Banished from Eden {WHER HATCHING}

[S'yal]

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The eggs were moving, living. Even tiny Eve quaked slightly, each desperate in their attempts to join the world. The young ones were tired of being trapped in their shells, and the touching had only encouraged their curiosities about the outside world. Zalmask lay amongst them, her large head using Gula as a pillow. She was sleeping soundly, her large body curled around her handler... until a loud crack drew her attention. Blue eyes slid open, the gold wher casting her gaze around her eggs as her hazy mind tried to find the source of the noise.

The source- Virtue. The small egg was rocking furiously, and had managed to crack it's shell by falling into one of it's neighbors. For a moment Zalmask considered going back to sleep, not at all concerned by the hatching. Then, her eyes flew open as she realized what was going on. One of her babies was hatching! They were hatching! Ira was also rocking fiercly, and already a small limb was sticking through the wall of the egg. Zalmask jumped to her feet, a bellow ringing from her as she awoke Z. It was in the middle of the day- midnight to the handlers- and she was exhausted. She was not prepared for the hatching. She doubted the candidates were either.

EGGS HATCHING EGGS HATCHING! She screamed, knowing that none of her babies could go wild. They would die if they did. She rushed over to Ira... and tried to shove the small limb back in. She was scratched for her troubles, and Z likewise began freaking out- HOLY SHIT HE WAS NOT READY TO BE A MOM- Wait. He wasn't going to be a mom. False alarm.

"Zalmask! Call the candidates and handlers!"

ALREADY DID!

"Okay, call the healers and tell them to bring sheets and hot water!"

Okay- WHY!?

"I DON'T KNOW PEOPLE DO THAT WHEN BABIES ARE BEING BORN."

[Filch]

EGGS HATCHING EGGS HATCHING "OH SWEET FARANTH." The guard's shriek was high pitched and almost certain to hurt the ears of those stupid enough to be near. "Imp THEY ARE HATCHING." Lucine yelped her joy at her firelizard before taking off at a run towards the sands, Imp squealing and clinging to her as she dashed along, yelling at those who dare stand in her way. Sweet mother of all that was good, there were eggs and they were hatching!

When the girl finally reached the sands, she nearly flopped on the ground, hands on her hips as she bent over, panting from the effort it had taken to run there. However, as her eyes landed on the eggs, the aching in her lungs was swept away, the woman standing straight as she smiled happily. There were WHERS. And she would get one, and they would TAKE OVER THE PRISO- Er, watch the prisoners and be badass. Her wher would be strong, tough, a killer! She was so sure that she would just get something fantastic. Not to say that any of the babies weren't, that was.

"This is so awesome!" She burst out, grinning at Z and Zalmask, not having anything more formal to say. "Oh!" Quickly, she bowed, hoping her mistake hadn't cost her.

[lithle]

Augh!

Annette had been sleeping, quite contently, when the wher's shout echoed through her mind. She sat up, momentarily disoriented before she realized what, exactly was going on. Right. Wher clutch. She'd agreed to attempt to bond a second wher. Annesk had, in his way, even encouraged it.

Sure, most of the eggs had seemed like whers she wouldn't want for lifelong companions, but one or two hadn't been that bad. Besides, she was curious to see the arrival of a new gold wher. Zalmask wasn't unreasonable and it was her hope that the new queen wouldn't be difficult. She hadn't touched the egg, herself. She had no interest in bonding a gold.

She dressed quickly and efficiently, rousing Annesk with a gentle mental prod. "Come on. Hatching's now."

Annesk watch? Annesk asked, excitement warm in his mind. Over the last few days, he'd been increasingly interested in the idea of having a baby to teach how to be 'the best'. Now was his chance and he wasn't going to miss it.

"You can. Stay off the sands." The two of them made their way quickly from their rooms to the enclosed sands. Annesk settled at the entrance as he had before, Annette entered, bowing toward Z and Zalmask.

"Wherleader." She wasn't talkative at the best of times and Z had asked her not to call him Sir. As she wasn't about to call him anything else, she wasn't left with much to say. She stood a bit awkwardly near the sands entrance. Warden's seemed to handle everything a bit... differently... than she was used to. She wasn't entirely sure how Z wanted to do things.

[S'yal]

Zalmask was a proud mama. She beamed amongst her eggs, hardly noticing the candidates that had begun to trickle in. Babies! Her babies were hatching! This was hardly Zalmask's first clutch, but every time was just as exciting as the first. The babies were different each time she clutched, all with their own individual personalities that shocked Zalmask.

Zalmask and Z didn't have a chance to respond, as the fiery egg shattered into a million pieces. Two forms tumbled out of the small Ira, one of them falling limp on the sands as the other struggled to gain her feet. Yes, her! The creature that was standing was a green if any had ever been born. She had the typical build of her color, average for a green while lending to neither dainty nor muscular. She was not a pretty wher, not by any means. Her face was gnarled and twisted, covered in multiple bumps and pits in the hide. However, her colors... her colors were beautiful. She was a light, yellow green with a husky marking of slightly darker green. Over the husky markings her base color appeared in multiple splashes of dots, mirrored by dark, forest green spots also decorting her hide.

However, for all of her lovely colors and unimpressive size and build... she looked furious. Her eyes were whirling red and she ignored the egg goop that covered her, the This makes me ANGRY green turning attention to the small figure laying on the sands. Her sister. Her twin. Her eyes turned blue as she approached, a soft croon coming from the angry creature. Oh, sister. Look at you! Laying on the ground!

The smaller twin responded with weak yips, her hide a startling shade that appeared nearly blue. It didn't change at all throughout, a mere solid color. Her build itself would have been dainty... but the sad little creature seemed to somehow be overweight. It was pudgy throughout, and lacked the physical deformities of it's sister. It was unusually pretty, despite it's chubby status.

Angry crooned, trying to encourage it's sibling to get up. The Wher did not move, however. She did not stir, she did not stand, she did not clean the goop off of her. The This makes me feel sad hatchling just regarded her sister with green eyes tinged with more then a bit of yellow. For all intents and purposes, Angry seemed to be approaching her kindly, crooning encouragement. Come on, come on, get up! No time to sleep and lay about, sister!

Then everything changed. In a flurry of sand the stronger twin descended on the weaker, her toothless jaws gaping and drool dripping onto the sand as her eyes bled deep red. Sad let out a cry of shock, but made no move to escape. She couldn't.. Her front limbs clenched and scrabbled against the sand as Angry descended upon her, young claws leaving furrows in the bluish hide of her twin. Green ichor splashed the sands as Sad shrieked in pain, trying to drag herself away from her sister. How DARE Sad humiliate Angry by being so weak!? How DARE she be so pathetic and disgusting!? However, the ichor flowing underneath her claws quickly made the young wher discover something.

Hurting things was fun.

Then, in a flash, the brutal mauling was over. Zalmask had come to the rescue, screeching in rage and flinging Angry off of her sad little sister. The yellowish green hit the ground hard, the sand softening her blow before she jmped to her paws and snarled at Zalmask. Just let the golden harlot wait- Superbia would put her in her place. Angry turned, seeking a new victim. Her eyes landed on Invidia's innocent green shell, and she set off towards it with grim purpose.

Meanwhile, Zalmask crouched beside her downed child, nudging the scarcely breathing green with her snout and crooning sadly. Z was quickly striding over, panic on his features. Maulings were common during wher hatchings, but this was unusually severe. He pushed Zalmask away to scoop up the young wher, despite the fact this was taboo among wher hatchings. You didn't help dying whers. It was forbidden.

But he did it anyway. It was just an infant, laying defenseless and dying on the sands. It'd been weak from hatching, and it's sister had practically torn it apart. He was shocked that a newborn had the anger and energy to tear up the smaller wher like this, but suddenly gray eyes met his...

Meanwhile, Angry pounded on her victim, trying to crack at the shell to get to the young wher within. The sadistic creature had made an opening in it, and was trying to fit her snout inside so she could rip at the unfortunate little one inside the egg. Mental laughter, insane and harsh, ripped through the candidates standing and watching the rampage. Invidia would not last much longer with the wrathful creature tearing into it. It was hard to believe that Angry was only a newborn... and because Z and Zalmask were distracted by the injured wherlet... there was no rescue for Invidia coming anytime soon.

Another egg began to crack. Looks like the party was just getting started...

[Lesa]

It had to be the heat that did it. The heat and the sand she and Busk had dragged in yesterday after visiting Z and Zalmask. Sand blew in the light breeze dancing down the corridor, throwing the granules into her face, adding that element of realism to her dream. Probably that (and the oppressive heat) that had her waking with knives held at the ready in her hands. The voice in her mind receded, Zalmask fading to be Busk calling her gently to awakening. The woman relaxed her alert stance, slipping the daggers back under her pillow and mattress before she stood with a crack to her back and a yawn echoed with much sharper teeth by Busk.

It was quick work for her to get dressed - merely pull on a pair of braies and a bra, her sleeping wear would do perfectly well on the sand, yellow top long enough to be a short dress, and pale enough to seem white in the uncertain light of the sands (not that Z or Zalmask would care, she knew). Hair was released from its nighttime tie to curl down her back and she ran her hand through it once, twice, scooping up her belt as she went. The buckle hid a small little blade. Wouldn't do anything against a mad wher attacking her, beyond poking at it like an annoying insect. It would effectively cut through human skin, and allow her to form the bond, if such an action was needed.

The bronzehandler followed her eager bronze, the great creature grumbling as he walked. For all he wanted to see Zalmask's glorious babies, and see the Hatching, he would much rather be asleep at the moment. Yes, he was allowing HisBujare to stand up for one of Zalmask's babies, but he didn't care either way if she got one. If she did, excellent. If she didn't, excellent. If she did, he would have a little one to dote on and form to be great. If she didn't, they could start patrolling again tomorrow with Zalmask and Z. Bujare didn't know which to prefer. Impressing again would be.... odd. Amazing, but odd. Also would prevent her from engaging in some of her more... fun activities with Z. Be a pity to lose those for the months it would take the little one to grow.

Briskly she shook the thought away, striding onto the sands as Busk hummed from behind her, the sound modulating to a croon of welcoming joy. No matter the brutality of a hatchling, they were still a hatchling, and still beautiful in his eyes.

[Zen]

Rynn was at first confused. She had been out of the Weyr because she had wanted some time to herself. There were a few things Rynn was able to do as a non-prisoner. One of those things was having the ability to get to forest and stay at the forest without some strange wherguard or dragonguard looking after her. She’d heard that the few prisoners who did try to escape had never made it far enough to get to the forest. Rynn was not like those who ‘couldn’t reach freedom,’ except she certainly is exactly like those people. She couldn’t find her freedom, couldn’t reach it, because she wanted so much to find her ghosts.

Her own personal ghost.

However, there would be no ‘ghost’ for her just like there would be little for Rynn. She was bluntly honest with herself. Just like she was bluntly honest with everyone else. But Rynn didn’t feel like believing her own honesty. So she searched. She searched for the ghost that would be her ghost, the one that would lead her to letting the ghost go. She craved the feeling of finding ghosts… real ghosts like her first encounter. But it was a different sort of craving that set Rynn back on her tracks.

EGGS HATCHING EGGS HATCHING! Came the fierce cry in her mind, and even Ghostflight faltered in her flight. The white dropped to Hers’ shoulders, a cry of confusion uttering from her mouth.

“Wher eggs?” Rynn hadn’t known there had been wher eggs. She apparently spent most of her time away from civilization. She didn’t mean to spend time away from civilization. It’s just that Rynn knew that ghosts didn’t show up in heavily populated areas. She didn’t even stick around the Weyr long enough most times. The only place she loved visiting was the detox area. She could feel the weight of the dead hang on her shoulders. She loved that feeling.

Thus, Rynn was late to the hatching. She arrived, quickly, silently, when the first egg hatched. Two greens spilled out of it. The larger one tore her sister apart. Rynn watched with little empathy. Whers were known to be creatures of anger and lust. This wherlet would probably just tear her limbs off if she approached it. That was the brutally honest truth. She would not approach any wherlet that didn’t approach her first. Even then she’d make sure that she knew the wher wasn’t going to tear her face off first.

Ghostflight, on the other hand, didn’t want anything to do with the whers. She even hissed at the angry one, who was now tearing into another egg. Rynn didn’t move.

[nozomi]

Siata near always worked without any sort of meal break; something about stopping in the middle of ones groove, only to start back up and try to reach that zen a second time in one day simply struck the Smithcrafter as odd. She liked to reason that if one worked through it, kept maybe a meatroll and water handy, that it meant the person could sleep better that night. Too much work made the pillow all the softer, the blankets so much warmer. And, even, if she worked past exhaustion, the cheerful, loud Smithy could fall asleep without thinking about--

About things that did not matter.

They especially did not matter on days where a certain guard with copper hair and wide hips rounded about her forge, off duty for a brief period, and her small fingers fluttering in the heat of the area. SOmetimes meal breaks were allowable, in the right situations. When the situation just happened to wandering hands and harsh breathing in a small, dark place of Warden's, all the better.

EGGS HATCHING EGGS HATCHING! happened just as Siata squeezed a round thigh, began to slid e coarse fingers up. Both froze and the guard, undeterred, wrapped her arms around what used to be the place Siata occupied. She found empty air instead as the Smithcrafter hitched the hem of her pants up and bolted towards the sands.

Siata ignored the angry yell behind her.

She arrived in time to see Angry ripping into her sibling. Her tunic askew still, pants hastily tied up and hair in a mess, Siata stumbled onto the sands with wide eyes. She opened her mouth to say something (it tasted of the guards, still) and - Angry began to slam at Invidia.

What?

Was that supposed to happen? With a mauled wher and the baby attacking Invidia, chances are the little thing wasn't about to help Invidia get out of it's shell. It took only a few seconds for the fish-mouth to leave Siata and - she never claimed to be smart. One didn't interfere in Wher Hatchings - any Hatchings, right? - but -

"Hey!" Shards. She was going to die. Or be crippled. Probably crippled. What Wher would want her then? Lovely train of thought as she started towards the eggs, faltering only slightly because, damn, that pissy creature could kill her. Was she a coward? Was the stupid? The girl at the Hatching faced down a green and lost her fingers for it. So she cupped her hands around her mouth and all but bellowed at the Gold and the Goldhandler.

"Y'ALL! Baby attacking an egg!" Brave, not really. Immediate guilt coursed through her for not racing for the beaten Invidia, the one she liked so much, the happy thing, but the idea of having her hands ripped apart, and unable to work, hit her as unbearable.

[S'yal]

While brutality lay behind it, as Angry managed to tear open the front of the shell and begin to draw the squealing baby inside out, Avaritia began to move. It was unconcerned with that, more concerned with what was outside it's shell. It's handler was out there, it knew it. Zalmask moved towards the egg even as Z cradled the wherlet in his arms. The little thing was stirring now, turning it's head to look at him as it's eyes began to swirl with multiple colors.

Zalsk very glad to meet Zalsk's... but Zalsk so tired... Zalsk want to sleep...

"Wait... Zalsk... don't go to sleep! Zalsk!" Z jerked, his eyes wide even as Zalsk began to drift away. The small green's throat had been slit by her sisters claws, her blood pumping out of her. She di't have the energy to stay alive, being so young. It would have been all for nought anyway- a deformity in her lower spine had rendered the bottom half of her body paralyzed. If the young Wher didn't bleed out on the sands, she would die of complications involving this. Z didn't care, though. His new bondmate was dying in his arms, and he could do nothing to stop it. What was supposed to be a joyous event was slowly turning into a nightmare. He collapsed to his knees, cradling the dying wherlet even as another life burst into the world. Z was quickly lost in the joy of a new life. And as Avaritia spilled open, Zalsk slipped away... and Zalmask reared, letting out a keening howl in mourning. Double impressions were proved possible... but now the wherleader was minus a lifemate that he'd only had for seconds.

Life! Life! The Greedy blue tumbled from his egg, ignoring the chaos stemming from his angry sister. He was so happy to be alive, so happy to be out and able to find that thing that his, all his, that no other would be able to touch and hold only HIS. He chuckled quietly in his mind, standing and stumbling towards the line of candidates. Just as Angry noticed she was being yelled at.

She released the infant inside the shell, turning attention to Siata. Then, as if to mock her... she reached inside the shell and drew her claws across Invidia's chest... earning a scream of pain from the hatchling that now burst from it's shell, revealing a tiger striped green. The Pretty please? hatchling squalled in fear and terror, stumbling over herself as she raced to escape her sister. Angry merely leaped upon her, mental laughter touching Siata. She was daring her to try and interfere.

But, it wasn't all bad. The horror seemed to still for Greedy as he trotted through the candidates, the stunning blue locking eyes on a girl. He stumbled over himself before going into a full out run, colliding into Rynn's legs and rearing up.

Pretty Wenrynsk's, Wenrynsk keep safe from nasty sister. Wenrynsk's know why nasty sister bad? He inquired innocently... before ripping his claws through Rynn's skin and lapping up the blood. All Wenrynsk's, forever and ever. Wenrynsk take good care of Wenrynsk's. The wher promised sincerely, gazing up at her with big eyes. Did you know Wenrynsk is reincarnation of Faranth? Where'd he learn that word? Or who Faranth was? Sharding magic wher babies.

~~~IT'S MINE, IT'S ALL MINE~~~~



Name Wenrynsk

Color Blue

Sin Greed

Hex Code 0097FC

Desc Lawdy lawdy, why he so pretty? When Wenrynsk walks by, the ladies stop to stare. The young male is built gracefully, rivaling a feline in his fluid movements. His basic hide color is a light blue that rivals Virtue's shell, but it very rarely appears on his lovely form. Like his sister, he is in possession of a husky marking, it and his body decorated in dark spots that almost resemble bubbles on his frame. Blue stripes also decorate his tail, but that isn't as interesting. The cool part is that wherever a blue spot is, so is a bump on his body... run a hand over his hide and you'll feel multiple soft bumps, each decorated with dark blue.

Personality
Oh jeez... what happened here. Wenrynsk is the air to Rynn's earth, the breeze to her rock. Where she is firmly rooted to the earth, he has his head up in the clouds. Without her guidance, the greedy creature would surely drift away without his rock to anchor him. He believes anything she tells her readily, worshipping it like a certain brown dragon. Ghosts- ghosts are real, and he'll bite anyone who disagrees and calls his handler crazy! On every crazy ghost search, Wenrynsk will be right behind Rynn, telling her about how he'll beat up those meany ghosts for scaring people.

Of course, the selfish little critter won't do it out of the good of his heart. He's a greedy little sonuvazalmask, and the second he's promised something he'll do whatever someone says. He especially loves shiny things, and Rynn will have to frankly tell him that hording is bad and he cannot keep his trove of treasures underneath his bed. However, Rynn is his greatest treasure of all. He hordes her compulsively, and if Rynn ever wishes to double impress she'll have to spend many sevendays trying to convince him to let her. Of course, tell him that the wherlet will belong to him too and he'll be all for it.

He's a compulsive liar and kleptomaniac, though his lying is interesting. When someone asks him a direct question he will always tell the truth, but he will come up with ridiculous stories about how his day had been. Like how the ghost of faranth had klah with him, and then engaged in a dramatic battle with Rynn until Wenrynsk turned on Faranth and defeated her in a duel. The kleptomania is straight up. He sees something. He wants it. He takes it.

He's an adventurous creature, one that constantly needs to be going on an adventure... especially if it'll earn him renown. He cultivates fame like he does items, and with this wher Rynn is sure to become a famous ghost hunter... he'll settle for nothing less for him and his handler. They'll be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch ghosts is their real test, to exorcise them is their cause.

Why Me? GHOSTS, GHOSTS. Wenrynsk is an eccentric, a creature that will believe anything his handler tells him. Further more, her down to earth and honest personality will keep Wenrynsk from running off with strangers- something this blue most certainly needs. He's also going to be easy to rope in on her ghost hunting adventures... since he's sure to get a reward if he scares the ghosts away. In turn, Rynn will hopefully be able to control his kleptomania and compulsive lying with her honesty- being a good example to the little guy and all that. Without her, he would have never impressed- he needed someone to go on adventures with him and make him feel important... and to teach him that lying and stealing is bad. Hopefully honest Rynn can do just that.


~~

Luxuria cracked, before splitting open with a thundering roar that no newborn should be able to give. Eyes whirling a deep red, the raccoon marked bronze inside was a monster, even as a newborn. The little creature was built like a tank, and as he turned red eyes on Pretty please, anyone with a brain would feel their heart sink. He set off towards the fighting greens, grim purpose in every stride.

[Lesa]

"Harah," Bujare swore, watching everything unfold and suddenly wishing she had brought more of her knives. Not that she would use them to outright kill the wherets, but certainly a nick or two on the green that had just... out and out killed her twin was deserved. Especially as keen ears caught her lover's voice, before a mourning howl spilled from Zalmask's maw, the sound echoed behind her and inside her as Busk joined the gold. Z had Impressed again, Impressed only to lose the one he had Impressed to mere moments before. A small part of her oft talked of unbreakable heart broke. Bujare did feel, unlike how a number of the guards thought of her. She just only felt for those that were hers. Z was hers, as was Zalmask, so she felt their pain, and deeply.

Dark eyes narrowed as she strode across the sand, pausing to place a sympathetic hand on Z's shoulder, squeezing gently before continuing on, walk loose and limber in the familiar sand. This was her territory as much as it was the whers. She had near thirty Turns experience fighting on the sand; for all the wherlets had sharp teeth and claws and speed, they wouldn't find her an easy mark. So the Clanwoman stalked towards the fighting greens, moving to intercept the bulky bronze (not so large as her Busk had been at his Hatching - though she had been toppled by Busk, she knew she could fight her own bronze even now, for they practiced. She could take care of this fellow if she had to). She didn't expect to Impress him. She didn't expect to Impress any of them, she had her Busk. She just wanted to keep them from killing each other.

"Sharmotah," she swore at the fighting greens, "Sharmotah, leave her alone." No mention of 'pick on someone your own size'. Just the swearing and the calling. It could do something, it could do nothing. Just hoped her next actions wouldn't get her piled on by two angry wherlets, as she baited one verbally and blocked the other bodily. He could go around her. He probably would go around her, but she had to try, shard the consequences.

[nozomi]

Siata downright hissed at Angry, her lips peeling back to reveal a flash of teeth. Zalmasks howl briefly distracted the young Smithy from her firm state of mind to screw you, Angry, you're going down. The blue Hatchling could not close off the sound of Pretty please? and Angry fighting, the tiger little greens squeals and the look of ichor on that hide. Coward. Coward.

Her legs did not move. Maybe they would have, had Luxuria not hatched with those red eyes. She'd never know, as he did, and did, and started right off after Pretty Please?. The risk went from being stupid to being suicidal - Siata did not want to die.

No. She stayed in place, eyes trained on the fighting sisters, jaw tight and locked. Wonderful to have new babies aside and as much as she favored Whers, Siata enjoyed Dragon Hatchings much more. Girls were getting naked! Not all - dead. Like that wherhandler woman seemed to be aiming for, stepping in front of a sharding murderous bronze and an equally pissed off green.

[S'yal]

Lust stopped in his tracks, staring up at Bujare. If possible, his eyes began to whirl even faster, fearful yellow entering. Why was she in his way!? He gazed past her to his sisters, a squeal from the injured green stirring him on. She. would. not. stop him. A bundle of half insane rage through itself at Bujare, ripping and tearing through skin as he did one hell of a number on her legs. If she didn't seek medical attention right after the hatching, there was a good chance one or more toes would have to be amputated... he'd placed a clawed paw on her foot before pivoting, ripping through any shoes she might be wearing and right down to the flesh. She deserved it. He would kill all who got in his way.

The powerful young wherlet did not stop. He did not stop in his frenzied quest to get to the fighting sisters, for whatever reason. Bujare could lunge after him- he'd just keep moving. It'd take some serious muscle to get the young male to stop, even if he was just a newborn. He collided into one of the greens with all the force of a train, screaming in rage and burying his claws into her hide. He ripped a long and deep wound down the shoulder that was bared to him, leaving what would most likely scar.

ANGRY WAS GOING DOWN!

He propelled her away from the smallest of the three whers, Pretty please behind her snarling protector as he stood in front of her, red and yellow eyes locked upon Angry and just daring her to move. Just daring her to make one move towards that little, panting green who was squealing her delight at her knight in bronze armor. The male lunged at his green sister again, making Angry squeal in terror and fall over herself trying to escape the wrathful male. She took off towards the other eggs, aiming to find a victim which did not have the big bad bronze guarding it.

His enemy gone, the bronze suddenly became a soft and sweet creature. His eyes whirling blue he turned to his injured sister, laying on the sand beside her and licking her hurts, crooning apologies for not coming to her aid sooner. Pretty please cuddled up to his side, the striped green not yet ready to find her handler yet. That suited Lust just fine. He would sit with her until she chose to impress, and keep her safe.

Angry fumed, turning to the other eggs. She locked eyes on the dark and dangerous looking Sin, moving towards it rapidly and lifting her paws to smash open the fragile shell. What came out was... wrong.

That did not look like a wher. It was brutish, it looked like a monster. Angry had no idea what hit her. She was battered violently by the green that was surprisingly large, towering over her despite the small size of her egg. The green squealed and fled again, as the dark creature that had been trapped inside the egg glanced around the sands.

Lucifer was here, baby.

And she was not happy.

Her body was grotesque, covered in bumps and dips that made her look as if she'd suffered a beating. Her legs were abnormally short but her body thick and powerful, with a low slung head that features jaws that looked like they could snap bones even at this young age. Her tail was also stunted, merely half the size of a regular wher tail. Not to mention twisted wings that adorned her back like a broken halo.

She saw Siata.

She wanted.

She was going to take what she wanted.

Siatask's think she so brave. Siatask's think she hero. Siatask not even move to help little sister. The voice, mocking and cold, would ring through Siata's head. However, it began to soften into a tone of pure love. Siatask love though. Siatask keep safe from bad men, from bad whers.

HOLY HELL WHAT DID YOU LET LOOSE ANGRY!? NOW IT'S GOING TO GET SIATA.

Siatask advanced, her eyes softening from the bloody red to a purple that sat between rage and happiness. She moved to Siata, pressing herself against her legs and crooning.

Siatask's not worry about not helping little sister. Little sister weak, Siatask's need strength for work. For caring for Siatask. She did not blame Siata, this feeling would flood over the link. Survival was what was important.


~~~Give in to the temptation.~~~~



Name Siatask

Color Green

Sin Sin itself. She's the devil, babe.

Hex Code 145500

Desc There is nothing to joke about with this wher. There is no happiness in her appearance, no loveliness. To look upon her is to realize what being in such a small egg does to a Wher, especially a green that is nearly the size of a blue. Her wings have been reduced to shriveled stumps that she can barely extend, her tail shortened by half, her legs short to the extreme. However, she is the most muscular green you will ever see. Pure strength embodies this creature, and when she grows her jaws will be able to snap bones in half with ease. Her neck is likewise thick to hold her up large head. However, her heat vision is greatly reduced due to a condition in the egg. She will be able to go out at day, but never able to see as well as other whers. She might as well be blind. But, during smithing she will easily be able to help her handler with the temperature of the metal.

Personality
At first she seems like a cruel creature, one incapable of love. To most, this is true. She's a hard working prison guard, unafraid to dish out justice with a flick of her claw. As demons guard and patrol hell, Siatask is the fiend of the prison. She'll be a boogeyman to prisoners, and the mere appearance of this wher once grown will quiet most dissent. She's a monster in wher form, a pure beast. However... there's a softness only Siata will ever see. She's more then affectionate to her handler- Siata is her treasure, her darling, something that she would brave the painful day for and fight to the death with Ramoth herself for at the mere call of Siata. When with Siata, she is a surprisingly cheerful creature, if not sadistic and morbid. She'll crack jokes about death and the like, but is relaxed at the same time. Dead baby comedy will be her specialty! She cuddles against Siata and covers her in love, and also demands that Siata get the respect she deserves. Or you die. Painfully.

She hates men. Oh lord, does she hate men. Jordyn holds a special place in her heart... as the most despised of them all. Every wrong he commited against Siata is in her mind, every time he hurt her. Siata may have forgiven, but Siatask never will. Only beloved Siata keeps Jordyn from being slaughtered and displayed as a trophy to glorious Siatask. The only man she can stand is Virtue... who oddly enough she has a rivalry with. She's constantly straining to prove her view of life is better then his.

She is a dominant creature, demanding respect from all she passes. Even Zalmask and Rishisk are expected to respect her, though she does not try to dominate the pair. She also believes in indulging herself to the fullest, dabbling in all of the sins to make up her notable personality. Siata has her hands full with this one. She will only resist what she wans when Siata asks... and even then it is done with plenty of complaining.

Why Me? Siata likes the idea of being in charge, but doesn't like the idea of a shiny hide. Siatask will give her all the respect she needs without being a shiny attention grabber, and it's likely that the smaller colors will fall into line right behind this girl. Further more, Siata's the only one who really has a chance of controlling this wher. Her dominance and cheerful disposition will both be needed to control this wher and keep her from completely wrecking the other whers. Further more, Siatask won't let anyone take advantage of Siata's better nature and might even put Jordyn in his place >

[lithle]

Blink, and you'll miss it. That's how Annette was feeling as the hatching went wild. It was so very unlike what she'd had in southern, a careful, ordered affair with pre-assigned eggs, that she found herself dizzy with the change.

And the change? Well, it was damn violent, wasn't it? She'd expected a certain amount of viciousness but the sudden, violent attack on a green and it's obvious death in Z's arms tore at her heart. She was so transfixed by that loss, mourning in her own way, that she missed a bit of what happened next.

And what happened next was an insane bronzehandler getting herself mauled. Annette had little sympathy for that, though she did wince at the injuries. The woman had broken rank and interfered. There was an order here, there were things that were not supposed to be done. The woman had broken one and what had happened to her was exactly what was said to happen to those who did such things.

For, her part, Annette all but stood at attention, tense and quite ready to move away if something seemed to find her particularly maul worthy. The Angry hatching, she did her best to watch with extra care, she doubted it was done doing injury yet. But watch it or not, her eyes were drawn to Lucifer. The thing was so, well, freakish, it was hard not to be fascinated. There was a weird sort of uncomfortable charisma to the thing, and Annette was only too happy to see it find a handler.

Annesk's be careful. Annesk's not go near angry one. Annesk not want angry one. Find different wher.

Got it.

She was watching the Angry hatching again. A week ago, she'd have simply left with so much blood already on the sands. But she'd made her decision and if nothing else, Annette was the sort to stick to such things.

[Zen]

Rynn had only just arrived. She didn’t know where the Blue had come from, but the Blue had arrived. He had arrived in front of her. And he stood on her. He had collided with her first. In fact, that’s how Rynn saw him. She hadn’t even really… well, he looked like a ghost. Thing. With bumps. And he was all hers. Rynn wasn’t ever greedy. Okay, that’s really a lie, Rynn greedily took all of her ghosts into herself. Not literally, of course, but in the fact that no one else wanted to search them. Therefore, greedy Rynn got greedy blue.

The blue sliced open her ankle. This was something Rynn was not expecting. With a short gasp, Rynn’s vertical stance faltered and she blinked back the pain. Wenrynsk lapped happily at the blood. She whisked the bloodloss and pain to the back of her mind as she looked into the swirling eyes of the wherlet. He was a very nice bright blue. With darker markings. She fell to her knees and her eyes sparkled but her tone was sarcastic when she asked, “You are a reincarnation of Faranth?”

The little blue wherlet shuffled only a little and then he seemed to shrug. Egg goop fell off of his shoulders. No, actually. But Wenrynsk’s still loves?

His tone was hopeful and Rynn grinned at him before wiping off more goop from his head. She grinned at him, “Why would I ever not love you, Wenny?”

Wenrynsk flopped his head up and down and then caught sight of Ghostflight. Ghostflight growled at him, her eyes flashing red. Ghost did not like him. Oh, shiny. Wenrynsk’s shiny? To which Rynn answered, with a shake of her head, “Yes, my shiny. Her name’s Ghostflight.”

Wenrynsk want. Do want shiny, can Wenrynsk has? Ghostflight just growled.

[Lesa]

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Busk was screaming at her. That wasn't a good idea, no, not a good idea, she shouldn't do that at all, no she shouldn't, oh no, oh dear, oh - ow.

Bujare was hit with the full force of the bronze wherlet's run, her foot blossoming in pain as he deliberately stepped on it to pivot around her. Harah, that nasty one. Yes, yes, she looked back through pain-filled eyes, biting her lips as he did what she had set out to do. The greens were separated. The handler scowled down at her bleeding foot, deciding she wasn't in the mood to care as she unbuckled her belt, pulling out the little knife and slicing up the hem of her nightshirt. The thing barely covered her rump, now, but she had strips enough once she moved the blade like this-this-this-this to bind up her foot as best she could.

A snarl curled her lips - sure as one flowed from Busk's maw - at bone grinding against bone grinding against torn ligaments as she made sure to stop the bleeding and hoped to have set the bones of her foot back in place. Hurt to stand on, yes, but at least now she could put some weight on it and not get sand in her wounds.

[nozomi]

Well.

At least the handler hadn't died? Just gotten her foot ripped in half. That was alright. Siata barely had time to register the fact that red-eyed bronze tore open the handlers foot, the green saved (Oh, thank the first egg), and that the other egg just got her ass kicked by -

By -

A seriously deformed, hulking green. Siata stared, of course she did, and when those red eyes met hers, the Smith grinned. Fierce, ugly, hidden little egg that started talking in her head?! What?

Siatask's think she so brave. Siatask's think she hero. Siatask not even move to help little sister. The smith flinched. SHe did not look away from that calculating tone, narrowed her eyes even more. Siatask love though. Siatask keep safe from bad men, from bad whers.

She approached, muscular and stunted, such a contorted thing. For the life of her, Siata could not find the mind to say 'ugly' in her Siatask's description. The very idea she'd ever thought such a thing was distasteful. SHe did not, however, move to stroke her new lifemate when Siatask first began to press against her in a most feline manner. Her fingers twitched, staring still at the twisting frame that had become hers.

Even when Siatask spoke, a flash of possesion snared through their bond. Siatask had what she wanted, Siata was hers. Siatask's. Siatask said something about not worrying over her lack of action, and Siata relaxed. It had been Siatask in the shell that even drove the idea of being a coward into her skull to begin with.

You aren't as terrifying out of the shell.

Siatask bared her teeth, and nipped sharply at the womans tunic. She tore cloth, but no flesh. Not yet. Siatask's so brave.

The Smith reached down, rubbing her rough hands over those dips and grooves, along the sins throat and up to her snout. Siatask crooned, pressed closer, and did not even bite down with Siata pressed her fingers to the greens muzzle. Her hands? Oh, no. Not her hand. Siatask cocked her head to the side and bit down at Siata's thigh where the guards hands were not even a candlemark again. The Smith grit her teeth, and squeezed her new little girl when the Wher lapped at the 'offered' blood to seal the bond further.

And, yes. She loved her Siata, loved her more for offering that treasured hand.

Siatask's will see. Angry sister not bother. She not laugh. Angry was sent a hiss from the green girl and a flick of that stunted tail. Just try and touch Siatask's now, Angry.