Banished from Eden {WHER HATCHING}

[S'yal]

Things were calming down. Z was still clutching Zalsk, and it seemed one of the happier eggs saw that it was needed. Gula burst open, revealing a very chubby looking brown sitting on the snds and looking confused as heck. What was with all the ichor? He wandered over to Angry and sniffed her over, Chubsters crooning happily to her... until she smacked him and thus chased him off. Chubsters whined and darted to Z, licking the mans cheek before going off to find his. Zalmask moved from her mourning to pick him up when the unintelligent wher approached a rock and tried to bond with it, carrying him to the middle of the sands and setting him down.

From there, Chubsters licked his nose before looking about. He saw someone clutchiig their foot in pain, and went to investigate. Oh no, they were hurt! That sucked so bad! Chubsters licked Bujare's food, ingesting some of the blood before crooning to her.

Bajura! He said, getting her name so wrong. Your Bask think Bajura SO BRAVE He squealed, before shyly pausing. Meet Busk? Busk big strong. Bask wanna be friends with Busk. Busk family! Bask protect family! Bask then get food, nap, and play! Right!?

~~~~WAIT, THERE'S FOOD HERE!? I LOVE FOOD.~~~~



Name Bask (Poor dear, he got Bujare's name wrong and now he's stuck with the wrong name...)

Color Brown!

Sin Gluttony, of course.

Hex Code 582F00

Desc He's the chubster! This wher is huge for a brown, just like his bronze brother, but instead of being pure muscle... he's fat. He's a chubby thing, and he always will be. However, like seafaring mammals this layer of fat covers strong muscles, almost like blubber. Meaning? This lil guy might look like a teddy bear, but he's a grizzly. His hide is the color of chocolate, even with his markings. He might try to eat himself in confusion on occasion.

Personality
He isn't smart. It's evident in his name- The poor dear couldn't pronounce Bujare right and is now stuck with the name Bask instead of Bujask or something else nice like that. It's alright, intelligence wouldn't go well with the pure amount of happy. He and Eve will be companions in derp together, skipping through fields of flowers and being chased by bees. He's constantly trying to sound intelligent by calling his handler by her name... except he can NEVER say it right. She ends up 'Bujajaja' 'Bajoora' 'Bababala' instead of 'Bujare', but that's alright. It adds to Bask's charm.

He's the most loving, family oriented wher ever. Being a guard isn't a good position for him, it wounds his tender little heart. But, when he catches a female, this chubby little guy will guard the clutch as if it's his own. Thus, he'll be a favorite to catch greens for when extra whers are needed- the green will abandon her clutch and Bask will care for it as if he was a mama gold. He also tries to care for children, kittens, Z, and anything else he declares needs to be mothered. Busk is his big brother figure, his idol. Bask wants to be just like big brother when he grows up! He also really loves food, willing to fight to the death for the stuff. He won't even share it with Busk. and he shares everything with Busk. Except obviously food.

He has a dark side, though. Touch his family, and there won't be enough left of you to bury. Sin can't hold a candle to what this wher turns into when those he loves are threatened. A ball of pure rage and fat, he can steamroll anyone who looks at his little sisters wrong, or says something bad about Busk. His poor memory means that immediately after he's cuddling up to them and asking them what happened- until reminded of what they did. Then he tries to eat them again.

He has phobias of incredibly strange things. Mainly, curtains and dogs. Oh heck, canines scare him. Just bringing one around will have him screaming and going to Busk for protection. He just thinks curtains are alive, but Bujare will be able to convince him to abandon this with exposure therapy. Uh, if she feels the need.

Why Me? Bujare and Busk together make a team that can keep this idiot safe. Busk is everything Bask wants to be, a big brother figure to the brown who will constantly follow him around. Bujare is intelligent enough to keep the little thing out of trouble, and the like... but it's her sense of family, of clan, that drove this bond. Bask loves his family, Bask will kill to protect it. 'Bajure' is the same, and that is what cements their bond.

[nozomi]

When one of the guards outside of Warden's door cried out with Zalmask's yell, the Warden inspected, queried. The Hatching was going on? Wonderful. Fabulous. For a few moments, he even toyed with the idea of not going to the Sands, just as a flippant little hand-flick of 'whatever' in Zalman's direction. Alas - Warden had his own duties, and being everywhere all at once happened to be one of them, including Hatchings. All Hatchings.

Warden arrived to see Bask licking at Bujare's wounded foot, perhaps not the best time for him to intrude. He frowned at the small brown, adorable as the fat thing happened to be, all because the little brown brought to light the plausibility of double impressions. Warden stood on the edges, unwilling to go any closer towards the candidates or the sharding eggs, and shifted weight from one foot to the other in quiet unease just before he saw, near to the ground, clutching a small blue (green?) body, Zalman.

New dragon colors, double Wher impressions, and a Zalman who didn't appear to be flirting. His head hurt. Change like this wasn't the good sort. To his right, a woman he recognized as one of the Smithcrafter's had a monstrous green biting at her leg - another deformed creature, like Semith. If the green clutched a plaid infant, he'd have a coronary. But, in the meantime, he had Zalman and that small body he held.

It was only when he walked towards Mama and Z, careful to not tread any closer to the eggs then required, that Warden realized the ichor on the sand was not just from Whers finding their handlers. Even Yusuth, apathetic Bronze extroidinaire, fell into stunned silence.

He did not speak to the Gold or to Zalman, let them alone in their mourning, but Warden remained as close as he dared. The older man kept his eyes on Mana when she moved, gaze occasionally flitting back to the hatching babes, but, for the most part, he stood a distant vigil.

[nemix]

Druen had been sleeping, taking a nap on a rare break for the Beastcrafter. His dreams had been fitful, filled with memories of wandering, derelict buildings and a feeling of loss. He'd almost been grateful when once more his mind had been deafened with the voice of Zalmask. EGGS HATCHING EGGS HATCHING! He'd rolled off his bed, literally, and scrambled for some boots. Dressing himself quickly, he splashed his face with water, dried it and then took off towards the wher complex. He liked these buildings, even if some did find them dingy.

Things were just beginning to get interesting on the sands he noted, watching as the first egg crumbled. He bowed to Zalmask, then hurriedly took his place with the others just in time to see...........well that, wasn't in any record he'd ever read. Firstly, there were twins, secondly, one seemed determined to kill the other. A shadow of shocked confusion flickered across his face until Zalmask ran in to protect her offspring. That Green she'd flung away seemed to be furious with everything.

Keeping himself calm he watched the determined progress of the Green as a few turned their attention to the sibling who had been almost killed. She seemed to tear at eggs, scratch and claw infants, all the time puffed up with an immense sense of pride at her own actions. Druen shuddered a little, wondering who would be paired with such a mind.

A Bronze soon tumbled from his shell, defending the green who had been ripped from her shell. Druen almost missed the bonding of Wher's and handlers that were beginning to take place in all the chaos, but he noted one or two now paired off and it made him smile briefly. Angry was unsure what to make of her brother, challenged so forcefully that she took off. It would have been a shining moment of bravery, had it not cost another candidate their foot, at least it seemed that way. Creatures he could heal, people? Not so much. He bit his lip, knowing he'd probably cause more harm than do good and waited for a Healer to help see to her. It seemed he wasn't the only one to notice her though, a Brown had bounded over and had seemingly found His. Better to not get involved there then, he didn't want to anger any of the hatchlings any more.

The emergence of what looked to be a rather deformed Wher caught his attention. This one had also sent the viscous Angry hatchling running in terror, and he could see why. The Green was a powerhouse, who stood for no nonsense. Despite her unusual body she moved with purpose and soon selected her handler. It was all happening so fast, Druen realised he'd lost sight of the Angry hatchling now. He scanned the clitch, the Whers and all the people, attempting to spot her again. She made him nervous that was for sure. He wondered, whether he'd be required to help treat any of the Whers, he wasn't usually but perhaps picking up some skills to help if he did become a handler would be a good idea.

[Spiffy]

Bellatrix would not be hurried. She did things at her own pace damnit, and no-one would stop her or hurry her along once she'd set her mind to something. Not even Mama's frantic call to all the wher candidates could get her ass moving.

So Bella, stomping into the hatching sands (wasn't it enough that she was up and about at mid day, of all times?!) and her jaw dropped open in astonishment. Blood, and ichor, were everywhere. She almost smiled (stupid idiots getting in the way), when it occurred to her.

"What! You mean I missed all the fun?! SHARDITALL!" she complained loudly, but was likely overlooked in all the chaos in the hatching sands. Angry (with herself, for once) now, she crossed her arms in a distinctly child-like huff, wandering over to join the short line of those she recognised from the touching as wher candidates. Well, those that hadn't either already Impressed or been shredded by their own foolishness, anyway.

Scowling at the eggs and hatchlings littering the sands, she set to working out which eggs and hatched and which hatchlings belonged to them. That bit one must belong to the Luxuria egg, or else that was the brown, they were the only two really big enough. She peered closer at the brown, then at the other shattered eggs. No, that must be Gula, it looked far to retarded to be Luxuria.

She remembered the angry little egg with the twins in it, searched around, couldn't pinpoint which one it was. The evil little Sin had also hatched by the looks of it, and she couldn't tell which one was which. Though that little green tearing around the sands looked far too crazy to be the superior little Sin...

Shardit, she'd missed so much!!!

[S'yal]

Angry had slinked over to Superbia and was resting by the egg, sighing as she brushed her muzzle against it repeatedly. She was making a noise similar to purring, and the egg itself was beginning to shiver in response to Angry's attention. Superbia was about to wake up, and goodness knew what she was do. Nothing good, since she had been so angry at everyone in her shell. Angry rose as if on instinct, turning malevolent eyes to the candidates. She set off towards them slowly, before hesitating and pulling back again. No, it wasn't time yet. There'd be time for more fun after Superbia hatched.

The dull Acedia had begun to rock, as it seemed none of the hatchlings on the sands were planning to impress soon. Luxuria was comforting Invidia, Ira was lurking by her bigger sister. So, the tiny male inside the egg slipped out. He rolled onto the sand, yawning in boredom and placing his head down for a nap. The little blue was dark in color, and he was average looking in appearance. A bit pudgy, but no where near Gula.

Angry was getting bored. Very bored. She could not wait for Superbia any longer to start her reign of terror, but she was not aiming to impress yet. Angry darted forward, claws flashing as she barreled towards Druen. She'd collide right into his legs even if he did move to escape, turning into a bundle of rage as she attacked his legs and tried to climb up further. Several deep gashes would be left in his leg, and any pants he was wearing? Torn up.

Sleepy soon learned that he was not expected to sleep on the sands. With a groan that sounded suspiciously like 'five more minutes!' in Zalmask's direction, he set of in his grand quest to be a pokemon trainer- I mean, impress. He'd known who he wanted since the touching, so this made it a great deal easier.

Until he realized that his was under attack.

The blue darted to the rescue, screeching at Angry. She gave him an impassive look, dropping off of Druen to rear onto her hindlegs... so he tackled her in a way that any football player would be proud of. Angry oofed, before whimpering and high tailing it back to her own metallic guardian. That's it! She isn't moving until Superbia impresses!

Drusk sorry Drusk too slow and stupid to help... Drusk make it better... The little wher muttered shyly, green grey tongue flicking out in an attempt to sooth Druen's injuries. Drusk love Drusk's forever... Drusk's love Drusk, right? His eyes whirled with anxiety, gazing up at Druen. Drusk try to be good. Drusk can be dragon if Drusk's say so!
~~~~Sigh.~~~~



Name Drusk

Color Blue

Sin Sloth

Hex Code 003982

Desc This young Wher is one of the darker of Zalmask's blues, with a color Ira would surely call boring. The dark blue covers him evenly, with lighter wing membranes and underbelly, though there is a pocket of darker blue directly under his chin that he is oddly proud of. Drusk features an average build, with a bit of extra pudge that will only develop further if Druen doesn't force him to exercise.

Personality
Many would be surprised that the hard working, cheerful Druen got this wher. Drusk makes eeyore look like the happiest character in existance with his constant sadness and insecurity. He needs constant reassurance from Druen, and he accepts it all sheepishly... often shuffling his paws on the ground and meekly agreeing with his handler. Once reassured he's alright for a while, and when in large groups of his friends he seems to completely forget his sadness in the mere joy of being around people. He likes people! He's one of the more social whers, despite his belief that no one would want to be friends with him.

He's a lazy brat. Of course, he'll work for Druen... if Druen says pretty please. Drusk is a talented and intelligent wher, completing tasks quickly and efficiently when he can be prodded into working by his hardworking handler. Then he mutters about not doing it well and meanders off to sleep. Like Gula, only one thing gets his bulk moving and his rage to the forefront. Like a mama bear, Sloth loves his family. Mess with them, and he'll turn from adorable and evil. The worst part is he has a better memory then most- so unlike Gula, he'll remember exactly what you did to wrong his family.

He clings to Druen as if the man is his life support. He needs Druen's cheerful nature, his nurturing ways and hardworking ethics to balance out his own- and Druen is the only one with a chance of making his slothful little blue shape up. With enough time spent with Drusk, Druen will be able to rip him out of his depression and teach him to be the best Wher he can be- but the littlest scolding from Druen will have Drusk sulking. He desires above all else to make his handler proud- at any cost.

Why Me? Patience, Patience. Druen has it in spades, and that's was Drusk needs. He needs someone patient and happy to draw him from his sadness and anger, and Druen is not only that, but a nurturing man as well. The hardworking beastcrafter will eventually be able to pull out Drusk's potential... but he'll have to work for it.

[Spiffy]

Bella quickly gave up on identifying the hatchlings, eyes wandering once more over those out of their shell to wonder if they'd choose her now that she was there before slinking back to the queen egg.

Now Bella, unlike some ambitious females that stood for hatchings, couldn't give a tunnelsnake's ass what colour she Impressed, queen, bronze or green. In fact, she was rather taken by whichever dragonet had been causing so much trouble - if she could only work out which one it was and whether it had Impressed yet. She suspected the little green that hiding by the Superbia egg, which had begun twitching spasmodically.

Then, as if to prove her suspicions, the green darted out an headed for the candidates. Bella, surprised by the speed the thing was going, ducked out of the way as it barrelled into the man standing beside her. Claws, teeth and fabric flew, the green tearing at the man's legs as Bella looked on in rapt fascination. Ah, so you much be Ira, she thought triumphantly, watching as the green reared at the appearance of a dull blue and was promptly tackled. She giggled at the spectacle, and then harder as the green, so full or wrath, high-tailed it to hide behind the trembling queen egg.

Ha, not so tough now, eh sweetling?

[S'yal]

Ira suddenly let out a croon, which diviluged into humming as Superbia began to crack, the cracks spreading rapidly across it's lovely frame. Yes, Superbia was hatching! Angry seemed more then excited, practically buzzing with happiness. She was here! Yay!

Powerful limbs burst through the shell, shattering it over the sands as the wher inside readied her appearance. Her egg shattered, crumpling around her as the gold dragged herself from her gilded prison. She was lovely beyond compare, making her mother look like a gawking buffoon beside her. Not only that- she was huge! Bigger then the already gigantic Zalmask had been at hatching- and she was prettier too. She had a thin, elegant build despite her huge size... but her colors were what completed the look. She was a light yellow, nearly white in color... with a dark orange twisting around her form in various vine like markings. She tossed her head in the air, exhaling air quickly in a snort. Oh yeah, baby, The Boss is here!

Angry nearly fell over herself crooning and leaping around the gold who stood in the sands, tumbling around her and trying to encourage her sister to give her attention. The prideful creature merely cast a glance to her and let out a harsh noise that made Angry flinch away, lifting a paw and brandishing it at Angry. The green, discouraged from the one thing she had tried to be kind to, turned and fled to another of the unhatched eggs. With that nuisance taken care of, the usurper turned to the task at hand.

Her mother stood there, staring dumbly at the body of a useless green. The boss scoffed, casting a red eye over the ugly form of her mother. Her useless, disgusting mother. However, at her small size she knew she was no match for the larger wher... but there was someone on the sands she was a match for. She took off towards the pair, grim purpose in each stride. It took only second for her to reach Z and lunge at the distracted, mourning man, bowling him to the ground and sinking her claws into his chest and face. She earned a bellow of anger from both man and beast, and suddenly the sands were a bloodbath again. Zalmask darted forward, flinging her daughter off of her shaking handler and screaming in rage, every muscle in the powerful queens body poised to strike the insubordinate daughter. From her spot, crouching on the sands, Boss offered a toothless snarl. Zalmask advanced and her daughter backed away, spitting and screeching. But then, the temporary stalemate was broken.

Boss went flying, hit with a paw that had the power to break bones. The young gold rolled through the sand, coming to a stop at Bellatrix's feet. She didn't appear to be breathing. One of her wings was crumpled against her side- broken by her mothers strike. Zalmask was still advancing, but a gentle hand on her flank stopped her. "She's just a baby, Zalmask." Z reassured gently, grimacing as blood ran from a cut on his cheek and into his mouth. Zalmask hissed, but sat, eyes focused on her daughter.

The younger gold lay unmoving for a moment, before a great sigh heaved from her. She pulled herself to her feet, staggering for a moment as her broken wing randomly twitched. She snarled at Zalmask, bellowing a challenge, the prideful creature not even realizing that she was much too young, much too weak... to take on a wher like Zalmask, who had turns of experience and brute strength behind her. The stubborn young wher snarled, before turning attention to Bellatrix.

A lash of young claws, and Bellatrix's leg was laid open to the bone. The young gold began eagerly lapping up the blood that trailed free, an appreciative croon coming from the gold. Bellatrisk's! Your Bellatrisk will KILL Zalmask! Bellatrisk's help!

In most cases, Z would have congratulated the new goldhandler. However, he was hurt, and he was clutching the dead body of his wher. With a grunt, he hauled himself up and off of the hatching sands, still holding Zalsk's body. Let the wherlets kill every candidate on the sands. Z didn't care. He passed Warden without even noticing, not even a glance spared in the mans direction.

Zalmask remained, a stoic guardian amongst her eggs.

~~~~When I am queen on royal throne made out of parts of broken bones~~~~



Name Bellatrisk

Color Gold

Sin Pride

Hex Code FFD37A

Desc The Ramoth of whers, a giant if there ever was one. Fully grown, Bellatrisk will be larger then even Zalmask, towering over her seven foot mother by more then a few inches. However, she is not muscular and thick like her mother and several of her siblings. She is a wraith, of wisp of a creature with long legs and a thin build- a gold built for speed if there ever was one. She lacks most of the deformities in hide of a wher, smooth to the touch and undeniably lovely. Her hide is a pale yellow, with gold bordering on orange forming many twists and turns over it. Isn't she a gorgeous little thing? If only she didn't know it.

Personality
The usurper, the false queen has arrived. Bellatrisk embodies her sin body and soul, and her stubborn pride won't take the insult of being the lowest ranked queen in the prison. Her anger turns towards her mother, the senior, the precious, 'Mama'. Oh, how she hates her. Every moment of her life when not with Bellatrix is spent planning how to kill the cursed, ugly wher. She hates her with all the passion in the world- but she hates others in positions of authority as well. She will strive to dispose of all who outrank her, to rule from a throne made up of the bodies of her enemies. Bellatrix will be her darling second, her servant to care for her and polish her claws. She loves Bellatrix, but the woman will have to strive to ever become an equal in her eyes. Once she does... nothing will stop them together.

She's of a fierce temper, and she loves nothing aside from Bellatrix. Even her own clutches- which will be of impressive size due to her own large body- are only tools on her way to the top. She uses people and disposes of them, corrupting them to follow her ideals and then discarding them with cold laughter. Ira is the main example of this. The green loves her golden sister, will do anything for her... but Bellatrisk often beats her and throws her to the side. Bellatrix is different. Her handler, her beautiful handler, belongs to her. She hordes her.

Once she does have power, she's a horrible leader. Oh, put her in charge of a military and she's beyond amazing... but as a queen she fails horribly. While Zalmask cares for her subordinates and keeps them safe, they're merely toy soldiers to her daughter. Bellatrisk will kill them herself if the step a toe out of line. She holds no remorse, no pity, no love for any besides Bellatrix... and if she is not carefully monitored she will smash any queen egg she ever lays. If she doesn't just kill it at the hatching. Greens are also found to be killed by this gold- their ability to clutch makes them possible rivals.

Her runs will be bloody events. She demands that the males fight over her, and she will injure any who displeases her. However, she often chooses browns for her companions- Bronzes means there is a chance of a gold egg, and she despises nothing more. She wants to be the only queen after disposing of Rishisk and Zalmask- why would she bring another into this world?

Why Me? Everything about Bellatrix appeals to Bellatrisk. Her remorseless nature, her obsessive loyalty, her intelligence. Bellatrix is just what Bellatrisk needs to claw herself to the top and rule as a tyrant- a second who can support this cunning and intelligent wher. Like wise, Bellatrix can prove herself to be an equal to this wher using her intelligence and dominant personality. Their bond will be a passionate, violent one- but not one lacking love.

[leanansidhe]

It was more than enough to say that Moriolle was in two minds about attending the Wher Hatching. Word of it reached her in plenty of time for her to decide; however, she dithered. She had spent less time making up her mind to leave Igen and come to Warden! Every time she thought she had it decided, she would think of the fact that Whers--ground bound, twisted, ugly, stupid--were not dragons. It was a simple fact, but one that preyed on her mind like a poisonous insect, twisting and tunneling through her otherwise happy thoughts.

She turned up very late, some last ditch impulse driving her, and she walked in to a scene that she couldn't even describe. A Gold Wher had Hatched, along with many others (but she couldn't pull her eyes from the Golden one) and Mori had just walked in at the perfect time to see the Gold drinking blood... And also, it seemed (at least judging by the expression on the faces of others) the Gold had also Impressed.

This was totally different from the multitude of Dragon Hatchings she had watched. Her stomach did a backflip, and Mori clutched her sweaty palms to her sides, caught, not sure what to do.

[Spiffy]

Bella watched with interest the cracks spiderweb over the surface of Superbia, pout forgotten. Eventually the shell shattered, the angry green dancing gleeful circles around the emerging queen. Now, Bella didn't exactly have an eye for art, but even she had to admit that the gold was beautiful, or at least had the potential to be once out of the egg goop, which only added to her sparkle and shine. She thought back to when she had touched the Superbia a few days ago. And don't you just know it sweetling, she thought, chuckling. She'd certainly be a force to contend with come running time.

She raised a paw at the green, sending her scuttling away to another egg. Bella felt a brief moment of outrage, quickly fading. She'd liked the angry little green. But she liked the gold too, maybe more. She'd see.

Wheh the queen moved Bella followed with rapt fascination, eyes on Pride as it streaked toward... the Wherleader! She knocked him to the ground, ripping into the already distraught man before Zalmask lay into her daughter, trowing her several feet across the sands. The two golds faced each other down for a moment, before Zalmask once again lashed out and sent her daughter high into the air, to land in the sand at Bellatrix's feet.

She froze where she was, acutely aware of the danger she was now in. Not only did she have a large, unbonded gold wherelet at her feet, injured, but her fully grown and furious mother was out to get her and unless Bella got out of the way very quickly, any swipe aimed at the butter gold would strike Bella too. Very slowly, Bella began to inch backwards.

She looked down at the gold crumpled at her feet as she did so, only then noticing the extent of Mama's blow. One wing was clearly broken, crushed by the blow against her back and, on closer inspection, she didn't seem to be breathing. Bella paused, uncharacteristically caught between her own hide and that of the little gold. Oh, but she'd liked that one! She had guts, Bella didn't want her to die. She nearly bent down to see if there was anything she could do for the little gold, even just stroking her, but her self preservation kicked in, holding her firmly where she was.

Then, finally, thankfully, the gold moved, sighing, Bella also letting out the breath she didn't realise she'd been holding in a rush. But she caught herself, quietening, and began her slow shuffle again. She was holding it again as the young queen staggered to her feet, heart as close to her mouth as it was ever going to get before bellowing again at Zalmask. Bella wanted to stop it, the stupid thing was going to attack again and would only get hurt more!

But then, before Bella could move out of the way, the gold turned and slashed at her lower leg. Bella gasped at the impact, jarring the bone as it was met by claw, then staggered again as the pain finally hit her like a sledgehammer, the wher licking the blood that gushed from the wound.

Then a voice boomed in her head, wrathful, angry, violent, and Bella was thrown off balance again, coming to a landing heavily in the sand as the hatchling towered over her.

"No," she gasped then, more forcefully: "NO! Not now!" leaning forward to grasp the wher on the shoulder as she once more turned her head to snarl at Zalmask. Seeing Zalmask stay where she was, threatening stance, Bellatrisk spat finally before crooning back to Bella.

Bellatrisk's hurt. Feed Bellatrisk, now, the gold ordered. Bell looked up from her injured leg into the reddish eyes of the gold, rainbows fading already, mind spinning through a multitude of emotions and cautions, first and foremost 'holy shit I've Impressed a gold!' She clamped down on it, bringing herself mentally back into order. As she did so a smile spread across her lips, one that would probably scare many. Ooohhh this was precious. What fun she could have with this!

Food! the voice again demanded. "Alright alright ALRIGHT, already!" Bella growled, propping herself up and then hauling herself unsteadily to her feet, trying not to use Bellatrisk for support, the gold being even more injured than she, though a broken wing wouldn't exactly stop a wher for long. "You'll get your food when I get there." Bellatrisk huffed for a second, the leaned against her handler, providing a little support as Bella looked around for the food, coming up short.

"Has nobody got any bloody food around here?!" she demanded imperiously of the cavern, Bellatrisk adding her own snarl as reinforcement.

[S'yal]

Lust seemed to be reassured that his sister would be fine. She crooned to him, and reluctantly pulled away from her and began looking over the candidates. The bronze's eyes began t whirl the colors of frustration, even as he paced across the sands. He knew his was here. He could feel it. But where were they?

Meanwhile, another egg had begun to feebly twitch. Little Eve was struggling to escape it's shell, but the weak wher inside just couldn't do it. Tradition dictated that the infant inside die. Tradition dictated that it be left alone by both whers and humans- it was cruel to force an infant that couldn't even escape it's shell to live, after all.

Lust said screw tradition. The shining knight of the clutch was moving towards the smallest egg, rearing up to tear through the thin shell with thick claws. He hunched over what had spilled out, blocking it from view as he cleaned his new sibling. Soft, reassuring noises were made to the soft whimpers coming from the freed wher, before he started nudging the body. It wasn't moving. It was trying to, but it just couldn't stand. Lust's eyes whirled yellow, and Zalmask moved over. She gently shouldered him aside, gathering her small child up in her jaws and exposing it for all of the hatching to see.

That was not a traditional wher.

It's hide was ghostly pale, lacking any and all color. As it grew healthier it would gain the reflecting colors of a pearl- but it was so ill it was merely ashen and dead looking. The color of it's hide- it's status as the first white wher to ever escape the egg- was not the main concern however.

It had no wings. Not even stumps where wings should be, just little bumps on it's shoulderblades, and very faint yellow marks along it's shoulders that could only be seen at certain angles. These yellow marks resembled wings- but only on who was looking would see them. It's legs were bent at odd angles, weakly twitching as the young creature crooned happily at it's mother. The white didn't even seem to notice the sad state of her body- she was so happy to be alive. So happy to be with mommy! The little creature craned it's neck to lick Zalmask's cheek, even as Zalmask carried it with determination to the candidates.

Not only was it malformed... It was tiny. It was nearly lost within Zalmask's jaws, only being the size of a puppy compared to it's much larger siblings. It would never grow anywhere near the size of a regular

She'd lost one child. She would not lose this one. No others in her clutch would die, Zalmask wouldn't let them! The determined mother paused in front of a candidate she did not know, who she did not recognize. Red, gray, mournful eyes flitted up to Lucine's own before the young wher was laid at her feet.

Zalmask lashed out immediately after, powerful claws liking ripping into Lucine's stomach and coming close to seriously injuring her. She would be confined to the infirmary for a while, but Zalmask didn't care. She picked up her child again and placed the white on her stomach, crooning with delight as the infant squealed.

Lucisk's! Lucisk's! Lucisk pretty, Lucisk best best best! Right!? Right! Right! Ju-just like Lucisk's wanted!? There was no ego in these words. Only the will to please her handler. She tried to stand so she could lick her face, but she couldn't do it. Her weak, malformed legs wouldn't let her. Yes, she. The voice in Lucine's head was that of a child, but a female child.

But- What would happen to such a useless wher? It was in Warden's hands- he could either decide to cull the white or let Lucine keep it. As it was, the white was merely a drain on resources.

~~~~Lucisk will be the best, just for Lucisk's. Lucisk sorry Lucisk so small.~~~~



Name Lucisk

Color White!

Sin Curiosity- being Eve.

Hex Code FFFFFF (What Warden did when he saw her)

Desc She's so tiny, so fragile. She will never grow over the size of a medium dog, staying far too small to be of much use to anyone at her young age. Her hide is pure white, reflecting all colors... bu especially yellow. Along her shoulders and sides very pale yellow forms angelic wing markings, but only one with a keen eye would ever catch this. However, her color is the least of her concerns. For one, she was born without wings. They were crushed inside of her small egg- and her legs likewise were damaged by the small place. They're bent, leaving her unable to walk properly for her early life. However, with time and energy she will learn how to walk. With the help of a healer her legs will eventually be able to be mostly straightened, though despite the speed this will give her she'll never be coordinated well.

Personality
Let's get something straight. Ruth was a smart white. Lucisk is not. Well, she doesn't seem it. She is in fact very intelligent. The little creature has a head for math and numbers, and a memory that puts other whers to shame. But... she has no common sense, social skills, or anything that can keep her from looking like an idiot. Her mind is very simple- she has no complex thoughts. When Greedy little Wenrynsk starts telling her about how he's Faranth, she'll believe him. When Bask tells her curtains are alive, she believes him. She's gullible as hell. In fact, she believes everyone- even people she hates. Not helping her argument of having smarts is the simple fact that she has trouble speaking. She can fling out words quickly, but she often repeats words nonstop and stutters, even occasionally leaving them out completely. She is one of the few whers that will ever master betweening- but with her inability to carry a rider this doesn't really matter.

She's the sweetest thing ever. She makes Bask look like a bully with the way she behaves, constantly making sure others are hapier then herself. She sacrifices everything to make people happy, and will always be striving to be the best despite her weaknesses and illness. She'll work to be the best, because Lucine deserves the best. Lucine does not deserve a stupid little white that can hardly walk. Luckily, the depression born from her failures rarely lasts- within seconds she's happy again.

She wants to share everything fun ever with everyone. Even nasty old Bellatrisk gets a good deal of Lucisk's love... she's always falling over herself to give the gold presents. The poor thing, believing that everyone is good at heart, will be prime manipulation material for the gold. She straight out refuses to see the bad in anyone, and she'll need Lucine to guide her and keep her out of trouble.

She is above all else childish. She loves games, and merely has the mind of a child even when other whers grow and mature. Healers may suggest this is due to her lack of a real gender, but it may just be her personality. She does not treat Lucine like a partner- Lucine is her mommy.

Why Me? Why not? Lucine is a stubborn, fierce woman when it comes to those she loves- she won't be afraid to guard Lucisk from those that will be calling for the culling of the useless white. Further more, she's a woman who doesn't give up on those she loves. Like the dust user who she tried for so long to straight out, she will likely strive to make Lucisk the best wher the little thing can be. She's brave and strong, everything Lucisk wants to be, and that's exactly what Lucisk needs to survive day after day.

[Filch]

It wasn't wrong to say that most of Luc's excitement had dwindled away after the first wher died. How could she stay that upbeat if everything was DYING? Of course it was expected that people would get hurt, but that angry little wher was just a bit too much. Even if it was a wher, how could it kill a baby? At that, its twin! Swallowing, the woman shook her head, eyes focusing on little Gula as he plodded out. At least, she supposed, there were some sweethearts. This was good.

Both flit and woman were more than a bit shaken when the Goldhandler was attacked, an immediate distaste rising in Lucine's throat. It was, she was sure, to cause future issues. Bad issues, too.

Her attention was quickly drawn to the tiny egg, her muscles tensing as it seemed unable to break out of its shell. "Faranth, kid, you can do it." Muttering to herself, she looked at the head of the brown flit who chattered worriedly at her, quite displeased at the notion of his bonded being hurt for the privilege of one of the bumpy creatures.

A relieved smile came when the shell cracked open, though, her expression become pure shock a moment after. The poor kid...had no wings. However, it seemed...completely unbothered by that.

When Zalmask approached, Imp puffed between, not willing to risk the wrath of the mother wher by being present. The smallest smile was given when she locked eyes with the Gold, like the woman was encouraging Zalmask to be strong for her babies. A loud hiss of pain followed the cut, though, Luc ignored it in favor of supporting the wher with her arms as it lapped at her blood.

Lucisk's! Lucisk's! Lucisk pretty, Lucisk best best best! Right!? Right! Right! Ju-just like Lucisk's wanted!? A smile touched her lips, the woman crooning softly to the baby and ignoring the blood. "Of course. Lucisk is perfect." And dammit, she would castrate/punch the uterus of those who didn't agree.

[S'yal]

Virtue was rocking, as he had all hatching. He was starting to get tired, but he continued. His was out there, and she needed his guidance. Goodaness knows that oaf of hers needed his cunning mind as well. A crack, and the small figure inside slipped out. He stood and began to carefully groom himself clean of goop and sand, before nodding curtly. Yes, now everything was as it should be. However, he cast gaze to his shattered egg and made a noise of disgust. He began to carefully sweep it into a pile with his tail before burying it.

Then he nodded again. Not that he could be fully seen, shock would likely be given. After the hatching of the mutated dragon colors, his hide would likely make Warden grit his teeth... He was PURPLE. However, the bluish tint to his hide and his small size labled him as what he truly was... Blue. Thank Faranth.

The small blue, only the size of a small green, began to set off now. He spared a glance to Siatask, a look of disgust on his features. Ugh, Siatask! He stuck his nose up and strutted past her, before relaxing again as he searched for his.

He found her. Annette. He had wanted her since he was inside the egg, even with Annesk's presence. To tell the truth, he liked the oaf. Not that he would admit it. The blue trotted right up to her and very gently drew his claws across her ankle, careful not to harm her too much. He lapped away the blood, and gazed at her with rainbow eyes.

Ask is here. Come, Ask's, much to do. No time to stand around.

~~~~YOUR SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED.~~~~



Name Ask

Color Blue

Sin YOU DARE SUGGEST ASK IS SIN? ASK IS VIRTUE.

Hex Code 4900A7

Desc Like Lucisk, Ask is a fragile creature. He is thin and almost ethereal, the direct opposite of his rival in appearance. His wings are broad and thin, placing him as one of the few whers that can glide. He won't be able to fly, but gliding? He's got that down. His hide earned a bit of a jerk because of the strange dragon colors- it's nearly purple. Thankfully, this little guy is a blue through and through. He's only the size of a small green, but there's a strange charisma about this male that makes him seem so much larger. He is deformed like his fellow 'small eggs', but only someone who knew him would ever know it. His hide is more like a dragons then a whers- it isn't nearly as tough and has to be oiled regularly to keep from cracking. Aside from this, he has an extra toe on each paw.

Personality

When Ask talks, people shut up and listen. His mindvoice has charisma, and he knows how to turn people to his side. It's the biggest talent of this wher, but you won't see him use it often. He believes in communicating through actions, and his overly serious nature means that it isn't often he breaks his silence to chat. He's an formal beast at best, only cracking his icy shell when faced with Annesk and Annette. The only one Ask will ever lower himself to play with is Annesk... when the brown asks, the blue will sigh and play a game with him. He's got a soft spot for the big, silly oaf.

He will never lie, he will never betray someone. Honor, loyalty, morals. These are what define the way he acts, and this chivalrous little male will never break from his code of behavior. Annette will be the one to teach him this code, and he'll adhere to it as if it was the bible itself. He will never deviate from it, and if forced to, will suffer a break down for going against his morals. It's not suggested you make him do this.

Depsite his serious behavior, he has a massive soft side. One who might watch will find him bringing food to the more pathetic prisoners, protecting kittens, and helping little girls find their pets. He will be one of the first to leap to Lucisk's defense, the first to tell Ira to leave Bask alone, the first to tell Siatask to stop biting prisoners. He doesn't fear anything, and the entire world is his to protect. They're his flock, and he is the shepard. He'll fight all the wolves of the world to keep them safe.

The most interesting part of this wher is his relationship with Siatask. Half of it is loathing, a quarter rivalry... and when they mature, sexual tension. He'll preach that he hates her during most of the time, but when she runs he'll be the one chasing her, no matter how much she hits him for it. He's also a dedicated father like some of his brothers, guarding the eggs just as much as a gold.

Er, he's also pretty OCD. He's a complete neat freak, and he won't tolerate messiness at all. Order is also desired strongly by this wher, and he has no tolerance for those who deviate from tradition and order... unless of course, it is defense of the weak.

Why Me? Annette is a serious woman, one who adheres to work and is as honest as Abe himself. That is what drew him to her, and that's what will make him stay. Ask likes her because she doesn't force affection out of him, and she'll be fine with their relationship appearing merely professional to eyes of outsiders. But she won't mind him cuddling up to her when they're alone. Likewise, Annesk has a part in this. He can draw Ask out of his shell, teach him that not everything has to be serious. He'll appreciate it.

[nozomi]

"FFFFFF." indeed.

Warden did a visible double-take at the sight of that Bronze, pushing in at the too-small egg. The shell crunched, Zalmask moved, and the entire Weyr changed with the sight of something small and wingless and white. So Warden made the awkward 'fffff' sound, and took a step back from where Zalmask had been. Let Z mourn - he would speak to the man later.

IN the meantime--

There have been white dragons, Yusuth pointed out, lazy at his own perch somewhere else in the prison. Why not white whers?

Warden ignored his bondmate. He instead watched the purple dragon hatch - no, blue, blue, thank goodness. A normal color, and it picked itself the female brownhandler - quiet thing, Warden only briefly remembered their conversation. But at least he remembered?

Deformed dragons, two of them, one obviously too small to survive for long. The other - that green was a misshapen beast.

"Mama," said the Warden in hard, low tones. He did not expect the gold to hear, the words said mainly because Nozling felt the need to not have a post full of thought and few actions. Also, Warden had no idea what else to do in this situation. "We are going to have to talk."

[S'yal]

Zalmask heard him. Malevolent red eyes turned to Warden, before beginning to whirl a sad blue. Didn't he understand? Of course he wouldn't. She was a mother, she could not let her chidlren die. Watching Zalsk die had been pure agony, and now she moved slowly to Warden. She would make him understand her pain, and her mind reached out to shyly touch his. She had never shared an image with one that was not her handler, but she would. She would if he suggested hurting her children.

She would fight all of pern to protect them. They were her children, she was their mother. She was their queen.

Mine. No hurt. She insisted to the man, softly, even as chaos erupted behind her. Warden not understand. Mine. Zalmask's babies. She was not a human woman, nor a dragon queen, but she felt the pain as any human mother would. She felt this pain everytime she had a dud, every time an infant was born only to go wild. It was what female whers were doomed to feel.

What would he say, if it was a baby dragon and not a wher?

Luxuria was distracted, and Angry took her chance to get back at Envy for what she had caused. She took off running towards her smaller sister, earning a growl that ended in a squeak and sent poor Envy hightailing it to the candidates. She was screaming the entire time she ran, flailing dramatically as she tried to get away from her sister. The larger green snapped at her tail, driving her forward as the green screamed in shock.

Suddenly, Invidia found shelter. She collided into Rynn's legs, whimpering loudly and driving herself behind the female as Angry turned her eyes on Rynn. Ignoring the blue and the green, she would dive at Rynn and sink her claws into the legs, ripping open the wound left by the blue and exposing the bone until she realized she was facing three enemies now. Exposing her toothless gums, she would back away before fleeing again to the eggshells.

Invidia crooned apologetically, licking at Rynn's injury. Then, she spoke.

Rysk so, so sorry! Hey wait, Wenrysk! This Rysk's human! Rysk beat up Wenrysk! She puffed up, hissing at the greedy wher... and if Rynn didn't scoop her up, she descend on him and start chewing on his headknobs. Or as best she could, without teeth. At least she wasn't hurting him?

~~~~I want, I want, I want! It's not fair that they get it.~~~~



Name Rysk

Color Green

Sin Envy

Hex Code 38FF11

Desc She's a delicate creature, amusing when compared to the bronze who often followed her. She's tiny, with long legs and an almost undernourished frame. No matter how much Rynn feeds her, she's always like that. She's missing most of the bumps of a wher, but where she does have them, she's determined to make it work. To the point of gettin Rynn to paint them pretty colors, because she's jealous that her sisters are prettier then her. Her hide is a bright green, darker green stripes covering her. Unfortunately, the stripes can't seem to decide if they want to be horizontal or vertical.

Personality
HEY, WHY DOES WENRYSK GET THAT!? RYSK WANTS IT! Rysk doesn't want things, normally. But if someone else has it, boy does she want it. Like when Rynn gives Wenrysk a treat, Rysk wants one too. When she sees Ira fawning over Bellatrisk, she marches up to Luxuria and demands he fawn too. She wants what others have, though once she has it she has no idea what to do with it. Part of this behavior stems from extremely poor self esteem- she thinks that she only deserves something if it's a hand me down. To cover up her poor self esteem she constantly boasts about being the most awesome wher ever, and unfortunately for those around her Luxuria usually pops up and encourages her.

Rysk loves adventure. Rynn and Wenrysk, adventurous and fearless creatures that they are, might even shy away from some of the crazy crap this green does. Like go toe to toe with a dragon because she heard they're hiding treasure, or stick her head in a wherrys mouth just from the rush of it. She's an adrenaline junky, stemming all from the rush she got when attacked by Ira. However, she has a cowardly side. This only shows itself when Ira rears her head... Rysk is terrified of her. She will always skitter behind one of her three protectors... and once safe behind them, she taunts Ira. She isn't very smart, you see.

She's suffering from kleptomania just like her greedy brother. Obviously, this is very bad for Rynn. While Wenrynsk hordes things, Rysk is constantly looking for his hordes to break into them. Surprisingly, when she isn't robbing him blind they get along well together. They pretend to hate each other, having huge arguments... but when it comes down to it, Rysk will beat up anyone who messes with her brother and vice versa.

She and Luxuria have an interesting relationship. She's the only wher he cares about outside of lust, and she loves to tease him. Anything and everything is something to tease the big bronze about, and when not with her handler and bond partner she will be found snoozing on the big beast. Unfortunately, if Rynn doesn't do something about it, his indulgent ways will spoil her rotten and have her thinking that she deserves the stuff she steals from people.

She is going to be insufferable for male whers during runs, as she adores to tease them. She will stop and pretend to let them catch her, only to use those long legs to dart away at the last second, laughing at them. But she is an absolute sucker for romance, something down to earth Rynn will have to inform her isn't very likely for a wher. Any male that starts to treat her special before her run has a much higher chance of winning, because he'll make her melt. Likewise, she is incredibly fond of pranks. Her favorite victims will be Warden and Wenrynsk, the first of which she must be strongly discouraged from bothering. He might ground her up and use her for wine.

Why Me? Rynn offers something Rysk loves, an adventure! She doesn't really believe in ghosts that much, but Wenrynsk and Rynn can make a believer out of her. She'll be the first to lead them off on an adventure, squealing about how much fun it will be. Likewise, Envy and Greed are two sins that go hand and hand. Despite how angry Greed will be at first, he'll warm up to her and treat her as one of his own possessions just like he does Rynn.

[nemix]

If only Druen had kept a better eye out, if only he hadn't been swinging his gaze about the sands from Whers to people, he might have spotted the angry barrel of Wher that was the Green. She seemed hell bent on coming right for him, not that he'd noticed. Druen had watched the dull shell that he'd spent time with before, split and a Blue spill onto the sands. So that was the Wher who'd promised to meet him. He waited, but the Blue seemed intent on dozing rather than finding a handler; perhaps he would go wild....hopefully he'd at least stop to say hello first, the young mind had been so very different from the rest.

Before he could process much past that though, his sights suddenly became full of angry Green Wher. He hissed sharply, trying not to shout as claws thrashed at his legs. He cared nothing for the clothes, but the legs underneath he needed. They allowed him to work, to walk, to generally not be bored and bedridden. Yet all he could feel was a searing pain as the Angry hatchling tore into him. She was scrabbling at his front, beginning to make short work of his shirt until a screech ripped the air. His attacker dropped to the sands a moment, allowing Druen to double over with quaking knees. He gulped in air as the shocked form of the Green tumbled passed him, tackled by the dark Blue that had only recently been snoozing on the sands.

He'd have to thank the Wher later, right now, he rather needed to sit down. So he did, slumping into the sand with a stifled whimper. He peered at his legs, assessing the damage. Well now, that would be a fine lot of scars he realised, watching his legs bleed onto the sand.

Drusk sorry Drusk too slow and stupid to help... Drusk make it better... A voice that was familiar in feel rather than in sound slowly filled Druen's head, as the Blue drifted into his vision and licked at his wounds. Drusk love Drusk's forever... Drusk's love Drusk, right? A pair of anxious eyes whirled into his as Druen watched the Wher face him. Drusk try to be good. Drusk can be dragon if Drusk's say so!

Shakily, Druen reached out a hand and patted the chunky, goop covered shoulder of the Blue, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. "Thank you Drusk, you did wonderfully." He said quietly, peering to his legs for a moment as the Blue seemed to shift on his feet a little. "Drusk doesn't need to be anything other than himself for me." Druen said, attempting to keep the shake from his voice. The Wher was so worried, so anxious, already so hard on himself.

Druen swiftly realised he would need a brave face, many brave faces, for his fear and sadness had carried right through from egg to hatchling. Drusk meanwhile glanced at the sand, at His' legs and then finally back to his handler's face. If Drusk's says so. He said timidly, puffing himself up a little and looking about the sands. He'd seen off Angry, oh yes he had, saved His he had. Drusk's is still hurt though. He commented, watching his handler's legs until his muscled shoulders sagged and his chubby frame almost pressed into the sand again. Druen sighed inwardly, forcing a smile to his lips despite his pain and wiped yet more goo off of the Wher who had been too tired to even bother shaking some of it off after he'd hatched.

"It would have been worse if you hadn't helped. Legs mend, at least she didn't get my face hmm?" He said, finding a positive that even the Wher couldn't ignore. He shuffled on his feet, smearing more goop into the already bloodstained grains of sand. They'd both need a good clean soon. Drusk helped? The Blue asked finally, to which Druen could only chuckle and nod.
"I just said as much didn't I? Drusk did exactly what he was meant to do." The new handler assured his new companion, noting the lift in his frame again. This was swiftly followed by a large yawn though, the Blue's eyes drooping slightly. Drusk will sleep soon. He informed his handler, dimly watching the rest of the hatching as Druen attempted to tidy up the remnants of his trouser legs so they wouldn't drag through his cuts as he stood up.