THE GOD OF CAKE [Siatask Hatching]

[nozomi]

Siatask had the Sands all to herself, as it should have always been. The entirety of all of the Sands stretched out around her and under her, warm to the touch and hosting, of all delightful things, four darling eggs all of her own. They were glorious, and wonderful, and hers. All roughly the same size, the same color and shape as any of the other, save for a few designing twists here and there.

She doted on one in particular, kept it cuddled closer to her body then the other three. Siata asked her once, "How will someone pick it?" and received nothing but a disdainful look from the thickset green.

It would be picked because she said it would be picked, shardit.

Until the eggs started to quake and crack, she'd snarled and bit at anyone that attempted to come and steal a peek at her eggs. More then one person got an arm cut open for being stupid. And when the little eggs started to rock back and forth, the thickset wher perked up and clambered to her feet, lips peeled into a snarl.

Siata groaned from the forge, putting down whatever work she'd been doing to go towards the Hatching Sands. Rubbing her eyes, once more covered in the days work and sweat, she wandered back towards the Sands. Last time, she got herself a Siatask.

Wonderful.

OTHERS. Eggs hatch! COME. Then, the briefest of pauses, and just for I'saac: Something Man come! Siatask has thing. Say yes, come, no say no. Come! ... Bring head thing. Hat.


Eggs:

I'M MAGICAL Egg
PATHETIC STARE Egg
WHY CAN'T I GO Egg
HORROR STORY Egg

Impression/Bonding Order:
There is none. We have Takei, I'saac, and Lexine as those Impressing, so it is first come first serve! Except I'saac. So if you pick his egg, Siatask will correct you.

Rules:
1. Remember. She has fucking teeth, be respectful.
2. ICA = ICC.
3. YOU pick the eggs, ICly. Don't PM me, first come, first serve. If you do not like the personality of your dragon, too bad. You picked it.

ONWARD MY CHILDREN.

[snalf]

Lexine was nervous. Big surprise, right? She could feel herself shaking a little, and she was taking a deep breath. Whers were so awesome, and she was ready. A look of false confidence spread across her face, and she slowly approached the unfamiliar Wher. Okay! Okay. Deep breaths, Lexi. Breath.

"H-Hello!" she said in a rather nervous, chirp-like tone. "I...Y-Your eggs are really c-cute," pause, "I like the H-Horror story one..." Odd choice, love. She cleared her throat, "Please," she added with a cleared throat.

Shuffleshufflenervous. Eeek! Siatask was so pretty! Whers were just awesome and pretty and cute and...Okay. Shutting up.

[maggie]

Takei was nearly bouncing with excitement, a rare occurrence for him. He grinned at his mother, who was standing on the sidelines calmly, ready to be of assistance if anything went wrong. The healer gave him a quiet nod, then mostly ignored him. She loved her son, but the whers where what was important, now. Task was standing behind her, all puffed up and proud, but not stupid enough to go anywhere near the eggs or Siatask while she had her babies to guard. Beautiful Siatask have beautiful eggs,[/color] he crooned at her. Beautiful Siatask have strong hatchlings![/color]

Takei approached the eggs, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Today was the day he had waited for all his life; the day he finally became a handler. The father of the eggs was his mother's own Task, which made the whole thing even more meaningful. He bowed to Siatask, knowing that she would be slightly more pleasant if she saw that he respected her. He had seen the eggs before, having gone to sneak peeks at them. He had a few cuts on his arm that his mother had very unsympathetically bandaged up for him to prove this. He gave the green a little smile and he could hear Task's rumble of approval as he stepped onto the sands. Task had always thought that Takei was his own hatchling, not Talinn's, so he was very pleased that his human hatchling would be handling one of his wher hatchlings. He motioned towards the egg that had most caught his eye, in the last few weeks: the Pathetic Stare egg. "All your eggs are beautiful, Siatask," he murmured, "but that one is special. May I have it please?"

[giftwrapped]

Voices. In I'saac's head.

Voices in I'saac's head that weren't Merceth.

The dragonless man jolted up from his work, folding together the small knife he had been working on and slipping it into his pocket as he stood and looked around. But the threat was imagined - and the presence was entirely in his head, anyway - and he shrugged sheepishly after a moment, looking around as if someone could possibly have seen him. They hadn't. He was alone in the weyr while C'ross and Merceth were off for a checkup with Lanakirene. They left him alone now, sometimes. It was...odd, he realized vaguely.

...Hat? For a moment, I'saac stared blankly at his hands. And then, slowly (painfully slowly) realization dawned. Hat. Faranth, he hadn't seen that hat in...far too long. But he went digging in the trunk that held his things - and a great many of them were unused now; his leathers were in that trunk, and as he opened it he paused, unsure whether to proceed - before surfacing with the vibrant purple hat he had found on the beach nearly two turns ago.

...Faranth, it had been a long time, hadn't it. He settled it on his head, then, tilting it down so it sat right, and started off for the wher sands. It felt strange, wandering off in the direction of hatching sands after all this time. Wher or not, it was still odd, and I'saac frowned slightly as he approached. What in the world could Siatask want from him now? It had to be Siata. Siata was probably working on something at the Sands and wanted input on it. The hat? That, he didn't know about.

Probably just Siata's attempt at cheering him up. He liked the girl for that. She tried, and I'saac appreciated that. It was nice to feel cared-about by someone other than C'ross. It made him feel a little bit closer to human. It was a good thing, and he briefly allowed himself to feel a moment of satisfaction regarding this. Whers were good. His friendship with Siata was good. He liked this.

But the sands were...surprisingly crowded already. He blinked at the small crowd, edging awkwardly around two grown wherhandlers and sidling over to Siata. "Um...Siatask wanted me?" he asked the Smith quietly. The old promise to the wher went forgotten. Whatever was going on, I'saac hadn't quite put two and two together. And he was in for one hell of a surprise when he finally did.

[nozomi]

((ETA: Each 'Impression' will be done in different posts, in order.))

Oh, look.

Nervous human.

Siatask stared at the approaching little female, her look as disdainful as a creature with no proper eyebrows could make it. Lexine happened to be a respectful prospect, and a female, so all for the better. Some of the other prospects had to be clawed a few times for approaching on her freaking territory but, hey. They'd learn eventually... An arm or two down the line.

Yes. Siatask edged towards the egg in question, nudging the cracking egg towards the human girl. Yours, Little.

No sooner had she 'spoken' that the egg cracked open and a small green wher tumbled it. It squeaked, nipped at it's mother, and took no time frolicking towards the indicated female. Lexine was hers, after all, Siatask had said so and requested and thus all was well. The brave little Fearless Burrito Wher puffed up, proud as could be, and nipped at Lexine's hand for the taste of blood to seal the bond.

Lexisk's! I am! Protect, yes? Yes![/i]

Name: Lexisk
Color: Green
Egg: Horror Story Egg

Personality: Lexisk is big, she be bad, she be BAMF in all ways known to all. She can take in all of the bad stuff in the world and filter it out without a

care in the world and want even more out of the world. There is nothing out there that scares her, Lexisk taking it all on with a roll of the shoulders and a

snap of her (for now toothless) jaws.

She is not the brightest wher in the entire world, nor is she the bravest, but Lexisk simply does not care. She has no cares to give and no intention to try

to make up for that. Where her handler may have issues approaching people and facing conflicts, Lexisk takes the world in an 'as it goes' sort of mentality and

strives to keep her handler out of those situations. Lexisk is a watch-wher. She is aware of that fact and likes to roll with it. Going without is not a possibility!

Like all whers, Lexisk is at home in the darkness and trolls the prisons with cheerful abandon. The poor prisoners didn't do anything wrong to her, why should she torment them? On that end, they are prisoners. If they mess with her, well, then, they deserve it, don't they? Of course they do.

She adores her handler in all things possible, seeking to be the best watch-wher out there. And if that means facing down demons and monsters and scaries, all the better that she has absolutely no concept of fear, isn't it?

Appearance: Normal sized for a green, lexisk is a bright sea-foam green with lighter tones at her claws. Her wings are longer then most whers, her hide pitted and mottled as the rest of them. She is slim in comparison to her mother, lean muscle, and brute strength behind it all.

Her butt has a little wriggle to it, but hey, who's going to tell a wher with no idea what fear is that she's fat?

[nozomi]

Silly Task, eggs are for girls, or girl-identifying whers of whatever color. Granted, any female that dared step onto the sand that didn't happen to only have two legs would quickly find themselves brought down to that number of appendages and her jaws full of the blood and body parts of her enemies. She hissed at Takei as the boy once more stepped foot on her sands, teeth bared for all to see when he gestured to the PATHETIC STARE egg.

Not for you. Siatask snapped her jaws at him, twice, and pushed the PATHETIC STARE egg away. That had been the one she guarded so fanatically, and if he wanted it, well, pah! He didn't need the assistance the way some others did.

It was kind of a compliment, Takei. Sort of. It is coming from Siatask anyway.

A leg kicked out - a little blue! A slightly wriggly blue that kicked and rolled and couldn't quite get his feet down onto the ground enough to stand up. Siatask rumbled and pushed at the egg with her nose so it tumbled towards Takei. The blue burst out, clashing colors of sky and near-black, thick and round as his mother.

He stared up at Takei, blinked, and said Takesk's! Food! Want food! Feed.[/i] before biting him in the leg hard enough to draw blood. Siatask sat back on the sands as her son rubbed up against the man as he lapped at the red liquid.

Name: Takesk
Color: Blue
Egg: WHY CAN'T I GO Egg

Personality: Yes. Yes, Takesk can do everything under the sun and there is nothing you can say to make him forget about it. Maybe he won't remember why that promise was made to go eat that beast, but he'll sure as shooting remember that he was supposed to eat it... And if he's denied what has been promised by any reason outside of his own demands, fits will be thrown. Public humilitation will ensue. Perhaps that means shrieking in public that his handler thinks horrible things about him because they can't do this thing right away, but that's what you get for refusing him things.

That whole 'filter between mind and mouth' thing that people have going on? Yeah. Takesk lacks that in his life. Anything that he thinks comes out of his mouth, and thank the huge butt of Ramoth that whers have a limited manner of speaking, as that will at least hinder how much he can spit out in one go before totally ruining any chances he or his handler has of ever having a proper social life.

WHY WON'T YOU LET ME GO THERE, TAKESK'S. WHY WON'T YOU LET ME GO.

When it comes to chases.... Well, good luck with that one. He isn't a coordinated dragon, nor an overly clever one. His thought processes tend to veer more towards the sheer joy of life around him (as long as he's getting his way), and what he will be eating next. Takesk loves his handler to death, perhaps a bit too much, because that means that you can hurt those you love and his boy isn't too much of jump from 'love' to 'nom'.

Appearance: At least one of the kids didn't turn out ass-ugly. Sort of. For a wher, Takesk isn't the prettiest on the block with a nearly smooth hide and a long, sleek figure. What few bumps he has are on his back, hidden by wings so dark a blue they are nearly black. The rest of him tends to veer towards the more 'robin's egg blue' as opposed to anything else that is serious sounding and adult. He is a large blue, brushing into a brown size, thick muscled and barrel chested as his mother.

[nozomi]

Siatask hung back, at odds with the position she had as the greenhandler for the clutch at hand. She looked up, arms crossed over her chest with a contemplative frown on her face. Siatask had already hatched two healthy wherlings, a blue and a green, both awesome, but there were still two cracking on the Sands. I'saac popping in made her grin, arms falling so she could give him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Hey there, sexy beast! Uhm - did she? All I heard was her snarling for everyone to show up and--"

SOMETHING MAN MINE. SIATASK'S STOP. Something Man[/i], come over to Siatask![/color] The green wher snarled and snapped for only a moment. Then? An egg in her mouth, barely able to be held even in that gaping jaw. She edged as close to I'saac and Siata as she could before placing the egg down. Out tumbled a green wher, soft pea green on an ugly pitted creature with twisted wings and big big eyes. It squeaked and flailed, trying to bite at her mother before...

Before...

... Flopping down on the ground and creening at Siatask with a pathetic stare and a limp boddy. She squirmed, and huffed. Siatask heaved a long-suffering sigh and wandered over to I'saac. She sat down and stared at him. Poor I'saac, once more getting himself licked by the green clutchmother. One heavy claw lifted, pawed idly at his arm, and Siatask cut open a bit of his arm.

Yours. Give to Something Man. Feed baby. Your baby.

Isaaaaaaaaaac. :C [/i]


Name: Isaask
Color: Green
Egg: Pathetic Stare Egg
Appearance: Ugly, ridiculously so. Isaask has pits and bumps, a head too small for a wher her size. She's as thickly muscled as her mother, though she has the normal legs and tail that Siatask lacks. By adulthood, Isaask will be near to the size of a small blue, towering over some of her siblings. This may prove to be problematic with her laptdog mentality.

Maybe the soft green hide makes up for the ugly, or the dark emerald 'mask'. Colorwise, Isaask is a stunning girl, and had she been a dragon, it'd be as a little jewel in the sky or something less cliche. Probably.

Personality: Does she 'feel green', Isaac? Does she?!

Because isaask tries her very best to feel as green as any green that ever greened in hopes to somehow feel the void of the previous green, the little green ugly, and she does it with as much enthusiasm possible for a little wher. Green green green!

Luckily with the bond, that means she knows when she is doing a good job. Isaask delights in being able to make Issac less of a suicidal chew toy and making sure he is super duper okay always. On the other hand, the bond also means that Isaask is overly aware of when she doesn't succeed. This doesn't mean she failed, mind, but in her brain if she doesn't give 120% and Isaac doesn't respond the way she thinks he needs to, Isaak panics. Not only that, but she becomes convinced that the world is going to end and flopping pathetically to her side, waiting for it All To Stop. During times of emotional upheaval, Isaask prefers to imagine doom and gloom, wordlessly thinking of the different reasons of why a slightly burnt piece of meat will bring apart the end of the world. It's the Apocalypse!

Well, that is, until Isaac is theatened. What is considered a 'threat' to Isaac may vary widely depending on their moods, but that doesn't mean her streak of ROAR isn't seen more often then not by new creatures. It can range from kittens meowing too loud, violent thunderstorms, all the way to serial killers and one-eyed bronze dragons. The only creatures not viewed with suspicion straight from the egg is Isaac, Siatask, and Isaac's dog. They are threats! Isaask is a green! They are fierce and... Not so much. Isaask will attact when she believes it's needed, but the bravado is quickly overpowered by a swift bite to the neck. When blood is drawn on her end, Isaask withdraws. It hurts! Woe and sadness and pain!

That's when she runs and hides against Isaac. She is his protector as much as he is hers, and that she desperately believes. In him, in herself, and in all things horrible in the world. Like socks.

Despite her neurosis and tendency to overreact into overemotional, flopping dramatics, Isaask is not stupid. She has the typical wher memory and speech patterns, perhaps a little sharper then required. Any insinuations of stupidity result in a highly insulted wher - no fpathetic staring, no emo involved until alone with Isaac. He can heal all hurts, after all.

Special Notes: Her Runs are bloody. She isn't a fierce girl at heart, but during Runs, she will draw more blood then her mother. Maybe memories from Isaac and Nicoth's Flights trigger something, but who knows?

Either way, be prepared.

[snalf]

The excitement amplified as the egg was nudged in her direction. Aha! The little Wher cracked out, and Lexine could have melted on the spot. She crouched, looking at the little Lexisk with sheer adoration. Her hand was offered, and at the nip she winced a bit.

Lexisk's nervous? No! Not be! Lexisk would keep Lexisk's from being nervous, yes? Yes! Very good, Yes. Lexine smiled. The little thing reminded her of the Watchwhers she found so much respect in. But this one was hers, all hers! She wouldn't have to feel so alone anymore.

'I'm okay! I'm happy!!' she returned. Woah. That was new. Talking to something through the mind. Best of all, she didn't stutter when she talked to Lexisk. Fate worked in awesome ways.

Happy good, yes? Happy good. Nobody mess with Lexisk's. Lexisk had a devastating amount of pride in her little body. Lexine would really have to get used to that. But, the Wher was what Lexine wasn't. That was a plus. The submissive little twitchy girl with the fearless Wher who probably was going to have a track record for bad decisions.

She put her hand on the Wher's head and beamed.

[maggie]

It was a good thing that Takei already had no social life to speak of and that his life mostly revolved around whers because he had a feeling that Takesk was going to take more energy than even most baby wherlets. He crooned down at the adorable creature. He looked a little bit like his father's big, placid blue Mask. Unlike the older blue, though, Takesk already looked like he would be a handful. His leg was already throbbing with pain, but he didn't really care. He tapped the blue's snout sternlyand removed his legs from the little one's teeth. Takesk's eyes started to whirl a sulky orange and the albino young man could see a fit building. "Come on, Takesk, I have real food for you over here. You want real food, right? My leg is not delicious."

Food! Takesk want food! Takesk's bring Takesk food now! Feed! Feed! The little blue started stamping his feet angrily. Takei rolled his eyes, leading the little blue over to the food. He was limping a bit after the bite, but he had a huge grin plastered on his face.

Talinn rolled her eyes. Of course it was her son who would manage to get injured on the sands, moreso than the other candidates.

[nozomi]

All of her babies had bonded! There were three newly bonded creatures (and their whers) and all was well in the world. Siatask rumbled in pleasure with the blood and the bonding and stood near I'saac and Isaask, proud as a peacock. Siata opened her mouth to say something when the last egg, the I'M MAGICAL egg began to rock pathetically.

For a moment, handler and wher did nothing but look back at that small egg. Then, with a sigh, Siatask turned around and padded to the shivering egg. She stared down at it, head cocked, because, really, in all respects she should just let the thing die if it couldn't crack out of the egg itself. That said, Siatask had no fucks left to give on what she should or should not do.

She bit down at the egg and yanked the shell free with a deep-chested rumble. The wher that tumbled out was thin, all legs and wings too large for her body, nearly smooth in a most unwher-like fashion, and a deep emerald at that. The young wher yelped and squealed, attempting to get to her feet except - what were feet? She stumbled and began to keen a high, constant 'eeeeeeeee'.

... No. said Siatask, and she started to push her infant over towards I'saac and Isaask. Eeeeeesk continued on, stumbling and keening but somehow managing to make it over despite the not-knowing-where-the-feet-are-located. Once there, Eeeeeesk shoved herself up against I'saac, crooning that steady eeeeeeee against him. Wild animal! Yes? Yes!

Name: Issk
Color: Green
Egg: I'm Magical Egg
Appearance: Issk is almost pretty for a wher. She has minimal amounts of bumps and grooves, her wings are large for her frame, and she is very streamlined. The girl has little to no muscle mass, which is probably good, because with her brain power, muscle is a bad idea. She will be long for a green but all of it is whip-thin bone and muscle with a deep emerald hide stretched over it, devoid of any markings until the claws on her feet - the same pea-green of Isaask dots at her claws in minute freckles.

Personality: Despite not having a handful of brains, Issk does have a hard to forget personality, although that can be summed up to her having about ten of them at any given time. Not to say the little green has a multiple personality disorder but... well... It's very easy for her to forget that she is supposed to have one stable personality. She can go from being WILD ANIMAL OF THE WILDS to secure lap-wher thats never heard of the great big outdoors in a matter of hours and vice versa.

So, yes, she can forget who she is bonded to. That may be a problem in the future, but at least it means she won't be culled in the here and now! Issk may need reminding every so often that yes, while being wild and awesome is just fine, it's even better to come with the person who shares your head. Even though a wher, and not the brightest of them, and being a little bit in space, Issk is not vicious but rather attached to those who feed her and let her crawl onto their lap at night.

Issk is magical. Arguing otherwise is a moot point.

Due to how her mind works, Issk prefers to communicate in noises, images, and feelings. Her vocabulary is limited, though it may be expanded throughout her life, and she is perfectly capable of letting people know what she thinks, when she thinks it, because - let's admit it - the girl is expressive. The 'eeeeeee' may very well be a coping mechanism for stress, vocalized.

Special Notes: Her Runs are bloody, mostly because Isaask's are. She learns from observing. Sometimes.

[giftwrapped]

Siatask's bellows were shocking - horrifying, almost, but I'saac was not afraid of the wher. For whatever reason, Siatask had taken a liking to him, and he was fond of the massive creature. So while he may have cringed away from the green when she snarled, he didn't move when she asked him, and he watched with brow-furrowing curiosity as Siatask picked up...an egg...and brought it over...to him...and then the egg hatched....and..........

For a moment, I'saac's head was filled with green and he couldn't do anything as he looked down at the baby who had flopped her way over to him. And then he realized that Siatask was speaking to him, making a demand of him, and what had happened slowly - ever so slowly - crept into his mind. Right about the time the sharp pain of a claw slicing his skin shot through his wrist, a sort of faint comprehension dawned, and he jerked away, falling to his knees in front of the little animal. "Hey," he said softly, gathering the little green into his arms and offering the open wound to her. "Hey little girl," he murmured in a voice that cracked.

And the green herself closed her muzzle around Isaac's wrist, tongue rasping at the cut (this wasn't at all sanitary, when you really got down to it) and eyes bursting with the rainbow of Impression. Isaask's.

"...Is that what I am now?" he asked softly, and suddenly his voice was thick with tears. The green in his arms looked momentarily alarmed at the sudden wave of emotion and whined, twisting so she could bump her muzzle against his cheek. I'saac - Isaac? - gathered her close to him, pressing his face against her hide and taking a deep breath. "Isaask," he whispered. "My Isaask." This wasn't supposed to happen. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this. Whers weren't supposed to happen to dragonless. It wasn't possible. And yet here was the green, warm in his arms, huffing softly and bumping her muzzle against the side of his head because she couldn't reach his face.

And then....Siatask was pushing over another baby? "Siatask -" he began hesitantly, but apparently the green was going to do what she pleased, and what she pleased was -

There was, for a moment, no thought from the new wher. There was a burst of feelings, happy, and excited, and hungry, and wild animal and it was so odd that I'saac - no, Isaac - was more than a little bewildered. "Yes," he said quietly, shifting Isaask so he could gather up the other baby and offer her his arm. She latched on with rather more force than was necessary, but toothless gums didn't do any damage, and Isaac blinked. "Um," he said to the green, who paused only a moment to look up at him.

Issk's.

"...I guess," he answered quietly. ...Oh Faranth, what was he going to tell C'ross?

[snalf]

At this point, darling Lexine wasn't all that sure what to do. Her subconscious mind though, payed to attention to that. All that mattered was her new friend. The knobby little creature was bumping against her legs. Such a strong little brute. It was almost as if she were sizing everything else in the room up. Everything.

Lexisk gazed around. Nobody better mess with her! Lexine could see some trouble in the future already. HER trouble. But at least it was worth it. Lexisk likes Lexisk's. Yes. Lexisk be good, yes? Lexisk's loves Lexisk!

'Yes, Lexisk. You are adorable.' Look here now, girly. Don't be giving something like that Wher an ego. That would be really bad news right there. Lexi couldn't help but look at the other hatchlings, too. They were all too cute! Not as cute as her's, of course. Without a doubt, she moved to put a hand on the creature again. She'd waited a long time for this.

Clearing her throat, she wondered what would happen to her next. Would life become very different from what it was before? This was unclear to the young woman. What would Tart think?! The little flit would most likely burst at the thought of attention being sapped away from him! Lexisk's no worry. Worry bad. Not need.

Well. At least someone tried to reassure her.