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The Radiant Coast; Aesulla Opening Ceremonies!
Topic Started: Mar 24 2015, 05:00 PM (8,719 Views)
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Thalron
Tag: Lysander, Yggdrasil.

He made a slight 'ooh' sound as Lysander explained what he meant, and... Well, understood almost none of it. Oh well. He was content enough to figure that out in more depth later on, there were a lot of things from the night that had been put onto a mental notepad for later thinking about. He wasn't as dense as he often came across as, but he didn't feel like trying particularly hard to dispel that illusion most of the time. He mostly just lacked information at the moment, they hadn't even really talked to him about religion other than it was 'something' people believed in, and something about Sel... It wasn't like he needed them to tell him about her though. "I have a few titles too I think..." He commented to Lysander in a somewhat distant sounding tone. There was a brief pause as it was obvious he decided not to talk about them... And instead switched back to talking about songs and 'vulgar' things apparently. "I think most of them at least mean to be entertaining? Or maybe just make money." He scrunched up his nose at the comment about what that meant. "Bleh, people are gross." He meant that about more than one 'people' as he was pretty sure it was a human and dragon talking about Fae that way.

It didn't seem like he was surprised when the lights suddenly went out, though some of the seismographs in the area probably picked up a tremor that corresponded with the lightning strike. In the darkness though, his eyes glowed a vivid yellow even in his human form. They didn't really shed much light, but it was very obvious where he was compared to the others that had been standing around. Right before the lights turned back on a few small sparks could be seen moving across his clothing as well, which might have made him seem a little more guilty than he was... Or a lot more guilty, one of those.

"I'm fine, and no... I didn't cause the outage... I /Might/ have caused the storm though, uh... A little bit." The lightning bolt also had a direct trajectory to meet up with the titan, but that was probably a coincidence. There were a lot of those around the new titan, especially when he was learning to use his powers more delicately. Several powerful storms had been created, and subdued before anyone noticed before, but Losalka was not present today. Yggdrasil, and Terminus did not have the talents required to counter Thalron's Earth or Lightning.

He didn't seem to mind Daisy taking off, but was instantly intrigued by the Tragendire. It was easy to feel the energy in the air around him as he stared off in their direction. "Do you think I could get one? Or maybe I should bring one back for Lysander?" The last part he said with a wide grin as he glanced at the priest. "It'd make a great bed-warmer, or pillow, or uh, bed later on!" It sounded like he was joking, but it was sometimes hard to tell.



Averon
Tag: Rocherion

Averon continued to play cards as he spoke with the two centaur, it was pretty interesting how... Normal they were, considering the very different upbringing, though he guess they had similar history together at some point in the past, at least till the centaur had gone into seclusion, or whatever it was they did. "Well, I know who to call when I finally have to move all my stuff out of the wyrmling barracks I suppose." He remarked bemusedly at the seeming pride the large centaur had in his physical abilities. The aftermath of the battle was an interesting topic, and though he felt like talking a bit more about it he could tell it was probably not too desired by Rocherion, and instead he switched over to something else.

"Not sure, though sometimes other bonding creatures can show up between arrival and the hatching, or during training sometimes." He stood up after their current round was done, then glanced over at the tables. "Need any help deciphering the dishes? I remember feeling kind of like I was playing Russian roulette with the food when I first arrived in Aesulla." That was a long time ago though, and by now he knew most of the dishes. Some were definitely an... Experience... Hopefully a tame menu had been chosen, that at least lacked the deep fried disasters he would occasionally find at the food carts and street side restaurants.

Regardless of the others choice though, the storm likely interrupted the conversation as the lightning took out the main power, and darkness enveloped the dome. In an instant Averon had taken out a glow stick and activated it, glancing around for a moment before he set it on his head and watched the ensuing chaos and screaming people. He didn't appear particularly phased, not that anyone could see too well in the dark.

"...I guess that's what he meant." Said captain obvious.


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It took a few minutes for Dan to settle back into what could have been considered "calm". Being small and flighty wasn't really a good idea but sometimes you couldn't help it... especially when you were already afraid of the large predatory beasts back home. Once she was more sensible the little dotty woman tried to shrug off the momentary embarassment by smoothing out her clothes and fussing with her collar for a few moments.

"Folk say that about dogs and then you find them chewing on your hocks... And now there's more of them." Aidan had never been fond of anything dog-like, with scars on her legs providing all the explanation. "Least we've dragons to stop them misbehaving too much."

The firepit mouth that lit up from one of the dragons, a fluffy one it seemed, did little to soothe her as the fire only illuminated yet more teeth. Why did everything have to be teeth.
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Hanna
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As soon as Fae started taunting her, Hanna's face went from angry to blank. She heard Fae talking but all she could hear were the taunts of her mother whenever she didn't book a modeling gig.

"You think you're famous? If you were famous, you would have booked that gig for that shoe company. You wouldn't be sitting here whining to me, you'd be out earning your family money. You think I can work when I have to take care of you, your brothers and sister? You'd rather be out partying wouldn't you? There are people out there who are far more famous than you, Hanna Grace. And they deserve it."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to go up there and attempt to make a fool out of myself. I do not need you to do that for me, the media does it enough already." In her mind's eye, Hanna saw the farm her mother had purchased when she'd walked in on her last modeling shoot. The one where Hanna had been outstandingly drunk. She'd had to endure Terry's groping for the prep work for the shoot and the memories of the men she'd made out with the night before, well, she'd needed the alcohol to get through the next twelve hours. Her mother, of course, didn't believe her, so when Hanna had the opportunity to stay in town, she'd taken it.

A cold smile spread across Hanna's face as she remembered why she'd agreed to be a Candidate in the first place-- Vicarous. No one knew if he was dead or alive, but she was doing this for the infamy of being his consort. She would have to ignore haters like Fae and smile like a good little girl to get what she wanted.

Flicking her hair over her shoulder as she spun away, Hanna glanced back at Fae. "You may claim I'm not famous now, but you wait and see. One day I'll be the most recognized face on the planet. And not just because I'm the Bellagio shoe girl. It'll be for a far better reason." Hanna strode off towards a table covered in pizza. She normally wouldn't touch the stuff, as carb ridden and grease loaded as it was, but she was feeling rebellious tonight and she was going to stuff her face full of pizza and in the morning, she was getting her hair fixed.
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The fact that Basa sounded uneasy upon not seeing Ahm right away did not help her keep the rising worry in her gut to a manageable level. His apologies hardly registered with her as her eyes flicked between peoples faces at a more frantic rate. She was his sister, she came here to protect him and on the first real event she got carried away and lost him already. How could she be such a careless filly? You think one childish mistake would have been enough to teach her a lesson but apparently not. Although Ahmduer was a centaur that didn't exactly mean finding him was going to be easy. He was small and frail and oh why did she leave his side? If something happened to him she didn't know if she could ever face their mother with an even eye ever again. His condition was her fault as it was even if she hadn't meant it the fact that his frail body was because of her doing. Her prancing in place began to incorporate a stomp of her hoof here and there her agitation showing even more so by sporadic sparks jumping between strands of hair. Her concentration was on on the newly revealed Tragendires at all as panic began to rise further and further up into her throat.

So distracted was she looking out into the crowd that she didn't notice what was literally right in front of her until it jumped onto her back, pressing against the lower part of her human back for stability before it began climbing high until it tumbled into her arms. She had been startled, but managed to somehow only jump into the air a couple of inches though anyone who was standing behind her probably had a momentary heart attack that she was going to buck and kick someone in the face. After realizing it was one of the Tragendires Aza was more able to actually focus on the cub that had apparently chosen her. The first female to bond was beautiful and striking her colors standing out vibrantly against Azarahl's monochromatic color scheme.

-My Azarahl! Why are you so worried? Your Katci is here now! I will help, you'll see! Everything will be okay, just you wait!-

The voice chimed in her mind like the tinkling of bells and as she stared at her markings Aza felt more relaxed in spite of her worry. She began to absentmindedly pet the cub and already felt a very strong and ferocious bond between herself and katci, one she would do all she could to keep it formed and strong.

-Er,...Maybe after food? I'm very hungry, Aza....- The voice chimed back into her mind snapping her out of her reverie.

"Yes, food is good to eat!" She said slightly awkwardly. "What do you like to eat anyways?" The zebrataur asked as she dropped onto her knees, laying back down so they could reach the table and its various array of foods easier.

-What is that Aza? It tooks tasty!- Katci focused on a platter of fish, salmon and Ahi tuna by the looks of it.

"It's fish, they live in water and there are all types of different kinds of them." She explained as she reached out and grabbed the platter, bringing it closer to them. She hopped no one at the table minded her snatching the whole thing but glancing at their faces eased her mind as they were all completely focused on the brilliantly hypnotic cub. She laughed at Katci daintily picked a piece and ate it then began eating with the vigor one would expect a cub to have.

-Thish ish sho gooood Asha!- Katci crooned the circles across her body beginning to ripple at a faster pace. After taking a bite of the Ahi Tuna which was hardly cooked she spat it out and puffed a small lick of flame across it, cooking it to a more acceptable amount.

"So no sushie for you huh?" Aza said amused, and slightly proud of herself for having already remembered what it was called, she must say she wasn't exactly a fan of raw fish herself. As she watched the Tragendire cub munch away her eyes cast back up, roaming through the crowd again, worry showing in her eyes as she glanced at Basa again. Her attention was drawn back to Katci as she squirmed around to face Aza.

-Don't worry Aza, we'll find your brother! Does he have a mohawk like we do?- She asked after turning back to her platter of fish.

"Not quite like mine," she laughed "But he's a fire element like you and can make one out of flames." This seemed to make the cub pause for a moment, chewing the food in her mouth thoughtfully. -Like this?- She said before suddenly her mane started smoking and a little lick of flame erupted from one of the tufts of fur.

"Almost!" Aza said encouragingly as she patted the flame out almost as if on instinct from being around Ahmduer so long. Random things catching on fire was not something new to her and it would take more than that to catch her off guard. Katci seemed to grunt as if somewhat satisfied and went back to polishing off the fish platter.
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To Rocherion and Averon

Myre wasn’t faring so well at this round. She blamed it on the fact that had never been much for card games. She’d never had the patience to really learn good strategy and had preferred to roam about like the restless spirit her mother had often compared her to. But still, it was…nice…she decided, sitting and talking with others. The man, Averon, wasn’t terrible, though it was still an odd concept to the young mare to be talking to humans at all. She was often struck in the past few day by the sense of just how much things had changed. She wondered if she’d ever get used to it.

At the commentary about moving his stuff, Myre flicked her tail dismissively, giving a chuckle. “Well you’re assuming that you bond in the first place. Though if you’re looking for moving help Rocherion and Basajuan are probably the top picks for recruitment. They’re some of the biggest damn centaurs we have.” There was a tiny note of jealousy in Myre’s tones, though it was there and gone from one syllable to the next, like a flicker of lightning. You couldn’t choose how you were born, and sometimes fate would deal you a poor hand. So she’d just run with it…albeit somewhat slower than those with longer legs.

Myre had allowed the two males to continue their conversation, falling to quiet and then striding away when the hand was done, mumbling an excuse about being poor at cards to start with as she found a way to ‘her’ designated table. It almost seemed mocking that it was one of the shorter tables, but a part of her was touched that the system had registered her stature and adjusted. The plates of dishes that had been brought out were many, and most of it Myre couldn’t identify but for a few aspects. There were a few that reminded her of home and the style of cooking used by the herd, so she nibbled here and there at those while she passively took in those around her, making note of conversation and frequently finding her gaze drifting to where the humanoid Titans sat conversing with other guests.

She was in the middle of spooning another helping of a warm soup like dish into a bowl when the power went out with a fizzle and a pop. “Dammit!” Myre cursed, missing her mark and spilling most of her food onto the table and part of her hand where it was gripping the bowl. The hot liquid burned, but it had already cooled considerably in the time of her meal, making for an unpleasant but not overly painful sensation. Shaking out her hand, she scowled up at the ceiling, and heard the answering rumble of the thunder beyond. Any time for angry telling offs to whatever storm god was listening was interrupted by a blur of neon green and dark fur dodging through the dark before it was unveiled by the illumination of backup generators.

“What in the world…” Myre stared, brow furrowing, at the tiny creatures that were now on the run, and behemoth, white…bear-thing…that had brought them. Was this one of the bonding creatures that Averon had been referring to earlier? It sure seemed like it given the lack of shrieking.

Reid

With the arrival of the food and the ending of the concert, Reid had helped to pick up what wasn’t automated to retreat back into the floor, and was amongst the parties that helped to set up the food for the new candidates. When all was said and done, he was dismissed to go back to watch duty. He could already see Marcus amongst the rest of the candidates but Reid himself had never been so…social. He figured he could do his job if he was less distracted as it was anyway. He supposed it was helpful that he gave off a vibe that, as his sister described it ‘screamed ‘fuck off’ to anyone nearby’. Maybe that was why they hired him and put him on this aspect of duty, to perturb any disillusioned jokers from believing they could pull of some terrible prank. Not that he wasn’t aware that there were plenty of pranksters amongst the current candidate party, but outside influences were certainly…unwelcome, save the invited guests of the Titans that were continuing to converse with them even with the closing of major public events.

Of course, things tend to love going right until they go completely wrong. The storm outside was building, and with it the increased likelihood that something would decided to short cir-….and there it went. Lifting his eyes to the darkened ceiling as the power flickered off, Reid reached to his belt and unclipped a flashlight, clicking it on. It was like trying to illuminate a cave with a match, but at least he could see in his general vicinity and those near to him including the smaller centaur and a few other candidates. “Remain calm, the power will return soon enough.” It was just as he was instructed to say, to reassure those nearest to him but that was about all he had time for with the sudden arrival of some strange beasts. Strange to those who weren’t from Aesulla that is, such a the centaurs.

The flicker of the emergency power brought back the lights and unveiled the arrival of the ‘titan’ Tragendire that was bonded to Terminus’ rider. It also showed that one of them had decided to get the jump on the candidates early…quite literally. But after Polaris sat down the cloth bag she’d been transporting the kits in, more started to spring up and out to find those who they were to belong to, including some of the centaurs. It was probably unnerving, but it was all part of the ceremonies of a hatching. Even in Nondir, they had abided by the propriety of the event with the Royal Dragonhounds, although Vicarous likely hadn’t been too pleased with that. Still, in the videos of the escape, many of them had made it free from the city, and hadn’t appeared to be part of the pursuit.

Clipping his flashlight back to his hip and casually melting back into the role of observer, Reid watched the rest of the events in silence. His eyes kept drifting to the food, but he ignored it and told himself he’d merely eat later when things had calmed down.
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Tag: Teagan, Anviel, Marcus too cause he's like right there yo.

"Yeah we will have to work on it. Heck for all we know the two could get along better than a storm and a book." She nodded a bit as she took another bite of her steak. Selina was almost neutral about having Teagan as a roommate at this point, they were probably going to be too busy doing homework to get on each others nerves anyway. Selina was content to let Teagan talk with Marcus and let them coo over their bear dogs for now. When the other candidate spoke up Selina turned to look at her.

"Well, as someone who used to help her Pa butcher cattle to eat and sell. The meat's not bad actually, I almost wish there was a little more pink to the meat but I aint gonna complain." Selina nodded a bit and leaned back in her chair. "Go ahead and give it a try, little meat never hurt no one...I mean unless they choked on it...or got slapped by it I suppose." She nodded her country showing though as she took another bite of her food. After chewing and swallowing she nodded to the girl "I'm Selina by the way." She introduced herself.



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Minerva
Tag: Braelyn, Aidan

Minerva shook her head as more of the bear cub things sowed up. She turned to look at her friends before kinda shrugging a bit "I am not sure what to make of them to be honest." She said as she moved so she wasn't blocking the two and being all protective. "If they are a problem I am sure someone will deal with it, after all the safety of the people gathered here is a high priority." Minerva nodded.

"I have never had a problem with dogs. I prefer cats though." Minerva nodded, in fact she had a somewhat large cat back in her dorm that was probably getting fur everywhere! That's what cats did after all, they meow and got fur everywhere and Minerva's cat was no different. Part of her did worry that her roommate might be allergic to cats but she felt that would be most unlikely. Besides, they knew she was bringing the feline, why would they pair her up with someone that was allergic to cats?
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On second glance, the elf realized that there were two girls there reaching for steak- not just the one that she saw originally. They didn't seem to mind Anviel's intrusion, however, and she decided to just roll with it. It would give her something to do while waiting for the ceremony to end or for something interesting to happen. She supposed that she could always go home, but then she could miss something. And that weather didn't look very nice outside either.

"Oh, uh, don't worry about the giving me any, I'm not very hungry right now anyways." She replied. Anviel hastily took a step back as a tragendire scrambled onto a nearby man's lap- and apparently his groin. For a moment, she merely glanced in that direction with confusion, and then absolutely lost it, laughing quite more loudly than she'd have liked. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She managed to say.

A moment passed, and she regained her composure, clearing her throat as she once again addressed the two other girls, a blush spreading across the elf's face. When the second person spoke, her choice of language confused Anviel for a moment- she hadn't met anybody that talked like that before. She must be from the country. Of course it would make sense- there were people from so many different backgrounds at the ceremony. She wasn't usually that tired- it must've been getting late.

"Hi Selina, I'm Anviel." She replied, her amusement gone and her anxiousness once again apparent. "You know, kinda like anvil, but kind of with an exaggerated long 'e' sound... Or with just the short 'i' sound after that, I respond to both names really, my parents had poor taste in names, my brother's is pretty much a heavy variation of 'elves'..."

Laughing nervously, she glanced up at the ceiling as if expecting it to fall. Damn, the rain was unnerving. The ceiling was dragonglass, she knew it wouldn't break or even crack, but it just sounded so strange against there.

"It's always nice to know that cattle is pretty fresh and all." Anviel had managed to actually address what had been said instead of rambling on about something, verbally or mentally. "I was asking about the steak because it looks like something served at a resturant near my house... My parents' house, I mean. I remember they always got their beef fresh from the farms. I'm sure the way they cook their steak isn't super unique though, I'm just kinda curious."

The rain kept pouring, with that strange sound of water hitting dragonglass so far ahead. Anviel watched it expectantly, while at the same time grabbing a piece of her hair and beginning to twist it around her finger, then untwist it again.
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"The power didn't frighten me. I'm not afraid," He promised the Titan, though he had already sat back down in his chair to catch his breath. Excitement was nearly as exhausting for him as fear, and he rested one hand against his brow as he tried to push back the beginnings of a splitting headache. This evening had already been too much for him.

"If it's all the same to you, my lady," He asked after a moment, "After this excitement is over, I think it might be best if I retired and see myself to bed." He rubbed a bit at his forehead. Everything was a touch too loud, and he could feel blood pounding behind his temples and eyes. He'd be grateful to retire to somewhere quiet and dark.

He nearly didn't hear Thalron speak, and glanced up at the mention of his name.

"Do what?" He asked, frowning. "Oh. Oh, no. That won't be necessary," He assured the other Titan, hands held out before him. Lysander didn't want to offend, but he'd had quite enough excitement for one evening. Besides, he already had Daisy, and one mouth to feed was quite enough. "Don't fuss over me, please. Why don't you se if you can get one?" He suggested. "You can't know if you'll be able to bond with one if you don't try." He grimaced, and rose slowly to his feet. Daisy was at once on her feet beside him, tail wagging idly as he made a grab for her harness.

"It's been a pleasure to be in your company," He informed those around him, and his voice was tinged with regret, "But I'm starting to feel unwell. I think it might be best if I retire." He glanced to the dragon who had helped him before. "Sir? Would you mind terribly?" It'd be nice not to have to walk back to the entrance, but he didn't want to impose. "If you could just tell me where I'll be staying, I can find my way there myself."


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As the two kits made their bonds, Polaris watched on while she and her mate sat on the sands a ways from the candidates. She seemed to chuff, approving of the choices the kits had made, though she initially worried for the safety of the fire/sound as it leapt upon the back of a centaur. Once she was satisfied that no harm would come to them, Polaris grunted a short rumble and peered into the play pen. Her expression became hard to determine, as she lifted a black and white kit out- It was smaller than the others by a lot, and it didn't even move when she sat it down outside the pen like the other two, but instead of standing, it..well it didn't exactly fall, so much as it sagged down upon the sand. Within the pen, all the kits had stayed far away from it, which wasn't usually a good sign.

The Tragendire group were close enough to the candidates that they could see something was wrong, but far enough away that the kits would have to travel a little to get to them, and thus have time to decide upon a candidate, which made it a little difficult to see exactly what was wrong. The kit made no noise, and quite frankly, moved not an inch. Polaris looked on, then grunted at Soyokaze. The two nosed the kit with worried noises before Polaris chose to bring out a different pair of kits entirely, the male resuming his lookout, while the first kit remained off to the side.

The second kit Polaris chose to bring out was less dead looking and upon being set down on the sands, struck a dignified pose as it looked out at the candidates, but was distracted by the other kit. While it was getting its bearings, Polaris chose to lift a third, or second depending on how you viewed it, kit out, who like the first remained close by. The dignified male shook his coat a little and made some squeaking noises at the gorgeous looking streaked female, his own golden fur shining with its own light. The two of them seemed to decide that the black and white kit needed to move, so they attempted to move it, but it would not budge. They tried to push it, encourage it to stand, and even got behind it to attempt to force it up onto its legs, but it would not or could not move. It didn't even try.

So the two did the next best thing and attempted to lift the unmoving kit by the scruff, moving in tandem, and managed to drag the tiny beasty some distance closer to the candidates, where they plopped it down, in hopes that it would gain some initiative to move. They couldn't exactly pick a person for the smaller kit who somehow weighed more than it should have without actually being fat in its frame. But they did the best they could and got it close enough to people, before they left it there and headed off, fortunately in different directions.



Yggdrasil to Lysander /Thalron

While all this was going on, Yggdrasil and her attendant were still in conversation with Thalron and Lysander, though the Life Titan looked quite amused at Thalron's reaction to the description of what certain words meant. She had to trust that what he said was true- The storm probably was worse than normal because of him, but as he said, she didn't believe the power outage was directly caused by him. She was somewhat tempted to invite Losalka early, but decided perhaps not just yet- given their new standing in the war, it was probably not a great idea for the nature titan to leave iaramira just yet. “Hmm, perhaps later you can look into the cause of the outage with Terminus, he might want the help...” She mused aloud.

The Titan blinked in surprise as Thalron then offered to go get a Tragendire for Lysander, after asking for one himself. “No, you cannot take one, Thalron, nor can you get one for Lysander. If one chose to come up here and bond to him that's one thing, but you cannot just pick one. Besides, they're for the candidates. If you really must have one, you would have to speak to the handlers and see how to purchase a chance to bond to one.” she stated matter-of-factly.

To the disabled human, she crooned softly, “Oh dear, I do hope you'll be all right,” She spoke with deep concern, “Mistoffelees, do be a dear and escort Lysander to suitable quarters within the complex? It is far too deplorable outside to leave now. For tonight he can stay in one of the unused rooms in the royal quarters, tomorrow I'll have Aterrimus assign him a guest room proper, most likely closest to the main learning academic hall..”

The dark satin black and almost tuxedo cat looking dragon bowed, rumbling out a tune akin to a 'yes m'lady' before he held a hand out for Lysander. “I can teleport us there and spare you the walking if you wish it so.” He was momentarilly distracted, though, as he saw the efforts the kits were making to move another kit which did not look at all healthy or even possibly dead as far as he could tell. “Poor little beasties, wonder what's wrong with that one?” Yggdrasil herself could sense that it..probably wasn't dead or dying, maybe, but as for why it was in such a way she could not really tell.

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The albino dragon stretched out a little, making a bit of an uncomfortable sound as she did so before she relaxed and turned to preening at her mate's fur, rather than her own feathers, which might have had some amount of gun powder or other material on them. She was fairly sure this was the last bit of acrobatic display she'd be up to for a while, at least until their eggs were upon the sands. She had been thinking out nest sites, and was fairly set on getting one of the spots against the upper ledges, above the firey zones, but a place not directly on fire, either. She was relatively quiet but rumbled an adorable happy note when Gus mentioned the only one he was watching was her. She wasn't /too/ vain, but it did make her happy to know he was paying attention. She opened one avian eye and peered at the kits, noting that something odd was going on, but aside from feeling a touch worried, she chose to dose a little longer, tucking her head in against Gus' soft fur when she was thourally pleased with how well preened she'd made his fur.

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The first kit, or rather, the first kit to actually move, the beautiful golden furred male, was the last to leave the black and white kit's side. He was beautiful, his fur shone like strands of pure gold, as if spun from the sun herself. Blazes of a deeper golden orange streaked down his sides, edged in an antique gold and white, his muzzle and paws a similar faded gold. His proud mane was a brilliant shade of almost molten gold, and his underbelly was white. He bore proud saber fangs and even a beard under his chin, a long fluffy tail with a silky feathering fur layer about its top. He seemed regal beyond measure, his aqua cerulean eyes looking over the pitiful excuse of a kit who was unwilling to move.

The kit had important things to do, but he felt it was the right thing to do to first help this hapless creature, who wouldn't even help himself. He padded back and forth, silently exchanging what could only be conversation with the forlorn looking mess on the ground, before he padded off and looked at the candidates, pausing here and there, looking at all of them closely, close enough to be touched, but staying just out of their reach if any dared try. He paused in front of a girl who appeared to have been crying recently, he could smell the salt upon her face, but she had other strange smells, chemicals from products in her hair. He shuff-sneezed and flicked his tail, staying just a moment longer before turning and leaving, passing by the rock-star, Faeveron on his way by.

He had paused by her, if only for a moment before briskly passing her and stopping next to the black and white Tragendire again, and chuffed at him. Perhaps he'd been looking at candidates for the poor sap. Having done all he could, the golden creature set off again, heading past other candidates and only paused when he had reached a more protected area for royals and other people of importance. Being a harmless kit, the bodyguards did nothing to stop him as he entered. The kit was regal, dignified, even bearing a royal air to him. Surely he had good breeding behind him, and even possibly preliminary training.

It was probably no shock to anyone when the kit stopped in front of the Prince of Lomira, Zemal, and literally tucked one of his legs in, dropping his front to such a degree and dipping his head in a bow. He spoke not a word but the respect oozed from his every pore, and he shimmered like a dawn star. But he did not stop there. Once he had gotten up, he dipped his head to the Gryphons as well, before turning his eyes to the other man, who was sitting and had likely just been in the middle of some important conversation or another. Unlike previous kits, this one was patient and much more well mannered- Even if he very much looked like he wanted to get into that lap, he waited, dipping his head in greeting. -Such a fine evening it is tonight, the night of our meeting. Maksim, it is a pleasure to finally meet you and introduce myself! I am Mesikämmen, born of the sun, your light when things are darkest, your companion, your warrior. - -If it isn't too much trouble, though, I am quite hungry. Would you be opposed to sharing some of your fine meal with me? I swear I smell a fine, tender roast rabbit around here somewhere...-

He trailed off a little as he smelled the delicious thing, likely one of the items on the large banquet table, where people could take what they pleased. In his first month he had been perhaps a touch spoiled on the finer foods, and had come to enjoy tender rabbit as a favorite meal. He was broken from his current train of thought when he spotted what was likely trouble rushing out of nowhere.




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At the point when the two kits had gone separate ways, the larger kit, a female of quite tall and bulky, but powerful build was making her way back and forth about the candidates much like Mesika' had been, though she seemed to have come to the same conclusion he had. Instead of gently trying to urge the depressing creature up, she had had enough, and rose up on her hind legs for a moment before slamming her powerful front limbs upon the ground. In that moment, sand and earth fused underneath the black and white kit, who suddenly found that it had no choice but to be launched forward, skidding on the sand and rolling head over heels before stopping within five feet of a candidate.

The female felt this was good enough, before she chose to march off herself. She was beautiful to look at, her body shades of browns and golds and whites, oranges and sometimes touches of red. And oh how she was streaked! From head to tail she was covered in glorious markings that made her seem to look like a solar plexus, a stone of the earth. She had a tall mane and a massively fluffy plumed tail, dizzy arrays of markings making it hard to focus upon her. And in amongst her deep base coat, gemlike emerald eyes shimmered out.

She did not at all take her time in slinking in and through the candidates, touching none of them until she came across a group playing cards, and eating their dinner no doubt. She tossed her proud mane and stood, looking the one she chose in the eyes. Perhaps it was because the journyman was small, or shared the same element. Perhaps it was their personalities. Maybe it was all of these things. It could even have been that the Tragendire felt she best represented the bigger side of the tiny Centaur. She was a warrior who would protect, and even lift the little Centaur up one day- if indeed a proper harness could be made, and surely it could be. -Myre! Your Ngoloko is here. No one will ever dare call you small, ever! Not while I'm here to protect you.- The young Tragendire didn't dare try to clamber about Myre- mostly because she couldn't.

Myre might have been a total taller at the head, but the kit was already even at the shoulder. Instead she nosed about the filly's fur and rumbled happily, completely harmless, -I am quite hungry, though...Might there be something for me to eat?- She had tilted her emerald gaze to look at Averon, sniffling at him a bit. She didn't think he was food but he did have a peculiar scent about him that she could detect. Before she got too comfortable though, movement caught her eye and she was again alert- as was every other thusfar bonded kit and the adult Tragendire, and anyone who might have been paying enough attention.



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This event should have been safe. The candidates should have been safe. The prince should have been safe. But somehow, something had happened...And for one prince, it was not safe at all. At some point during the time when candidates were arriving from their rooms to the hatching complex main area for the event, someone had gone missing. How he had been overlooked is anyone's guess, and exactly how a group of candiates from the bad side of town had been allowed near enough to him to steal him away was a massive breach in security. Perhaps the Prince was too trusting, to unused to these kinds of places to know they were dangerous. Or else he had known, but was unable to get away.

At first they had seemed nice, a group of older teens that had signed up and somehow gotten candidacy rights, despite being from the same gang. They had somehow convinced Ahmduer that some special thing for the event was happening around the back where the stables and paddock for horses was. A centaur thing they had explained. Idazon had gotten all the Centaur special shoes here that helped their feet on concrete, so the young Centaur had no idea they were bad people just yet.

Somehow they had convinced the young Prince to show them his horse form, which he was proud of. By then, he realized he was probably late to the event. When he said as much, they laughed. It was then he'd noticed the paddock had been locked, and recognized the smell of the drinks the teens had hidden in clearly mislabled bottles. They were practically drunk! If not,...entirely so, for some of them. The little mustang kept refusing offers to share their beverages, and it was probably lucky no one had really pushed that issue while they smoked and drank, mostly just making him jump things a few times. Then one of them decided to make him try on a saddle, which Ahmduer didn't think was dangerous, and maybe they'd let him go if he did what they wanted. If only they had. Soon enough, ropes were involved, and talk of rodeos. Laughing and discussing how best to tie their mustang- just like real mustangs were, how different could it be for a centaur they wondered!

Ahmduer knew he couldn't exert himself too much, but their need to rope him and make him run was starting to frighten him more than he'd been frightened in a long time. Someone demanded a ride and jumped upon his back. Now, he was indeed tall enough for a person to sit upon him, much like a yearling or two year old horse, but he didn't like it and was not happy, which was what they wanted, but he wasn't exactly bucking. Which is what they wanted. Someone had the dumb idea to try to put a bit on him, something he hadn't seen before, its metal shine unnerving the poor teenager as it was forcefully slipped over his head, despite his return to his natural form. All he could do was tuck his hands under the metal to keep it from getting forced into his mouth, but he wasn't too successful. His face hurt and he was insulted beyond anything he'd ever known before, but even so, his lack of bucking was annoying the teens who were by now smashed, except one or two, one of which seemed to remember what it was that made broncos and bulls the most upset.

That indeed had been the last straw, along with one of the teens commenting that he had a 'sweet mustang ass' that had sent the colt bolting and bucking as the smallest of the teens held on for dear life, laughing as he tried in vain to get them off, places hurting where ropes had rubbed him wrong among other things. One such teen near the fence who was too close behind the cold got a kick square in the face, probably had a cracked skull at that point and dropped like a rock about when the power went out. Ahmduer had tried to make a break for it but it was so dark he couldn't see, his hearts were hurting and he could feel the stress causing his whole body to ache. At last the lights came on and he still couldn't shake the one rider, the boys hooting and hollering and 'ridem cowboy'n'. At last, Ahmduer had spotted something- a stack of wooden crate boxes, two high in one spot and one high next to them. like stairs! he thought and made a break for them, knowing that if he landed wrong, he might not get up at all. The boys had seen it too and the teen upon his back was yanking the reigns and bit with it back, making his face hurt even more, but he had managed to hook his arm around the loop of the reigns and pull it out of the guys hand, more or less. He felt the sting of a make shift whip with the other half of the loop, and the other boys were giving chase now as he hit the crates and sailed over, landing hard on the other side. With much cursing and him stalling a moment from the impact, they had time to grab a couple horses- which did not belong to them at all- and gave chase.

After catching his breath and trying again to throw the kid on him, he bolted. He could hear the ceremonies, the people. He knew the way there but every step of the way was a fight. At long last he burst through one of the back doors, which was luckily open (The Tragendire had used the same entrance) and all the sudden he came crashing through onto the open sands, leaping over some of the earth-zone's rocks and the forest zones logs, spinning, kicking, rearing and screaming like a horse posessed, a sound a human couldn't make but a centaur could. He didn't have much practice upon sand and soon lost his traction, his legs catching wrong, sending him spilling to the ground and rolling over the teen (Who was lucky the ground was sand and not stone). The whooping drunk managed to loop the very long mane around his arm, so even then Ahmduer couldn't get back up and run. The boy was a bit too drunk to realize that this was no longer a secret in the back corner, but out in the open.

The couple others who had not fallen drunk off their horses on the way after Ahmduer burst out after him, but indeed, soon after catching up, fell off themselves, the horses snorting furiously and trotting off indignantly. One horse even showed up with a guy holding onto its tail, looking dazed. A couple of them decided that this was all Ahmduer's fault and pinned the colt down, intent on beating the kid.

This was probably a really, really stupid thing to do. Not only was Ahmduer the prince, and had guards who were supposed to be watching him, he had devoted friends and family, not to mention anyone else here who would surely feel the need to kick someones ass for this, and the wyrmling assistants as well. Things weren't looking so great for the offending party, but neither was it looking good for the mustang either, who had gone a bit still while trying to breathe, his hearts beating painfully hard.

The young Centaur was trying in vain to pry the bit out of his face, managing to do that while holding his hands to his face, legs tucking as he cried. I shouldn't have come here...I wanna go home! his thoughts raced as he laid there, awaiting whatever beating was on its way- one that didn't come because other people probably got there first.

The golden Tragendire was up and alert, thoughts of food forgotten as he growled, -Maksim! We must help! Rally the others if you can!- There wasn't any time to waste, it was go now or find the crushing dishonor of failing to protect the Centaur Prince. Already the thundering hooves of many Centaur, including Idazon, who had tried not to jostle Teagan as he got up fast, calling for the guards, even as he ran headlong into the sudden fray. The other Tragendire kits seemed to follow the unheard call of the solar, or else, chose to make moves to help on their own, all but the black and white kit were trying to get their bondeds to help. Polaris had risen up, with Soyokaze at her side to protect the unbonded kits- Otherwise it would have been short work for either of them against drunkards.
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One moment she had been feeding Katci all the fish she could find on the table, the next chaos broke out and she was fully a part of it. Everyone's eyes had shot to the open door and the colt that had dashed through with the men on his back or close behind. If Katci hadn't felt what was burning through her bonded's mind and quickly reacted by leaping onto her back she would have been left behind as the Lightning centaur reared onto her hind hooves and began her charge of fury towards the sands. Aza couldn't become a full streak of lightning like some dragons could but she could get pretty damned close to the point her form would have been blindingly fuzzy and her mane disappear into chaotic electricity. Thankfully for Katci Aza was wearing the candidate uniform that she could grip while the centaur left a trail of crackling molten glass hoofprints in the sands behind her.

Aza reached the group slightly before the others due to her speed and instantly went for a boy near Ahmduers head, pulling on the bit that had been forced into her brothers mouth. Puffing her body up Katci let out a focused pulse of sound directed only at the boy and making sure to miss Ahmduer, dazing the kid and making him stumble and lose his balance. Eyes blazing pure white energy, her mohawk crackling more than a tesla coil, even her white stripes seemed to be glowing with energy. Aza seemed like a goddess of death as she gripped the back of the boys shirt and hauled him up, putting his face close to hers.

"What have you done?" Her voice seemed nothing like the excited centaur princess most here had seen her as, instead it rolled like deep thunder, terrifying, almost otherworldly. She reached down and gently removed the bit they had shoved in Ahmduers mouth, her hands gentle with her brother became suddenly rough with the offender. She shoved the bit into his mouth, sending jolts of electricity through the metal bit issuing a muffled scream. It wasn't enough to kill him, most likely.

Her whole body was shaking and hardly noticed everyone else around her that had reached Ahmduer shortly after she had. The boy in her hand had passed out and she threw him to the side like a rag doll, focusing on Ahmduer now that the drunkards were being taken care of by others. She fell to her knees and lay down, gently picking up Ahmduer's head and resting in her lap, tears starting to flow from her eyes, the glow beginning to fade.

"Ahmy. Ahmy I'm here. Say something Ahmy. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you. I should never have left your side. Please say something Ahmy." Her voice held none of the thunder it had just a second ago and instead sounded broken and fragile as she stroked his hair, picking off the binding ropes that she could reach around his head and torso her body shaking with undiluted fury and remorse. Katci sat near them both, her eyes flicking between anyone near by intent on protecting them both if any of the drunks got free and decided to take a shot at the Prince again. Her body seemed to pulse with the golden rings and heat flowed out from her as a warning. She may still be young but the Trangendire could still do massive damage to any that would harm her bonded her her bondeds loved ones.
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The commotion was more than enough to draw Teagan's attention away from the three new tragendire that had been released to bond. Ida had never answered her about what was bothering him, but turning to look and see, as well as being slightly jostled was enough to give her a clue as to what had happened. Ahmduer was in trouble, and from the looks of it-she knew each and every one of the little shits responsible. There was no time to waste as she hefted Oreius on to the buffet table without an ounce of concern as to whether or not his presence woul spell doom for the rest of the buffet's offerings. She would get flack for it later. Much like she expected Ida to scold her later as she made use of a chair to help vault onto his quickly disappearing backside. She'd get there much faster than simply running into the fray herself, though this was not exactly the barebacking either likely had in mind.

It was a surprise then as Teagan got herself situated, that roiling black coils of shadowy...something coalesced upon Ida's back before slowly reforming into the tragendire kit she had only moments ago left behind, his bright striped markings flashing in excitement as his saber fangs seemed to click neatly into place, all electric bristles, a tiny ball of a fuzzy danger. -To battle, we are called! Oreius will enter the fray with you, Teagan!-
Well, she wasn't going to argue with that at all, but for the moment she was busy holding onto Ida's uniform while taking off her belt, with one hand-one of many talents best left unexplained as she discarded the leather for the cover over the belt buckle. The flat piece of metal was useful for more than just keeping her clothes on. Up ahead it seemed that one of the centaurs had already reached the commotion and the damage she caused with the bit was both effective and cruel; much better than anything the miscreants deserved. But there were still more of them.

Sand and shards of newly formed glass littered the newly christened battle ground as Teagan all but vaulted from Idazon's back in reckless tackle upon one of the candidates near Ahmduer's legs that sent them both tumbling in the sand. Momentum was thankfully on her side as she pinned the bastard in the dirt with both knees. One hand gripping the collar of his grubby shirt before she began to wale upon his face with all the savagery one picked upon the streets in Nondir. It was not pretty, and it was not trained as each weighted blow connected with a painful crack. Her anger manifested visibly, first as a minor heat shimmer before flames began to lick from both hands, burning with every punch as her fingertips singed through the grip she had on his lapels. If only she'd had the sense to this sooner, when the teasing first started, perhaps it would have made a difference to someone then. As it was, the beating wouldn't stop, not until she was pulled off like a dug in tick.

Oreius, tumbled to the sands as well, though found himself unable to shock and maul the man that his bonded had gone after without causing undue injury, but the tragendire would not remain idle for long as he too, found prey and leapt upon them with all the tiny fury that a two and a half foot tall kit could muster-with claws, saber fangs, and a wealth of lightning-that was quite a bit as neon fangs sank heartily into belligerent flesh with an explosive zap, the smallest kit that had bonded thus far dragged his victim from the fray to keep him from latching onto the young centaur once again before resuming the mauling.
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The commotion soon drew the large shire centaur's attention. She frowned as she cracked her neck and let out a snort of steam "Excuse me ladies." She said and began to cut through the crowd towards Azarahl and Ahmdeur. As she did she prepared to crack a few skulls if need be, no one harmed one of her people while she was about. As she got closer to the group she let out another snort as steam. With the crowd like it was Minerva couldn't charge properly, it ran too much risk of trampling an innocent party. More people seemed to be coming to help as well thankfully. Minerva finally reached the group and leaned down grab one of the offenders and yank them off of Ahmdeur.

"You picked the wrong time to be an idiot." She said to the young man before she tossed him to the side and then began to stamp her heavy powerful hooves near him to try and get the drunk to run. After all nothing would suck more than one of Minerva's hooves coming down on any part of your body nice and hard. The young man backpedaled as quickly as he could to avoid the steam spewing hooves. Before long though Minerva got him good and slammed her hoof down on the man's hand before turning to leave him to suffer with what was by now a broken hand, if not worse.

Minerva than helped subdue the last of the assailants after probably doing something that would get her removed from the candidate program. The large taur did not take kindly to people attacking other centaur's taking advantage of her people would only result in her breaking parts of the offender in question. They were lucky she had to leave her axe at home. She stamped one steam covered hoof and seemed to dare anyone to try and do something they would regret. Minerva had a family name to uphold after all, her family was known for being defenders of their people.
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“The— What? My lady,” he protested breathlessly, and perhaps predictably by this point. “That won’t be necessary. I’d be just as happy wherever you can find me a bed. I assure you, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gone somewhere unconventional to rest my head.”

Although greatly appreciated, all this fussing on his behalf was overwhelming. Lysander was used to taking care of himself, and he considered himself to be quite good at it. He might not be able to get up and around as easily as other people, but he managed. It was easier with Daisy, who was strong enough (and bless her, patient enough) to allow him to use her as a boost up from where he sat. She fetched whatever he was too tired to grab himself, and they made a very good team.

And while all of this jumping to help him was flattering (and a bit humbling; The fact that Yggdrasil, the Lady of Light, was worried about him was enough to bring heat to his face), he hoped that they weren’t doing so just because they felt sorry for him. He didn’t, after all, feel very sorry for himself. Today was just an example of how perfect his life could be. Never in a thousand years did he think he’d be sitting so close to his Lady, and he certainly didn’t think he’d ever be in the company of such fine dragons. It had been the best evening of his life, and he was content to let it rest fresh in his mind when he went to bed.

He was ready to go with Mistoffelees when a commotion began near the Candidates. He’d missed the bonding of the young Tragendire, but it was impossible to miss the horrible, equine screaming and roaring from below. He took in his breath sharply; He was worried not only for the centaur, but also the poor little Tragendire who had yet to move from its spot on the ground. What if it got hurt?

“Oh!” He worried, hands wringing. He could feel Daisy pressing against her legs, her tail tucked between her own. The commotion was beginning to frighten her. “Can’t we do something?” He looked back over his shoulder at the others. “Someone is going to get hurt!”


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"I know what a Tragendire is," Maksim shot back at his friend a bit too quickly. The power flickering off had startled him, and he had to slowly will his fingers to release their grip on the edge of his seat. Had Zemal seen that he'd startled, and was trying to play it off by talking about the Tragendire instead? Should Maksim laugh it off? Had he sounded angry when he'd--? He cast a quick, calculating glance to where Zemal sat. He was probably blowing this up from nothing, wasn't he? Maksim had a tendency to do that, especially where his pride was concerned. He knew his own flaws, but he hadn't wanted to flaunt them in front of Zemal.

"I mean," He began after, as he watched the kits slowly emerge from their playpen and pair off, "I know of them. I've never seen one before." He'd seen pictures, but they didn't really do the real, live things justice. The Titan male was enormous and impressive, and his jaws certainly looked strong enough to bite through dragon bone (which was the popular rumor). The kits were less terrifying, all bumbling balls of fur and little claws which clicked and clacked their way through the Canddiates.

"Why give them to Candidates?" He asked as he watched a steely blue kit jump into a boy's lap. He grimaced; That landing looked painful. "What if the dragons and the Tragendires don't get along? That sounds like a recipe for disaster." He leaned forward to watch the kits' progress with genuine curiosity regardless, and then looked back at Zemal with a grin. "You'll get one for sure. Then you can have a Gryphon on one side, and a Tragendire on the other."
He was kidding. Mostly. Zemal did seem to have the better luck of the two, and frankly, Maksim wouldn't be surprised if the prince walked away with one tonight.

His suspicions appeared to be confirmed as one of the kits, an impressive looking, gold-furred male, made his way to where he and Zemal had been sitting. Maksim had been watching this fellow for a while as he struggled to help his sickly (or sickly looking, at least) littermate. Maksim braced himself as the youngster ambled— No, that wasn’t the right word. He wasn’t ambling. He was— Parading? No, that didn’t fit, either. Maybe—

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” He muttered to himself, torn between amusement and total exasperation as the kit bowed to his friend. Gross. Maybe this kit didn’t know that Zemal used to be a nose picker, but he’d be happy to divulge that to the rest of those gathered if it meant that they’d stop treating him like some sort of— Wait. He frowned as the Tragendire turned to him, in turn, and he felt a strange prickling across his thoughts.

-Such a fine evening it is tonight, the night of our meeting. Maksim, it is a pleasure to finally meet you and introduce myself! I am Mesikämmen, born of the sun, your light when things are darkest, your companion, your warrior. - -If it isn't too much trouble, though, I am quite hungry. Would you be opposed to sharing some of your fine meal with me? I swear I smell a fine, tender roast rabbit around here somewhere...-

What?

Maksim immediately looked up at his friend, as if demanding that Zemal explain just what was going on here. His head was throbbing, and he wasn't naive enough to wonder what had just happened. Maksim's only question was why, followed quickly by why me?. Zemal was standing right there, and he was no doubt the better option.

The gentle tap of a paw against his leg made him glance back down to the kit on the floor. The Solar was barely controlling his wiggling, and Maksim couldn't tell if he was just excited to eat, or wanted to leap up into his lap. After he'd seen the way that silver-blue brother of his had nearly made a eunuch of his new partner, Maksim wasn't very eager to try the latter. Still, he didn't want to discourage, and awkwardly reached his hands down. Did Tragendire like to be lifted?

Have no worries, I can reach you from here! Are you upset with me, Maksim? The Tragendire tilted his head to one side, and lowered his paw back to the ground.

"No!" Maksim responded at once, both eyebrows lifted. "I'm not upset!" He did sound upset, he realized. That was probably confusing. He hastened to clarify. "I'm just not sure what's going on."

Never worry, Maksim. We will figure this puzzle together. Mesikämmen replied with firm certainty, and he sounded so sure of himself that Maksim believed him. What could hope to stand before them? When he rested his hand on Mesikämmen's head, he felt... Refreshed. Powerful. Ready to take on the day. It was easy, he found, to get lost in his Tragendire's quiet confidence. Everything was going to be alright. Everything was going to be alright. Requiring little assistance, Masikämmen leapt up into Maksim’s lap, front paws on the table as he patiently waited to be fed. And Maksim couldn’t quite help but throw a smug grin in Zemal’s direction.

“Unwort— Oww!” His playful taunt quickly turned into a yelp of pain as Masikämmen twisted on his lap, claws digging into his thighs as the Tragendire watched the commotion brewing down below. His little body was stiff with anticipation, and despite his small size, Maksim had no doubts that he was considering vaulting himself in to the fray. “Hey, wait—!”

-Maksim! We must help! Rally the others if you can!- Masikämmen growled as he launched himself forward off of Maksim’s lap, the young opera singer barely muffling a cry of pain as he did so. Help? In what way?

He wasn’t sure if it was adrenaline fueling him or something else, but whatever it was, it drove him to turn and grab Zemal by the collar. “We have to help!” He insisted, voice perhaps a touch louder than it needed to be considering their closeness. “Come on, get your— I mean, Get Ramahendra— Fuck it, both of you, whoever you are— We need to go! All of you!” He cried to the others seated nearby, even as he vaulted forward, stumbling just a bit as he did so. "Don't just sit there and gawk, let's go!"

Masikämmen was much more graceful with his charge than Maksim. He galloped forward, saber fangs bared, and it took all Maksim had to keep up with him. The Tragendire took one of the offenders by the leg, and quickly pulled him down, yelling in panic, onto the floor. Alone, the Tragendire was not heavy enough to pin the boy completely, but Maksim's added weight helped keep the struggling teenager still.

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"Whoah!"

Meeting both a gryphon and seeing the Tragendires up close was more than Rhoan could stand. Excitement riddled through her body, and it was almost enough for her to jump up and dance, despite her leg. She continued to be cordial with the gryphon, but the young beast master was enthralled with both his species and the newest bear like creatures. With a pang at her heart, she realized that none of these magnificent creatures would bond with her on this night, but it was probably better this way. She had many small creatures, Icarus included, that would look like a tasty snack to the untrained Tragendire. "I wish Ahm was here to see this. I dunno what's taking him so long."

Her eyes peered the crowd, and as she did so, Rui became rigid. His eyes focused in on the distance, and his hand was placed sternly on Rhoan's shoulder. It seemed as though he could sense something, and perhaps had been warned by his other half, but whatever it was, he knew it was going to get a surge of emotion from Rhoan. "Why are you being so weird, Rui? You're kinda hurting me..." She trailed off, pawing at his hand to free itself from her shoulder. But, her attention was drawn to the door the Tragendires had entered. A Centaur burst through, and it took merely a second for Rhoan to realize it was Ahm. Her heart sank and a ferocious snarl rose from her lips when she noticed all that was going on. The bit, saddle... everything. Rui's hand was easily shoved off as she lept to the side, quickly situating herself on Zulra's back. The dragonhound let out a snarl and charged forward. Jumping over half of a table, Rhoan and Zulra raced to where Ahm was, her eyes pinpointing on the boys who had heckled her best friend. At this point, her orders of being cordial, ladylike and a good representative of the Crystal City was gone from her mind. Her heart raced and blood pumped in her ears as she raced to help her friend.

"You leave him alone! Touch him and I'll rip you apart!"

The sweet, little girl that many believed her to be was gone now. All would see the wrath of Rhoan Xavia, the littlest beast master. Zulra skidded to a stop, and Rhoan avoided Ahm's sister and grabbed the nearest heckler she can. He stood a few feet over her, but she used her metal leg to bring him down to her level. Jumping off of Zulra's back with intense combat practice seemed to help too. Rage burned in her eyes, and she reared back her hand to smash it into his face with no remorse. "How dare you!" Zulra placed a paw on the boy's back, keeping him there while Rhoan jumped into the sands to check on Ahm. The dragonhound grabbed one boy by the seat of his pants in her teeth and held him there, repelled in the air. A few others had risen to the occasion, but Rhoan prided herself on showing the boys what for. Princess shit aside. "Ahm, please... are you okay? You're my best friend, please be okay..." Struggling to stand up, she realized she'd lost her leg sometime in the fray between beating up the boy and checking on her friend. Her nub was exposed, gnarled and scarred. Reaching for the glimmering leg in the sands, she grabbed it and sized up one of the boys before chucking her metal appendage a few feet away from her to peg him in the back of the head. She couldn't get up now, but at least she'd helped just a little bit more. The leg fell into the sands and sat still, until someone chose to move it. She could already feel Rui's disapproving look, but she could also feel his sympathy as he closed in. Not ready to face him nor leave Ahm's side, she just scrambled beside Aza, who she was familiar and friendly with, to hug Ahm's neck and weep into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't stay with you, I should've broken the rules and snuck in or something... Ahm, i'm so sorry... Please don't hate me... I promise I'll never leave your side again, and nobody is gonna mess with you ad you'll enjoy it here and you'll meet a dragon and make friends that aren't *sniff* these guys... and you'll like mister Aterrimus and Nienna and whatever other teacher there is and it's really pretty here and *sob* I'm sorry!" She felt responsible, helping him become a candidate. The littlest tiger was far too angry to do anything else but grit her teeth and try to hide her tears. The rest of her crew, including Rui, had arrived, and the dragon was doing his best to calm his rider while Ruya tried to sooth Ahm with sweet thoughts in his mind. Rui was crouched behind her, planting his hands on her shoulders so she didn't beat the shit out of any other boys.
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Rurik listened carefully, nodding. Even with her explanation, the usage of the simple sentence still eluded him. But he seemed content with the explanation, and then shrugged when she seemed to say it again in regards to the new titan. He hadn’t gotten to meet him, nor had he even known he was around till the huge fight in Nondir...well, then, nobody else had until the fight. sort of the point of having been a mystery. Her response about food went over his head, despite having grown up with so little in Nondir. “I uhh, I hope you don’t either. Though, I’m used to being hungry all the time, so….” He trailed off, shrugging.

Though, it looked like they weren’t done. After the concert, another was introduced. He recognized the air breifly, and he paused. He nodded to Aralyn, and tried to get closer to the dragon. Candidate lessons. This was why he was here. So he could learn--hopefully bond. If he didn’t bond...well. he would deal with that when the time came. For once, the Fidgeting candidate stood still.

Or rather, it wasn't a lesson, but a basic gist of how the lessons would go. The basics of nesting care. Instructions for the touching ceremony. He listened, and it took a moment for him to realize that it would be silly for them to all have the lessons here at once. This was just the game plan. Tonight was a night of feasting. Of partying.

Not that he was entirely feeling up to 'partying.' He didn't truly know anyone proper, outside of his sister. Aralyn had been nice to come and interact with him, and while he didn't know her very much, he hoped that they could become fast friends. She didn't seem to care that they were basically strangers, easily putting up with him; and answering his questions without seeming to be annoyed at how...simple minded he seemed to be.

He turned to Aralyn when the air responded that some would find out sooner….“What does he mean, sooner?” It seemed like others had the same question, but none bothered to answer and soon things started to delve into feast. He started to fidget, wondering briefly where his sister had gone too. What had she thought of the lesson? Perhaps she could recap for him.

And then things started happening. A pup or something--- showed up--and it was the first glance of his sister that he had had of her throughout the whole event, and this…pup? the word Tragendire reached his ears and he wondered what that could be, or well, he was looking at one. Perhaps his sister would introduce them at some point. More showed up, choosing candidates as their own and it took a moment for him to realize. That was what the dragon had meant.

He looked down at himself. He was dressed in his uniform, cleanly pressed, and fitted to his size. New shoes for his feet (Which were nice--he hated having holes in his shoes), and even pockets were in the pants. Easy to hide simple things for him to fiddle with when he got too antsy. His hair had even been tamed to the best of his ability, but he still felt like he stood out. That everyone could look at him and tell that he...well, was different.

He shook his head. He would prove his worth. He would do his best in lessons, and hopefully someone or something would choose him to bond too--if not tonight (as that was what looked to be going on) Or in the future. It could take a while, but he would be steadfast. At least his sister had something, that was good. Something to take care of her. Perhaps then, she could look more to herself than him. He could take care of himself--or at least, he could learn too. He might be accident prone, and oblivious as he was to the rest of the turn of events. Confusion littered his expression when people started to yell to arms. What, they were going to have to fight now? What was going on? First the...the tragenthings started showing up and now there was a call to arms.

“What...what’s going on now? Are they not supposed to bond to those puppies or is...someone else is under attack aren’t they. What.” He stared at his food, completely at a loss of what to do. He couldn’t fight, not really. He had a concept, but with so many leaping to the rescue already, the tragendires, their bondeds and other dragons, he felt completely at a loss. He decided that staying out of the way would be the better option, so that they weren’t tripping over him as others rushed to the rescue. He did hope that they had gotten to the one in need in time…Of course, it was a fight. It looked like someone, no people had started to pick a fight or bully with one of the centuars--the prince..? and now things were escalating and he would definitely be in the way.
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He wasn't sure what to make of the little tragendire kit approaching them. It did so slowly, cautiously, almost as if it was aware of the fact that Basajaun wasn't certain about its intentions. But come forward it did, focusing more on Azarahl than him. When the little creature leapt the massive centaur gave a single stomp of one hoof, but then it--she--was curling up on Aza, who was cooing and all but prancing with delight. So. They had bonded.

Hm. Very well then. The little one was not intent on hurting the princess and seemed to bring her much joy. This was acceptable, and more than that, there was nothing Basa could do to change what had just happened. Better to simply let it be than to make a fuss out of something beyond his control.

It was a shame that the same could not be said of what was about to happen next.

The sudden commotion startled him briefly, but once he saw what was happening there was no question what Basa intended to do about it. Azarahl was faster off the mark than he was, and given his size it took him several long strides to build up speed, but once he got going anyone with half a brain was quick to dive out of his way. It was something of a miracle that no one was trampled as Basajaun steamrolled his way toward Ahmduer. The young centaur prince was soon surrounded and his assailants driven away from him, but if they thought they were going to get away with their crime they had another thing coming.

One of the remaining thugs was bolting for the door as fast as his inebriated legs were able to carry him. Anyone who cared enough to pay attention to him likely heard the moment when he realized there was a giant angry centaur chasing him; he began shrieking at the top of his lungs, blubbering and crying but valiantly still trying to outpace Basajaun. It was a fruitless endeavor, for the dappled stallion caught up with him all too quickly before reaching down to bodily snatch the fleeing bastard by the back of his neck. Basa skidded to a halt that left him half-reared on his hind legs, the young man still clutched in one hefty fist, still wailing as he pissed himself in fear.

"How DARE you!" the centaur bellowed accusingly, giving the human a rough shake before tossing him away as if disgusted by his very presence. The thug hit the ground hard enough to cut him off mid-scream as the breath was driven from his body--and given the distance he'd been thrown it was also possible he had some fractured ribs and possibly a broken arm. Wisely he did not move again, though it was possible he had also been knocked unconscious.

There was a sound from the doorway. Basa turned in time to see another hooligan frozen there with wide eyes, but before he could run or the centaur charged, a brightly hued form suddenly dived from the air and snatched him off of his feet.

Zemal and Ramahendra; tag Maksim, Aza, Rhoan

The crowned Prince of Lomira watched the young tragendire approaching him with some trepidation. It wasn't that he disliked the beasts, or even that one kit in particular. That was not at all the case, for he was a handsome fellow indeed. Zemal already had Ramahendra to deal with, however, and if he managed to bond a dragon at this hatching, well... trying to raise both a tragendire kit and a hatchling dragon was no easy feat, to be sure.

Thankfully, it seemed as though the young pup was not interested in him. Zemal heard Maksim's mutterings and wasn't able to quell a faint smile, one directed both at the tragendire before him and at the irony of the situation. Being bonded once before meant that the Prince knew the feeling of becoming attached, and in spite of what almost looked like the kit bonding to him... it wasn't. The feeling never came, and he was relieved for more than one reason as he turned a vaguely smug grin on Maksim.

His friend never knew what hit him.

The amusement and time for learning more about Mesik was short lived, however. A sudden ruckus from across the sands drew his attention, both Ramahendra and Zemal on their feet on a moment's notice. Maksim hardly needed to throw in his encouragement, for the pair were hot on his heels--or at least Zemal was. Ramahendra deftly took to the air and winged his way over, sharp eyes on the lookout for any strays. He just so happened to catch one as the fool staggered drunkenly through the door, snatching him up like so much prey and trying not to take an inadvertent amount of glee from his shrill, panicked cries.

Zemal's focus was on the fallen centaur Prince. Being a Life elemental, he briefly wondered if he might be able to aid Ahmduer--but what if he just made things worse? He'd only been training for the last few years and surely this was a poor time to test his skills and accidentally cause more harm than good. At present the mustang centaur was being held by two differnt people; his sister, Azarahl, and the young Princess of Etharius, Rhoan.

"Help is on the way," he told them both as he crouched nearby. Zemal wanted to check on Ahmduer but getting close to the young centaur right now seemed like a bad idea if the electrocuted young man lying not far away was any indication. "I am Zemal, and I have some ability with the element of Life. May I check on him?"

Marcus; tag Teagan, Aterrimus, Terminus

Was it really too much to ask that the introductory ceremony go off without a hitch? The power outage was something recoverable, but this? Marcus barely had time to see much beyond the young centaur prince being chased across the sands by some drunken idiot assholes before all hell broke loose. Idazon nearly exploded from his seat, shaking the table in the process, and he briefly noted that Teagan hopped up on the centaur's back without blinking before he was on his feet and pelting toward the commotion.

Military training was not enough for him to keep up with the centaurs, and by the time he arrived most of the attackers were already in hand, being chased down, or... well, probably dead. Agrius pounced on the thug that Rhoan had pegged with her false leg as he tried to crawl away, jaws clamping down on the man's forearm hard enough to make him scream. The one jittering on the ground from leftover electrical shocks didn't look so good, and Teagan was--

"We need a medic!" he barked into the comm unit clipped to the collar of his shirt even as he darted toward Teagan and her unfortunate victim. Chances were that he had screamed once or twice, but now his face was vividly red and covered in blisters that were starting to rupture and blacken as they broke. The redness, well, it was difficult to tell what was blood and what had been burned at this point, and while he understood the instinct Marcus wasn't too keen on having multiple (ex)candidates die in a single night and was Teagan's shirt on fire?

"Hey--HEY!" Marcus reached out to grab her by the shoulders and immediately jerked his hands away with a startled cry. She was hot, enough that he was able to feel it quite pointedly through her clothes and yeah that definitely explained the burns. With a thought he disabled the sensory input on his cybernetic arm and grabbed Teagan again, trying to forcibly pull her off of her victim. "That's enough, he's done!"
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His question was left unanswered which unsettled the elf a little. Nothing seemed to be wrong though as everyone continued to go along with the ceremony but that didn't help his nerves right now. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw two more tragendire kits make their way to their intended bonded. The bright orange one drew his attention for a moment. Hey, it was his favorite color after all. Just how many kits are there he wondered.

How many do you think they have in the carriers? He signed the words as he spoke. There was no answer though since the peace was shattered again with the sudden shouts and noise going on at the other entrance. Nox whipped his head towards the commotion and his jaw went slack in utter shock. There was a flipping person on Ahmduer's back! His chair went flying back as Nox knocked it back nearly tripping himself to run over to help his roommate. Ahmdeur's sister beats him to the punch though. Four legs most defiantly better than two at this point. Avenging Angel is the only thing flying though the elf's mind as he saw her charge while he sprinted to the scene.

Nox has never had any violent thoughts till this point, but when he spotted the bit and ill fitted saddle on his friend...Violent thoughts later friend needed help ten minutes ago. Nox cupped his hands around his mouth and called out using a touch of his sound magic to throw his voice to the end of the room with out screaming in the current commotion around them. There is already enough screaming and yelling going around already. Someone was even on fire for crying out loud.

We need a Doctor over here! Front of the entrance! The elf whipped back to where his friend laid with two more centaurs hovering over him. He got on his knees, that saddle was still strapped on his friend's back. It had to come off, it was not right. At the risk of being fried by Azarahl or stomped by Rhoan, Nox reached over to undo all the buckles on the saddle. Can someone help me get slide thing off him? I can't lift him.
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It had all happened so fast. Two more kits were released from the cloth playpen and dashed off to their respective chosen companions. One such little beast ambled happily over to Aza and Brie gave a sort of approving nod, bells tinkling softly at the motion. Seeing the massive pair upon the dais was enough to make her nervous; the creatures back home were far more wild and much less inclined to be so good natured. Bonding beasts such as these were unfamiliar and she suspected by far that she had nothing to worry about in that regard, which was not an unwelcome consideration. Taking care of kits as well as learning to raise a hatchling-if bonding occured at all-would be enough to worry about with a tiny little murder machine front and center. Still, they did have a bit of a cute factor, once one got around the massive claws and the saber-like fangs. She settled in more comfortably between her friends, favoring neither as she watched the proceedings as three more were let loose.

Well, two more. One of them seemed for all intents and purposes to be nearly dead; regardless of the efforts of his littermates to try and convince it to search for someone special. It was a sad spectacle on all accounts and the little ice horse couldn't help but feel sorry for it the longer she watched it try and merge with the ground. Hopefully, whatever ailment it seemed to have did not afflict the others. Ruminations on the beast's wellbeing were cut short as a distinctly equine scream pierced the air as the little mustang form of Ahmduer burst through one of the back entrances, covered in depraved drunkards as he crashed into the sand. Before she could rise to her own hooves, Aza, Minerva, Idazon and Basa had already taken off and there was little room left for the smaller centaur and dashing into the fray was likely to be more of a hindrance than a help. She stayed put, keeping a hand on Aidan as she watched with increasing anger at the events unfolding further ahead.

Teagan, tag Marcus

Of all the perpetrators that she could possibly have tangled with, this one just had the luck of the draw. She knew them, most of them. All people she worked with when not studying. Not one of them civil. How they had gotten through the training, she didn't know, didn't want to know; didn't want to care. All she could hear besides the blood roaring in her ears was the sound of her fist repeatedly connecting with his face, sodden mess of flesh and blood and burnt nothingness as her fists blazed. She could feel the heat now-something was on fire-probably her; it usually was. But she couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to, not when this angry or riled up. The metal gripped in her palm began to warp and buckle. It was hot, and it hurt, but the blows were cathartic and they wouldn't stop coming; not until she broke something besides the other candidate's face.

"Hey--HEY!"

Hands gripped Teagan's shoulders, but pulled away smartly. Her element had a mind of its own even on a good day. She couldn't recall the last time it had manifested so violently and frankly, she didn't care. It suited her needs for the moment, somewhere between righteous anger and murderous intent. She shrugged them off with furious growl before moving to resume the thug's well deserved beating of a life time. The broken, blackened, and blistered mass that used to be a face gave a sickening lurch and gurgled blood and teeth, but before she could strike again, there was a strong hand gripping her arm that seemed all together unaffected by the heat. It succeeded in pulling her off the bastard the same one that had not long ago commented about finer qualities of equine physiology in a totally inappropriate fashion. If he or any of the others had done half of what she could imagine it'd be all too much. Heat tinged her vision, nevermind the blinding anger that came with such brawls. It wasn't wise to pull her away and she was still raring for a fight.

"That's enough, he's done!"

She didn't see who it was that had pulled her away, at least not until after she let her fist fly. If one had sense they wouldn't try to separate a dog from a bone-they were likely to get bit. Like some damned crocodilian death roll, Teagan had managed to turn about in the smoldering sleeves of her candidate uniform to land the blow to Marcus' face. It was not the best of strikes, by any means; hard, fast, and not at all at a proper angle from the struggle. Teagan felt the pop of snapping bones seconds before she heard it as her fingers snapped open to drop the warped piece of metal she'd used as a grip enhancer, her vision filled with stars from the pain. It would only get worse in time. Burning and cursing, There was little left that she could do aside from linger where she was in Marcus' grip. By the end of the night she'd be either in prison, or worse-on the way back to Nondir; such was the revelation that she'd assaulted one of the hatching assistants.
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Myre was slowly savoring the meal that she’d been given, enjoying the small hints and tastes of home. It wasn’t quite the same, but then again only so much could be done given the fact that this location was anything but the plains on which she had been born and raised. It was strange to think that such fares offered a pang of homesickness, the last thing she would have expected. She was here, experiencing adventure and all sorts of action and new things. She had never expected that she would even make it this far, and yet, by some miracle of the Celestial she had. She helped herself to another heaping spoonful of what seemed very much to be a twice baked potato. Her eyes wandered to the next batch of kits that Polaris drew from their ‘crib’ though her eyes softened in worry and sympathy at the sight of the limp and unstable black and white pup. She wondered what was wrong with it, but there was nothing she would be able to do. Perhaps someone here with Life element would be able to assist if all the excitement proved too much for the tired creature. Her eyes shifted to Yggdrasil momentarily before back to Polaris as more pups were piled up.

The first was a handsome male. He shone like the hot summer sun, a blaring charge of fire and solar rays that was ensnared upon his coat. He brought himself proudly to one of the male candidates whose name she had yet to learn. The next Tragendire came with a mighty show of force. For the limp kit she had no sympathy, and displayed a prowess of earth powers that matched Myre’s own, sending him skidding towards a candidate and then leaving them. Myre straightened, stamping a hoof in surprise at the rough actions, but the green eyed, marbled Tragendire showed no signs of remorse. She was as tough and implacable as the stone she appeared to be formed from. She was graceful in her structure. Myre couldn’t help but admire her, perhaps feeling a sudden kinship to this creature who was so much like her with her abilities.

Perhaps kinship was more than what she was feeling, as the Tragendire called to her, her voice chiming into her head. Myre! Your Ngoloko is here. No one will ever dare call you small, ever! Not while I'm here to protect you.

Myre could have laughed aloud in delight. She had been certain that she would be left watching the events, but now she had become a part of them in truth. This Tragendire had chosen her, and she would protect her and though she would certainly grow large, she would have no one around to call her small without facing the repercussions. The young filly was practically glowing at the thought.

Ngoloko was quick to jar her from her reveries however. I am quite hungry, though...Might there be something for me to eat?

“Oh! Food, yes of course!” Myre fumbled momentarily, trying to figure out what Tragendires would like to eat. She looked like a bear but that certainly didn’t mean that she would eat like one did it? “Uh…what do you like to eat?” Myre finally decided to ask, swallowing her pride. The last thing she wanted to do was making a heaping plate of something and then watch the kit turn her nose up at it.

She needn’t have worried however. Oh I'm sure anything you choose will be fine. I trust your judgment on this matter. The Tragendire sat beside her, long bottlebrush tail sweeping sand in vast waves as it swished to and fro. The warm weight of Ngoloko’s body pressed against one of Myre’s hocks as the Tragendire waited.

Hustling, for she could feel a pang of the kit’s hunger in the recesses of her mind (and what a strange sensation that was! Sharing her mind with another!), she lifted the plate of beef that she had been provided and placed it on the ground near Ngoloko. “I hope that suits your tastes. And I’m sorry you have to eat on the floor. I’m kind of…not a chair…creature…” She looked apologetically at her horsey hind limbs and then at the rest of the human and elven candidates who had seats that they were sharing with their newly bonded.

Oh please, Myre! I am of the Earth and Sand. If I ever had a problem with the ground then it would be a terrible day indeed! The Tragendire teased, digging into the food she’d been given. Myre watched with some relief as Ngoloko appeared to enjoy the beef and wasn’t intending on snubbing it at all. She was just beginning to relax when something else happened.

Aesulla was beginning to look quite unsafe, what with the lapse in power that had made the adults nervous, the massive storm outside, and now this. At the commotion across the sand, Myre could only stare dumbfounded for a moment, in complete shock at the atrocity of what she was seeing happening to her herd’s young prince. The shock however, was shortly lived and was replaced by a deep seated rage. Ears pricked, Ngoloko turned and looked, her lips starting to raise in a snarl. The Centaurs were stampeding, on their way to help the prince. To Myre’s surprise and grim satisfaction, many humans and elves were also coming to their aid to rid the young candidate of the unfortunate youth and of the….equipment….that had been thrust upon him.

“Out of the way, out of the way!” Myre yelled at some of the candidates as she galloped across the sand and various terrains, dodging over and around obstacles and other warm bodies. Those who didn’t get out of her way fast enough suffered hairs-breadth snaps from Ngoloko as incentive to move faster. On the sand, the Tragendire moved efficiently and smoothly, her young muscles working to propel her in even stride with her equine handler. Someday she would be even faster, but Myre felt no fear that the female would ever leave her behind.

The curse of short legs and slow reaction time was that she arrived after many others had begun to crowd around. Already someone had a hold of the young fool, and others were attempting to assist Ahmduer including his sister. An elf was hovering at his side, calling for help in lifting him to remove the harnesses that had been cruelly laid across his back and haunches. “Move, I can help!” She called, needing room as she came to Nox’s side. Her powers came at her beck and call, thanks to the formation of the hatching sands, stones were in plentiful supply, and came silently sliding beneath the sand to provide a stable cushion to push the flanks of Ahmduer gently up. “We have to dig this out, help me.” She told Nox, dropping down onto the knees of her front legs and beginning to scoop at some of the sand so they could get to the buckles.

Ngoloko joined her, getting to work. The Earth/Sand Tragendire’s paws were clearly built for digging. Wide and large, they would be the size of dinner plates some day. With blunt claws, she swept aside great pawfuls of sand to help create more room for Nox to work. Myre eased back to give the elf room to work, concentrating on keeping the balance of her own powers. She felt a touch of something against her, and realized that it was Ngoloko leaning against her hocks, sand flecking her mane and fur. With her emerald eyes squinting in concentration and her ears back, she was helping to stabilize the sand to keep it from sliding back and erasing their hard work. “Thanks.” She breathed to the female, but didn’t say anymore, fearing she’d break Ngoloko’s concentration…as well as her own.
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It looked like two more tragendire were released, and they made their way through the crowd. Anviel watched with fascination- the kits were awfully fun to watch as they went and found candidates with whom to bond. One of them looked quite regal and majestic, and Anviel was not at all surprise when it approached Prince Zemal. She turned away before seeing what happened to look at the other tragendire, which appeared to select a centaur as its bonded. It was probably good that a few centaurs had bonded to tragendire, seeing as the whole point of the tragendire, to the best of her understanding, was to extend goodwill to the candidates.

For a moment, Anviel returned to eyeing the food that various candidates had on their plates. She was actually beginning to feel quite comfortable at the events- and hungry, too. She wished that she hadn't left her pizza at the other table.

Then the whole building seemed to errupt into chaos as a strange, animalistic screaming was audible. Immediately, Anviel glanced around to find the source- a centaur, on one of the biomes of the hatching complex, being ridden by another candidate and chased by other candidates on horses. The elf watched, horrorstruck, as he slipped on the sand and rolled onto the person riding him.

"I'm uh... Gonna help." She said hurriedly to Selina, before taking off in the direction of the centaur prince.

Anviel was one of the last people to arrive at the scene, and she glanced around for something to do. She was probably going to get in the way more than anything, the elf realized- she had absolutely no combat skills, and her elemental power was pretty much useless for anything more than fun.

There was a centaur and tragendire digging around the fallen centaur. Anviel didn't have a good view of the saddle, and as such wasn't quite sure why they were digging. Regardless, she kneeled on one of the far sides of the area that they were digging out, and began to help shovel sand away.
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