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| Keepers of the Sun & Stars; Aesulla Hatching | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 20 2017, 02:56 PM (11,590 Views) | |
| Senaru | Feb 20 2017, 02:56 PM Post #1 |
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It had been raining. For the last week, outdoor training had been shorter than ever- Not canceled, since it was a learning experience to work in rain...At least until it began to pour. The semi-tropical zone of Aesulla was in for harsh weather, hurricanes blowing in from the coast. Rather than risk the candidates getting sick, outdoor training had been moved to the indoor center, full of rock walls, fake forests, and laser tag. It had been a lot of fun, really, since it was mostly free-exorcize. The classes had been limited, and homework less as time went on. It could be any day now, the teachers said. Relax, rest up. It could happen at any time. In the more protected royal suit building, where Alistiana and Zemal had taken up residence, as well as Yggdrasil at nights, but not this night. She had taken to staying on the grounds the closer it got to the hatching, sensing the nearness, perhaps. The voice again called out, whispering, lingering in the air. It met the Empress' ears, and later Zemal's, and even to the priest, beckoning them to awaken, a heavenly song quietly drifting through the grounds and city, gently luring the sleeping to wake, for the time was now. So it was, in the heart of the night, when dragons slept and the darkness had long since settled over the grounds, soft voices began to whisper and sing, quietly at first, these voices rang out into the minds of each candidate, flowing in the air. Each candidate was called by name by a voice they did not know. It was sweet and kind, and appeared to be female. It called to them to gather, to come quickly. Hatching assistants were alerted soon after, and, somehow mostly quietly, the candidate's gathered. What had caused them all to feel this grandness, this bravery and confidence? What voice had spoken to them? The Life titan lifted her own head as the host began to appear and lent her own voice to the song, haunting, drawn out wordless notes cutting the silence. Dragons were awakening, some had not fallen asleep that night. The titans were each alert and on the watch, even Terminus, in a different suit than the one that had broken. After Yggdrasil began to sing, the song lifting and full of life, Losalka's voice, powerful as a force of nature, joined her, their voices melding. They were soon joined by Illirian, who's deeper, powerful tones gave way to strength and power. Under his voice, the ringing crystal voice of Ara rose up. Frome somewhere near Losalka, the deep earthy tones of Thalron picked up, followed by stormy overtones, adding to the song of natural force. The only Titan that did not lend its voice was Terminus, at least not right away. His tune began under theirs, a sound like the bustling city. It came tumbling forth, the song of innovation. But even through all this song, this..Song of life and living, of nature and technology, this song of balance, the hatching grounds remained darkened, for above them, high up over the wide ring of the hatching ground's dome, a multitude of glowing beings encircled the grounds, soft voices singing out and heralding something. But it wasn't even entirely this that had caused such a gasped silence. It was the fact that the sky, everywhere sky and land were visible, was cast in a different light. As if heaven and space had opened up above them, stars shining, galaxies spinning slowly as they do. This light was not overly bright, and at most, felt like a planetarium but so much more. No one dared to turn the lights on now, at least not yet. Across the sands, something like a mist was gathering in one corner of the grounds.... OOC: --It is 2:30AM, on a hurricany rainy night. Inside the grounds such is not notable, though the water may be whipping. ---NO PETS ALLOWED. This includes tragendire. Service animals allowed you know who you are the best dog The candidates will awaken first to a voice like that of a seraph, followed by the hatching assistants sending a formal awakening notice (Which is like a small alarm in the room that flashes a green color. They've been trained that this means the hatching is immanent and that they should gather books, games, food and anything else that is appropriate to wait out the long, often tediously long hatching. Right now the lights are mostly out but the assistants have flash-lights to guide the candidates to the large white cloth tarp on the sand where the candidate's sit and wait. (Who wants sand in your ass? No one!) Dignitaries such as royals of other capitals (except those whom are candidates) sit in a specific seating area in the audience. Hatching assistants are the only people permitted on the sands during the hatching, aside from established riders, and even then they are often out of the way as hatchlings can be dangerous. Eggs present: ♀Sonic Tonare X ♂ Chaos/Space Garboil 1 Fire Egg ![]() - - - - ♀Time Chrono X Weater/Nature Synergos 1 Ice ![]() - - - - ♀Crystal-Titan Araselnasaa X ♂Earth-Titan Anorox 2 Crystal Eggs | ![]() - - - - ♀Fire Ciosa X ♂Technology Titan Terminus 3 Fire, 1 Technology | ![]() | ![]() - - - - ♀Seraphic Talherahiel X ♂Death Metal Fire Cauldron 1 Seraph Egg ![]() - - - - ♀Water/Acid Ostoglos X ♂Earth Painovoima 1 Water ![]() - - - - ♀Metal/Glass Izanami X ♂Metal/Sound Carpathian 1 Sound Egg, 1 adopted ? egg | ![]() - - - - ♀Weather (Fire/Lightning) Ahtian X ♂Floral/Solar Paradisio 1 Sound - - - - ♀??????? X ♂Air/Sound Aterrimus 1 Air egg, 1 X egg | ![]() - - - - ♀Water/Luck Benzaiten X ♂Forest/air Karthal 1 Air, 1 ? Egg | ![]() - - - - ♀Steam Kumonryo X ♂Forest Sumiphel 1 Forest ![]() - - - - ♀Xifeng X ♂Fire Gustabari 1 Fire Egg ![]() - - - - ♀Celestial Mahasarmasael ♂Acid/Toxic Mantella 1 Lava, 1 Fire, 1 Mental | | ![]() - - - - ♀Metal Narcida X ♂Water/Crystal Valyss 1 Metal ![]() - - - - ♀ Life Yggdrasil X ♂ Seraphic/Light Azodael 1 Extra Large Fate Egg, 1 Very Large Life Egg, … | ![]() - - - - <span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'> |
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| Senaru & Space Lagrange | Celestial Titan Selhanzilael | Tesla E. Dison & Lightning Kazrael | | Nivia & Air Kestrel | Carpediem & Glass Celiostiahle | | Xifeng | | Okamitahn and Viral Conquillettiddia | Humarzii & Floral Paradisio | Kairen & Sound Tonare | | Namiko & Water Umibuzo | Ice Tsuraine | Chaos Pandemonium| Prince Ahmduer Candidate | | Spirit Spectre | Bone Ancithelyn | Metal/Sound Carpathian | Seraphic Talherahiel | Celestial Mahasarmasael | Opt-In {Aesulla} | Celestial Mistoffelees | Senaru's Inventory | |
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| Silver | Feb 20 2017, 08:27 PM Post #2 |
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Lysander to Yggdrasil, Seraphs, All Word Count: 902 He woke to the sound of singing. He didn't hear it in the beginning so much as he felt it deep in his bones, thrumming like a second heartbeat. His eyelids fluttered open, momentarily disoriented. His room came into focus slowly, and he was aware of soft whining coming from his door. Daisy paced along the doorway, occasionally dipping onto her front legs to dig and sniff insistently at the crack between the door and the floor. Her feathered tail wagged behind her, straight out one moment and then a blur the next. He seldom saw her so excited, and that alone was enough to pique his attention. He sat up slowly, grimaced as he used the specially placed guards on the sides of his bed to pull himself into a sitting position. "Daisy," He murmured. He was still sleepy, and wished to sleep for just a bit longer. It wasn't like him to forsake rest, but the time he spent with Yggdrasil was very much all-consuming. The opportunity to sit up and study with her was not one to be lightly passed or taken for granted, and he took advantage as often as he dared. His laptop was full of notes and musings on the various scripture they studied together, and part of him almost yearned to go home and have some quiet time with which to read it back over and formulate it into something more cohesive. That would mean leaving Asuella, however, and Yggdrasil had made it clear she had no intention of leaving right away. Perhaps he'd stay for a while yet, then, and-- You must leave. A soft voice spoke suddenly in his mind, and Lysander bit back a soft sound of surprise. Like Yggdrasil's voice but not, soft as if from a great distance. His lips parted in question, brow furrowed. Leave? Leave where? Go to the sands, The voice told him again, and the pressure on his mind and thoughts retreated almost at once. He mouthed wordlessly for a moment after, took a deep breath to ground himself. It wasn't unusual for dragons to call people to a Hatching, he understood, and therefore he-- "The Hatching!" He realized it with a shock, practically choking on the words as he carefully slid out of bed. Dragons above, where were his clothes? He was usually so precise, but today he couldn't think of anything. Where did he--? Clothes, there. Toothbrush, there. How was his hair? Didn't matter. He allowed it to stay mussed, his eyes somewhat heavy from sleepiness. He thanked his lucky stars that he'd at least had a healthy meal before he'd gone to nap for the day: Yggdrasil always made sure he ate even if he was not beside her. There were times he woke to room service even when it was not called for, and he had every reason to believe she was behind it. Not that he minded, of course. Her thoughtfulness was greatly appreciated. "Daisy," He called again, her harness in hand. It took only a few minutes to get Daisy into her clothes (as Lysander called them). By now, he had plenty of experience in fitting the straps and buckles, and Daisy knew her job. She stood still and waited patiently for her friend to finish, occasionally flashing her soft tongue over his hand as he worked. Soon, all that was left to do was slide into his shoes and be off. He grasped the handle on her harness, and together they exited his room. Lysander was grateful he was allotted a room on the ground floor. He could already hear the dull thrum of a crowd coming from the enormous Hatching Cavern, but there was another sound as well: Something soft, heavenly. Seraphs. They were singing, he realized as he entered the cavern, eyes cast up, wide with wonder. He'd never seen so many Seraphs in one place, and the sight of them nearly made his heart stop. They were lovely, bewitching enough to still his feet. He stared for a few moments, eyes dazzled, mouth slack, before a kindly attendant cleared her throat and guided him along his way. Oh, how he wished he could be with Yggdrasil today. He could see her near her eggs, and he wondered if she could see him wave. Even if she didn't, he'd be able to congratulate her afterwards. He was not terribly far from the action, either: Non-Candidates were not permitted on the sands themselves, but his seat was reasonably close. He did feel a touch silly sitting near decorated dignitaries, but he flashed them a quick smile all the same. They were all here for one reason, after all: To watch the newest batch of Candidates meet their partners. If that wasn't a great equalizer, he didn't know what was. "Up, Daisy," Lysander hummed, and uttered a soft oof as the dog leapt lightly into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her to secure her, and in so doing freed up the space at his feet for people to walk. "Not long now," He breathed against her fur, and then, on impulse, grabbed one of her front legs and lightly raised it in a playful wave directed toward Yggdrasil. "Good luck, " He mouthed, and couldn't help but wonder if she could hear. |
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Maksim and Fire/Sound Bolero | Dr. Vesparian Myland | Father Lysander and Seraphic/Life/Solar Ambrosolariel | Livna and Shadow/Floral Heifeiver | Aloran and Crystal Prince Renezneth | Nature/Dream Ballard | Rask Ward | Slot | Slot | Opt-in | Opt-in My Inventory My Thread Tracker %mh%5034%mh% | |
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| Silver | Feb 20 2017, 08:47 PM Post #3 |
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Maksim to Mesikammen, Zemal, Mitoffelees and Open Word Count: 806 Maksim awoke with a snort. He was aware first of a heavy weight on his leg, a soft sort of warmth which had nothing to do with his pillow. He shifted on his bed, and when he rolled, he found himself face to face with his tragendire. He huffed out a soft breath of surprise, eyes wide, but didn't actually call out. Mesikammen awoke him often, mostly due to the fact that Maksim usually had a difficult time rolling out of bed himself. He preferred to stay up late and sleep the same if given the chance, and the past few days of training had been lax enough to allow himself to fall back onto old habits. He was still quite groggy as he extended a hand to stroke over the tragendire's face. "Go to sleep," He mumbled. It was still so, so dark outside. Why wake him now? "See you in the morning." The tragendire didn't even have the chance to explain before the soft singing reached Maksim's ears. He felt it deep in his bones, a sweeter song than even he could dream up. Beneath it, a voice: Beckoning? He couldn't tell, and didn't give it much thought. His focus was singularly on the song, and he shut his eyes against it, lips parted as he heaved a long, slow sigh. Those had to be seraphs singing, he thought idly to himself. He didn't believe anything else in the world could sound so sweet, nor so effortless. He was almost jealous of their ability. Maybe he could-- His thoughts were cut off by the sound of footsteps nearby. Assistants were moving about, talking in soft, hushed voices. Flashlights danced across the walls, and Maksim sat up groggily, one arm pressed against his forehead to shield his eyes from the light as one of the attendants flashed it directly in his face. Rude. "It's time," The man murmured. "Get what you need and get up. Tragendires stay," He added quickly after taking a quick look at Maksim's solar companion. Maksim sensed Mesikammen's protest immediately, and quickly, reflexively lowered his hands to stroke the beast's head. Shit, it was happening. It was happening. "Don't worry about me," Maksim murmured to the beast, and even bent to drop a kiss on his soft, warm forehead. "I'll be back for you. Guard my bed," He added as he threw on an appropriate set of clothes. All the Candidates had been instructed to leave something functional ready to be put on in a hurry for just this sort of scenario, and he dressed quickly in a tightly cinched robe of reds and blues. He slid his boots on and quickly plucked up his tablet and journal. It wouldn't be a good idea to bring his violin, but he could still write music as he waited. And, they'd been told, there would be a ]lot of waiting. "You awake?" He murmured to Zemal as he walked with the others. It didn't take him long to find his friend, and Maksim dug his fingers into his hair as he walked, tongue between his teeth as he fixed his hair into a single, simple french braid pulled over one shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak again, but fell silent as they entered the Hatchery. The place had an almost surreal feel to it now. There were seraphs everywhere he looked, and the Titans' song sent shivers up and down his spine. He didn't remember walking to the tarp, and instead felt as if he was suddenly awake as he sat down upon it, eyes unfocused, facing forward. Oh, dragons above. This was it, wasn't it? "Zemal," He said suddenly, voice tight. "If you get a dragon today, and I don't--" He paused. That seemed like the most likely outcome, after all. He swallowed, and then cleared his throat. "...Just don't forget about me, alright?" He fidgeted with the journal on his lap, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the tap of talons against his shoulder. He turned at once, and exhaled slowly when he recognized the tuxedo cat colored dragon who stood nearby. "Mistoffelees," He grinned in relief, although it faded slightly as he recognized the case the dragon was carrying. It was thrust into his arms before he could ask about it, and he pulled it tight against his chest. "You might want this, " He was advised. "Hatchings take a while, and I thought you might want it," The dragon explained. Unusually thoughtful, that. "Thanks," Maksim grinned, and then whined softly as the dragon quickly padded away. It made sense for him not to stay, but still. "Damn," He softly muttered. "D'you t hink Mes took a chunk out of him on his way out?" He asked idly of Zemal. "Or d'you he has quick hands?" |
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Maksim and Fire/Sound Bolero | Dr. Vesparian Myland | Father Lysander and Seraphic/Life/Solar Ambrosolariel | Livna and Shadow/Floral Heifeiver | Aloran and Crystal Prince Renezneth | Nature/Dream Ballard | Rask Ward | Slot | Slot | Opt-in | Opt-in My Inventory My Thread Tracker %mh%5034%mh% | |
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| Sojourn | Feb 20 2017, 09:16 PM Post #4 |
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Reid, to Marcus, after arriving to the Sands It is time....It is- Ridiculously early. That was Reid's initial thought when his phone rang, a bright, and unwavering alert that was Not To Be Ignored, if he recalled the sound bite he'd chosen for that particular message when it came. Squinting against the light of the screen, he read the message that blazed in bold letters across the screen. Words that couldn't be misunderstood or reinterpreted in any particular way other than their true meaning. 'The Hatching has begun. The summons is out...' He opened the message to read the rest of it, the instructions being as per the norm, gather and await the assembled candidates, keep order, do as was practiced. Although the candidates had extra down time in the days leading up to the Hatching, the assistants had begun running extra drills. Driving home lessons that hadn't yet settled into habit, learning last minute adjustments or alterations that needed to be made, who to keep an eye on...Everyone was ready it seemed. And now, so were the dragons. "If only they could pick a decent, bloody time to do things." Reid griped, shutting off the screen, engulfing the room back in darkness for a moment and leaving him with only the quiet sound of his breathing. Sighing, he finally reached over and flicked on the light and sat up, running a hand through his hair. It was cowlicked from where he'd slept on it. He wondered if he'd have time to run a comb through it, but nixed the thought. He'd need to get moving. Reid dressed quickly, throwing on a beanie to ward off both the chill and his unruly hair. He'd already packed a bag of supplies. Shoving his feet into his shoes without bothering to untie the laces, he wiggled his foot to get the backs to sit correctly as he crossed to the fridge, pulling out two cans of energy drinks. "Cheers." he muttered, cracking one open and tucking the other into the small satchel he settled on his back. The elf took a deep draught of the fizzy drink, shuddering only at the cold of it settling in his chest before he left his rooms. Luckily, having established most of the hatching assistants in and around the Hatchery of Light meant that they wouldn't have to travel across the city just to get there on time. The gentle song of the host and the Titans rose in a swelling melody the closer Reid got to the grounds. Scanning an ID to an awaiting guard that stood watch over the doorway to the grounds, he was admitted with a nod. Making his way across the sands to where the tarp was laid out, he allowed his eyes to travel about. These were always majestic times, and for every single hatching he'd assisted with, it was always memorable. He'd supposed that with the imposing Seraph egg standing guard (for what else would one call it's looming presence) over the sands, the presence of a host made sense. Reid merely regarded the glowing, ethereal beings with brows that slowly rose higher on his forehead. He hid his surprise with another sip of his energy drink. The ceiling honestly, more than the host captured his attention after that. The great swirling cosmos caught his attention and his imagination, and Reid's walk across the sands lost purpose for a few long minutes, slowing to a meander as he craned his neck back and stared in wonder. It was beautiful. He took a moment to save this moment in his mind, like a snapshot, something to revisit in the future, something to cherish...Then he was off again, spotting Marcus. "Morning." Reid said with a sigh. "Sort of." He stared at the eggs with a grimace. "Always choose the worst times." He dipped into his bag and pulled out the spare energy drink and tossed it to the other assistant. "Here, maybe these can help us with our sanity until the sun actually rises." (667 words) |
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| Capricorn | Feb 20 2017, 09:51 PM Post #5 |
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Anviel Veyanir Tag: Open Word Count: 788 words The first thing that Anviel knew was that voice, that sweet, sweet voice that called her name when she awoke. The elf lay in bed for a moment, trying to make sense of it all, still not quite awake and alert. Selhanzilael? she wondered, in her drowsiness, her thoughts struggling to form at all, much less reasonably. She noticed the green light, the alarm, and it took her a moment to realize exactly what it meant. She willed herself to slip out of bed, for a moment missing the warmth and comfort of the blankets, but the feeling did not last long. As soon as her head was clear, Anviel was excited, moreso than she had been in a long while. It's here. The thought was almost sung. Anviel quickly gathered what she could find, hoping to arrive at the sands as quickly as possible. She snatched her phone, her purse, the dragonglass laptop, some slippers, and some soft blankets, put on her shoes, and rushed out the door. The hallways were far darker than usual, apart from the cones of light emanating from various points in the hallway. Are the lights out? she wondered, freezing. Was there something wrong? Maybe the alarm had been put out by mistake, a false alarm. But what about the voice? Whatever was happening, Anviel distinctly realized that this was not a day like any other. She moved to one of the closest cones of light, and it shifted to turn on her. "Candidates are to report to the sands immediately," the hatching assistant behind the flashlight informed her. "Follow the lights if you can't remember the way." Anviel murmured a thank you, sir and hurried down the hall. It was almost surreal, walking down the halls, illuminated only by the white, ghostly-looking light provided by the hatching attendants. She had to walk carefully with her hands full, and the trip down to the hatching complex seemed to take together. The hallways seemed to be far longer than she remembered, and she briefly wondered if she was going the right way, but the lights were still there and nobody was stopping her. Eventually, she heard a sound, almost like a song, a strange, beautiful sound unlike anything she had heard before. There was that familiar sight of the entrance to the hatching complex. It seemed somewhat brighter in there, or perhaps it was just easier to see with more room. It seemed that the voice, in fact, belonged to the Titans, life and death, nature and technology alike, joined by the young, beautiful Titan that Anviel knew to be tending her first clutch. She looked up and froze dead in her tracks. Glowing beings ringed the complex far above- the Celestial Host, it seemed, perhaps to honor the hatching. Far above, the sky was magnificent, spinning galaxies and bright stars. Anviel had never seen anything like it- it had been a morning of things she'd never seen before, really- and she couldn't help but gaze at it in wonder and some confusion. She had watched countless hatchlings before, but never had she seen one like this before. Never had it seemed that the Host itself arrived to herald the start of the hatching. Something was different, and the feeling was tangible. It was then that Anviel looked down and saw the bright red of her pajamas. I forgot to change, she realized, wondering just how ridiculous it looked. But somehow, she didn't care. In fact, overall, she was a lot bolder, more confident than she expected. She'd have thought that she'd be a lot more nervous for the hatching. Anviel forced herself to walk, to stop staring up in awe and focus. She found a cushion somewhat off to the side, away from the entrance and close to the front of the white cloth, where she set down her things. Her first order of business was to grab her phone and send off a text to both Elvador and Afrastrasia, the two people she was closest to- It's here. The message was self-explanatory, there was no need for additional explanation. Anviel could hardly believe that it was actually happening. The stars above, the Titans, what she assumed were seraphs, the strange walk to the hatchery- they were all elements of a dream. She shook her head, perhaps expecting it all to disappear in front of her eyes. It was happening, it really seemed to be happening. She set down her things but didn't quite sit down yet, glancing around to see where everything was. It didn't look like many had arrived yet, and Anviel wondered if perhaps she should move back further from the sands to make it easier for the hatchlings. |
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| Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto | Weather/Ice Venria | Crystal/Earth Prince Chalcedon | Fire/Viral Xensuneos | Half-Dragon Eiadris Tellecosta | [slot] | [slot] | [slot] Capricorn's Inventory | |
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| Isra | Feb 20 2017, 10:11 PM Post #6 |
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Marcus; tag Reid, Teagan (566 words) Wake up. Marcus grumbled in his sleep and rolled over, flinging an arm over Agrius. The tragnendire was curled up on the bed next to him, a surprisingly soft and warm bundle of fur given his element. Even with the rain and the indoor training, being a hatching assistant always got harder the closer they got to the hatching, even if there wasn't much homework anymore. They still had to train, still had to make sure everyone was as close to ready as they could make them before the eggs began to hatch. You need to wake up... But beneath the training and responsibility was a different sort of stress. He was, technically speaking, too old to legally be a candidate. One of the main reasons he'd signed on to be a hatching assistant was with the vain hope that he might yet attract the attention of a dragon. But what if he didn't? There was no guarantee that his attempt would work, or that Aterrimus would bring him back on for the next hatching if it didn't. What was he supposed to do then? Go back to his old job and try to find some way to deal with the nagging sense of incompleteness that was slowly picking a hole in his middle? Arise, mortal! It was from those vague, worrisome nightmares that Marcus was finally roused by a strange voice in his head, Agrius twitching awake and casting him a startled look. For a moment he wondered if he'd actually heard anything at all or if it was just part of a dream--but no. There was a strange otherness in his mind, a bewildering presence. It is time. Come. The eggs await. "What the fuck?" Whatever it was, it was not to be questioned or doubted and it refused to leave him alone until he climbed out of bed. The blinking light by his bedside finally convinced him that it was, in fact, time for the hatching, and with that in mind he dressed hastily and with little thought for decorum. It wasn't like he needed much prettying up anyway, even if he did look a bit haggard and sleep deprived as he walked onto the sands, herding a few lagging candidates in front of him. His appreciation of the celestial display overhead was cut short when Reid tossed an energy drink his way. "Cheers, mate," he called back, cracking it open and taking a long drink with a grimace. Celestial above, these things tasted like ass. You'd think they'd be able to fix that. "If you have any sanity left, you're doing better than I am." Speaking of, the biggest source of his lost sanity was wandering onto the sands at that moment. Without thinking Marcus cut away from the group and meandered up to Teagan, giving her a wave before falling into step beside her. "I have a humble request, if I may," he greeted her without preamble. "If you could not punch me, or bleed all over me, or cause me to get eaten by a dragon today, that would be great." There was no malice in his voice as he said it, and Marcus flashed her a crooked grin before leaning forward to try and get a better look at her new arm, holding up his own cybernetic arm in comparison. "Nice hardware. Welcome to the club, by the way." |
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| Clarra and Acid/Toxic Mantella | Seraphic Irasotiel | Tytus and Weather Fire/Lightning Ahtian | Marcus and Hellfire Inferno/Tech Panzerfaust | | Basajaun Themides | Faerveren and Mirror/Metal Zadasiron | Sonic Proxy | Prince Zemal and Life Talixarra | | Moriel and Dark/Bone/Blood Chyropter | [slot] | | [slot] | [slot] | [slot] | Thread Tracker Inventory | |
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| Rayeness | Feb 20 2017, 10:37 PM Post #7 |
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A Big Day Tag: Anyone Word Count: 579 Selena didn’t sleep so well, the black marks had returned to her hand and they itched like mad, she had her hand and a portion of her arm wrapped in a simple brown bandage. She wasn’t feeling sick, it was simply worrisome. So when the formal notice to wake up was sent out she was already pretty much up so it wasn’t to difficult to wake herself fully and change into something a little more respectable than her boxers and tank top. When Selena left her dorm she was needless to say a little bit grumpy. She continued to scratch at her hand on occasion but seemed to generally want to ignore most people as she made her way to the sands. Selena had been preparing for this day, this was supposed to be that day made everything generally worth it. She would, hopefully, get a dragon. She already made the decision that if she didn’t get one she would go home, simply put she would turn her skills to helping her parents back home and try again when she was sure things were calm and stable at home...if she was still of the right age when that came about. Selena rubbed the back of her head a bit as she walked along with the rest of the students, trying to banish the creeping dread and doubt of going home alone after all was said and done. Selena had a horrible habit of doubting herself and her own worth. Selena pulled her hair back as she kept up with the rest of the students, she hadn’t bothered to do much with it when she woke up, she regretted that now, she was pretty sure that she looked like some form of gloomy golem. She decided to put her headphones in and listen to music as she made her way to the hatchery, she hummed softly under her breath and adjusted the pack of supplies she brought along with her. Anyone close enough could get a general idea of the song she was listening to mostly because she started singing under her breath as well. ”and I want a moment to be real.” She sang to herself, mostly, anyone walking beside her could hear her though if they stopped to listen long enough. Most would wonder why she was listening to music, after all it was a pretty big event and all that jazz, truth be told though...it helped calm her nerves and generally fix the stress and doubt that was going through her brain. ”want to touch things I don’t fell, want to hold on and feel I belong.” she continued her little song, only pausing the music and removing her headphones to offer her ID card to the guard at the door. After a quick scan and a nod she went into the Hatchery. She certainly wasn’t first there, but she wasn’t last and that’s what mattered. She kept her music paused as she found a spot on the tarp to sit down where she could see things just fine. She crossed her legs and idly played with her ponytail before putting one earbud in and turning her music back on. There would be time, she had heard rumors, or maybe gossip of some hatchings taking over a week's time. They were probably just silly rumors in the long run, but hey she had brought snacks just to be safe! |
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| Jackins | Feb 20 2017, 11:00 PM Post #8 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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And so, we wait-Teagan, @Idazon/Marcus Words: 834 She had done it again it seemed. Teagan frowned as unintentional sleep pulled away from tired eyes and the sound of a familiar horror film filtered through her ears like water through cotton. Falling asleep on Ida was not exactly a favorite pastime, but it was hard to argue against the finer points of a warm and inviting flank instead of a mattress. Why she had woken, Teagan could not say as she struggled to adjust her one armed balance; from the couch, her replacement limb blinked slowly. It was too sharp to risk relaxing with and Teagan had already torn herself up by making the mistake once. “Did you say something, Ida?” the drowsy candidate muttered as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. Teagan picked her way carefully through variously discarded candy wrappers and and open books before retrieving her arm and clicking it back into place with a soft whirring noise. Mechanical fingers flexed as she rotated her wrist. It had been some time between the Touching and now, but exchanging body parts still took quite a bit of adjusting. Something had goaded Teagan to wakefulness, and it wasn’t the idiots screaming in the horror movie still flickering across the screen. She moved to clean up the mess from studying before whatever nudged her awake the first time brushed her mind again. A gentle insistence, becoming more urgent as Teagan continued to delay became quite suddenly prevalent in the candidate’s mind as she turned back to Ida and then to the flashing alarm in the room. “We need to get to the hatching grounds.” Teagan ran her good hand through her hair before frowning. Of all the times to decide to come into the world, it had to be at some ungodly early hour. Thankfully, the excessive extra drills from the hatching attendants were good for keeping one on their toes. She had not just brought homework and enough horror movies to turn Idazon’s hide white as a sheet. There were plenty of drinks and snacks, but also the most hideous (but comfortable)set of pajamas that Teagan had been able to find. Without so much as a word of warning, Teagan exchanged jeans and a t-shirt for motorcycle print pajama pants and the ugliest pair of motorcycle slippers that money could buy. With an appropriately titled-and certainly not appropriate for the hatching- tank top, it seemed she was ready to go. “Not to a poor guest, but I’m going to scoot so I can at least make sure that Rurik figures out where he’s going.” She had no doubt that her brother would be able to get to the sands on his own of course, but it’d do well to actually be there by the time he hopefully arrived. She slung the pack over her shoulder before making for the exit, leaving Ida to get ready on his own, and likely turn off the movie before something awful happened. It was not Rurik that Teagan encountered first once reaching the hatching grounds, much as she would have preferred it in her still mostly asleep state. Her hatching assistant senses seemed to be tingling as Teagan turned to catch Marcus out of the corner of her eye. "I have a humble request, if I may," he greeted her without preamble. "If you could not punch me, or bleed all over me, or cause me to get eaten by a dragon today, that would be great." “Damn...how much of the Touching did I miss?” Teagan quirked an eyebrow as she regarded Marcus. She hadn’t recalled much, if anything, except the absolute agony that followed once the pain meds wore off from her impromptu surgery. Waking up with your arm laying across your lap was a hell of an experience. At Marcus’ warm welcome however, Teagan could only smirk. “That’s a story I’ll have to catch later, for sure. As for the rest ,well;” She brushed her good hand nervously through her hair before giving a shrug. “I plan to just sit on my ass and watch movies until it’s time to go back to bed...not y’know, expecting much here.” It wasn’t often that Teagan let down her walls, but Marcus would certainly recognize the self same nightmarish doubt. The chorus of Seraphs and the cosmos looming overhead only made the sensation all the worse. Here, Everyone-from the massive seraph egg to the other hatching, the heavens above and the angels from on high- would be present to set Teagan’s unworthiness to be a candidate in stone. But she was here for Rurik, and that for the most part, that doubt had been kept buried where it belonged. With a brief wave, Teagan found a spot to plop upon the sands and get comfortable. The laptop was at the ready, along with a bottle of water and some cherry licorice. All that was left now was to wait. |
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| Isra | Feb 21 2017, 12:03 AM Post #9 |
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Zemal; tag Maksim (757 words) Zemal woke suddenly and sat up in his bed, looking around. He blinked and ran a hand over his face, trying to figure out just what it was that had roused him. A sound, maybe? Had something fallen over somewhere? Or was it just Ramahendra shifting in his sleep? If it was the result of a dream then he did not remember anything of what he might have been dreaming, and there was still a sense of... something lingering in the room. A presence, one that was strange and yet somehow familiar to him. There was no physical sign of anyone else in the room, and yet the fine hairs at the nape of his neck were standing on end. Greetings, Prince Zemal. He jumped when the voice entered his thoughts and bit back a curse, but the fact that there was another presence in his mind was enough to rouse Ramahendra from his slumber as well. The gryphon growled and fluffed his feathers as he rose to his feet, prowling the room to try and find some sign of an intruder. Forgive me for disturbing you, the soft, feminine voice continued. But your presence is required on the hatching grounds. It is time. A sensation like icewater poured down his spine and before he realized what he was doing, Zemal tossed the blankets aside and scrambled to his feet. The hatching was now, and even though his heart thundered in his chest with an uncertainty that hedged just a little too close to being fear for his liking, it was accompanied also by a strange sense of hopefulness. He remembered the touching, remembered the warmth and comfort and peace that had come from the Life egg. There was no guarantee that the dragon within was actually going to choose him from among the others, but... "Right, because after all that you are magically undeserving and it's going to change its mind," Ramahendra grumped acidly from where he was patrolling their quarters. "You're always so pleasant first thing in the morning," Zemal shot back dryly as he sat down to pull on his boots. "Only when you're being an idiot," the gryphon retorted with a glare. "This is stupid. I should be allowed on the sands with you." "Rules are rules," the Prince answered, rising to his feet and combing his fingers back through his hair to try and make himself look presentable. "And before you say anything; no, a Prince should not be above the rules." With that he turned and left, confident that Ramahendra would find his own way to the hatching grounds. For all that he was worried (Vicarous was going to be there) Zemal was also somewhat relieved to be on his own for once. It was suffocating to constantly have an escort of guards surrounding him. Per the rules, however, no one else who wasn't a candidate was permitted on the sands to avoid confusing the hatchlings, which meant he had a rare chance to have some time on his own. Sort of. Maksim was there almost as soon as Zemal stepped out of his quarters and began to move down the corridor. He flashed his longtime friend a smile and almost tossed an arm around his shoulders before stopping himself. Zemal hated that he could make this awkward, but it felt... wrong somehow to just let themselves fall back into the same old routine as before. Like it was somehow ignoring everything the both of them had been through between then and now. "Somewhat," he answered, pushing the concerns aside as they entered the grounds. The sheer number of Seraphs overhead made him nervous, the whirling galaxies a wonderous sight to behold. Off to the side Zemal could not help but notice a strange, somewhat unnatural looking fog starting to curl and creep its way onto the sands, but he was distracted from it by Maksim's sudden solemn, honest plea. "As if there was anything in this world or the next that could make me forget about you, Maksim!" He did reach out to take the other elf by the shoulders then but quickly found himself interrupted when Mistoffelees got there first. He was never quite sure what to make of that strange dragon, no matter how many times he ran into him. "I suspect Mes is smart enough to not try and bite a dragon," Zemal mused as he watched Mistoffelees depart. "He is a strange one... but come! Let's find a seat before all the good ones are taken." |
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| Senaru | Feb 21 2017, 04:56 AM Post #10 |
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Slowly, each of the Titans own voices began to die down into an eery silence, the seraph song lingering in a near hush as the space above them seemed to lend its own form of voice. It is hard to describe, really, the sound that encompasses the sheer vastness of what that starry sky represented. It was a humbling sound, reminding each present that, no matter how big or small, how important or how meek, all were seemingly equal in the grand universe. The tune made them all feel small, at least for a little while, until it reached a mysterious key- the tone uplifting, echoing away into silence as a total hush fell on the grounds. The spacial light above seemed to dim, but to those watching, something was happening, moving, and billowing, flowing in over the coast and settling, a light within. Somewhere within that misting fog, an egg sat. At first, it had billowed mist only from its top, which had not lingered too long, or been visible past a certain point. Now though, it was practically invisible within the fog that flowed around it. The dragon within the egg itself, though, seemed to have a very good idea of what was going on, as quite suddenly, without warning, the mist shot up and outwards, the shell disintegrating into the clouds that billowed. This hatching was silent, and had happened under everyone's noses, quite without anyone really realizing it, aside from noticing the gathering clouds. But now, as the light grew dim, a form could be seen walking within the clouds and fog, as if gliding on delicate feet. It was only until one realized that it was walking upon the water, glowing white-blue and deep teal, an aura of ancient power surrounding it. As it moved, forms began to move in the mists- shapes of animal spirits followed it, fading in and out of existence as if they were nothing more than whims of clouds. The wyrmling walked, sure of itself and determined, long of limb and slender of neck, billowing and ever flowing spirit-wisps adorning the dragon from head to tail, its horns an endless braided spiral. It fanned its wings out, long, narrow, crisp feathered things that shimmered as the dragon moved down the central 'lake' in the grounds, glowing mist spilling out behind and to the side of the creature, this breathless beauty that had confidence in itself. In color, it looked very much identical to the egg it had come from, its face elegant and narrow, steps hardly causing a ripple on the surface of the water. Suddenly, the dragon stopped, its gaze lingering over candidates still somewhat far from it, when the dragon seemed to melt into its own clouds, only to appear with heavenly grace closer to them, wings hardly giving a flap as it settled onto the sand, looking them over. This dragon had no intention of making the candidates wait, it knew exactly where and who it wanted. It had spent weeks thinking over this riddle. Who would it be that would stand beside them, in this life and this time? Ah, there. The dragon had walked the line of candidates, many were still getting ready, setting up their things to wait. It paused momentarily near the Prince and his friend, before continuing on a few paces, the light shimmering off of it and glowing radiantly before it paused, finally, looking at an elf that, like so many others, had not had time to really properly dress. But such things mattered so little in the grand scheme of things. It added character. The dragon bowed first, wings spreading as she partially lowered her elegant form in respect, her eyes meeting that of the girl before her. Once she decided the elf knew what was happening, that delicate face leaned close to the elven girl, her muzzle touching the center of the other's chest, a white-blue teardrop or seed shaped crystal forming. Within, literally inside the dragon's chest, a similar crystal formed, light spreading and rooting into it and outward, lighting her from within as her outer fog and mist subsided, making her look ethereal and deep blue-teal with a white core. "My dear Anviel, it is I, Misuto! We are well met once again, out of the threads of time and space. Will you walk with me upon the path of life this world has brought to us?" She spoke, voice soft and echoing like the clearest bell or deep pool. An ancient wisdom spilled from her very heart, but her eyes were kind, understanding, and full of what could only be described as love. She knew very well Anviel knew nothing of other lives, but that was just as well. She didn't mind, they were together again, by some cosmic grace. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Misuto Benzaikar Gender ♀ Parents: ♀ Water/Luck Benzaiten x ♂ Forest/Air Karthal Element: Spirit/Air/Water Personality: Serene, Calm, Pure/Untainted, Caring, One with Nature Bonds to: Anviel { Capricorn } Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #0A3A40} ![]() [/align] |
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| Heijale | Feb 21 2017, 05:35 AM Post #11 |
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[align=center]Elissaveta Tag: Open Word Count: 891[/align] Vee startled awake when she thought she heard something. Ever the slightest breath of a voice, and she looked around her room in confusion, sure someone must be lurking in a corner, whispering nonsense to freak her out. The fog of sleep finally clearing though her mind, she realized that the voice was still there, and that it wasn't from a corner of her room, but rather from her head. That's when the light that signaled a hatching, which was on, finally caught her attention. She stared at it blankly for a moment before it registered and she leaped out of bed. This is what everything came down to: the hatching! She hurried through the steps of getting ready, making sure she was presentable, but at the same time, making sure there was a little hustle in her step. She had been incredibly late for the touching, and truth be told her ankle still gave her some issue from time to time, she would be damned if she was going to be late for the hatching! It had been a miracle that she hadn't been turned away from the touching with how late she was. And thankfully, she wouldn't have the same situational confusion as she had with the touching. She had mentally struggled for about a day before deciding it was of the utmost importance to bring her camera along with her to the hatching. Not only because there would be an unknown amount of waiting time when it came to the hatchlings, but also because she wanted to document her first hatching. She knew there was a great possibility that there would be many more following this one, as bonding to one of the babies at her first hatching was incredibly unlikely, but she felt the first to be the most important to document. It had taken her mere minutes to throw on her clothes haphazardly and grab her camera bag. She'd never dressed so quickly, and she felt almost ashamed to be appearing before the world in this manner, but if it hadn't been so damned early.... She followed the flow of candidates towards the hatching sands, a bubble of anticipation floating up through her gut to her chest. She tried to squash it, but she knew it was no use. She was excited; there was no way around it. She felt slightly better knowing that everyone else there was just as excited as she was, if not more. Some of these candidates had been to hatchings before, and she suspected that the anticipation grew with every hatching one stood for. She grasped her camera bag to her chest tightly. Oh she hoped she bonded this time around, and didn't have to go through hatching after hatching. The anticipation was already killing her, almost making her feel like she wanted to vomit, and she didn't want to have to do this time and time again! Vee's breath was nearly taking fully away when she stepped into the hatching grounds. What caught her attention first were the Seraphs, though she tried hard not to stare, holding her camera bag exceptionally close, almost like a shield or a comforting teddy bear to a child. Next was the atmosphere. It was quite lovely throughout the grounds, if one discounted the fog. She wasn't certain if that was from a dragon, an egg, or for ambiance, but it was a little out of place with the rest of the environment. Or so she felt. She found a good number of familiar faces as they were ushered in. Her eyes fell on Zemal and Maksim as they were ushered to the white tarp, but she kept her distance. She was too nervous to try and socialize. If someone approached her, she would gladly talk, but she felt like if she tried to approach anyone and start conversation, she just might throw up on them instead. Even if that someone was Aloran, with whom she had complete comfort around. Instead, she decided that cleaning her lenses would be the best option at that point. Unfortunately, she didn't get quite that far, as there was.... something?.... creeping about them in the fog. That something appeared to be a dragon that couldn't wait for everyone to get settled. Vee watched in awe as the hatchling went straight for the one she wanted, a girl that she'd not really gotten the chance to meet outside of casual interaction within lessons. She felt something well up inside of her. Was it jealousy or excitement? She didn't know exactly. What she did know, however, was that she was failing as a photographer. Here she was, staring dumbly as a pair bonded, and her camera was still in the bag. She ripped into it, rummaging through lenses as gently as she could, before pulling both camera and preferred lense out. She attached the lense and held the viewfinder to her eye, hastily snapping pictures. She'd opted for a newer camera than her mother's, not wanting to break the antique, though she was cursing herself for not having the stability that the old piece gave her. She was aggrieved to not have gotten the shot of the actual bonding, but she supposed the after effects were just as good. Afterall, she would have other hatchings to perfect the skill. |
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| Silver | Feb 21 2017, 05:52 AM Post #12 |
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Maksim to Zemal, and also to Misuto (and some annoying hatching attendants) Word Count: 740 Like many of the other Candidates, Maksim hadn’t noticed the fog beginning to creep into the Hatching area. He was far more distracted by other things, such as Zemal’s body language. Had the other Elf nearly touched him? Why hadn’t he? He’d seen his arm move, he was sure of it. So, what held him back ? His mind raced with questions left unasked. He wasn’t about to approach that topic after what happened on the obstacle course. While Zemal didn’t appear to hold it against him, that didn’t make it any less humiliating. He couldn’t help but feel a touch of secondhand resentment toward the Seraphs perched around the rim of the hatching grounds. Didn’t they know what one of their ilk had done to him? Stupid arrows. And he was digressing. His skin prickled with nervousness as he walked with Zemal, who at least was kind enough to walk beside him. His friend’s company was reassuring even if a lot of time had passed. You simply didn’t forget years worth of nearly inseparable friendship even after both of them had been through. Still, he waited anxiously for Zemal’s answer to his question even if he did suspect that the prince would be too polite to say anything other than what Maksim wanted to hear. What was he going to do, after all? Tell him no right before a Hatching? Zemal was nicer than that, and that was worrying too. What if he said what Maksim wanted to hear, but didn’t really mean it? Zemal’s arm draped over his shoulder ceased the gnawing anxiety almost at once. Maksim released a heavy breath he hadn’t even been aware he’d been holding, eyes cast downward. Stupid. Of course Zemal wanted to be with him, but maybe not for long if he continued with his incessant prodding and worrying. What was wrong with him? “Yeah,” He roused himself enough to say in response to Zemal’s suggestion, a wide grin on his face. “Not that it really matters,” He acknowledged. “Your dragon’ll probably be big enough to just step over whoever they need to in order to get to you.” He’d already accepted the fact that Zemal was going to Bond this Hatching. It was all pre-determined, right? That Life egg had practically begged for the prince to touch it. Must be nice being royalty. He didn’t harbor any sort of resentment toward his friend, though. He knew that Zemal disliked his new station in life, and he also knew that his friend didn’t ask for it. Who would? All of that walking around with people constantly dogging his heels looked exhausting. There was a bit of jealousy, sure, but he could wish he had some of what Zemal had without being angry at Zemal for it, right? That had to be normal, especially in a situation like this. He grunted as he dropped onto the tarp, his violin case set lightly aside. He didn’t even wait to whip out his tablet, fully charged and with several other spare batteries charged up and stowed away in his bag. He typed out a quick text that looked like a “thank you” (coupled with at least three winking faces) before he slid to a different application. It looked like a sound mixer. “Least they could do was maybe give us some chairs, d’you think?” He grinned. “Backs are gonna be sore. Hey, d’you think—“ He started to speak, and then frowned at once. Something was coming out of the fog, and he slapped at Zemal’s thigh until he was certain his friend saw it, too. It was a dragon. A gorgeous, whispy, beautiful dragon. And it was coming their way. “Look,” Maksim hissed, leaning forward where he sat. The hatchling paused in front of them, and, transfixed, Maksim reached out his hand— And immediately drew it back as if strung, brow furrowed as at least three hatching attendants blew their whistles at him. The dragon drew away, and Maksim huffed and crossed his arms, embarrassed and disappointed. Jerks. “I wasn’t going to try and touch her,” He muttered to Zemal, face flushed. “I thought she wanted me.” But she didn’t, and she went on to bond to someone else. Maksim didn’t know her (not that he knew many of his peers that well), “You must have put her off,” He commented, an attempt at making light of the situation. “It’s the gryphon stink. You reek.” |
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| Silver | Feb 21 2017, 06:16 AM Post #13 |
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Aloran to Vee, taking in the sights Word Count: 714 He'd been galloping in his dream. At times, he had some difficulty deciphering where his dreams ended and those of others began. He slipped in and out of dreams so effortlessly that changing from one vision to another felt as natural as breathing. He didn't do it on purpose, of course. Not all of the time. Dreams were private, and as a rule he did not intrude unless invited. Wandering was a different matter. It happened unintentionally, especially when there were so many uneasy souls sleeping so closely to one another. Their visions were like a feast for his mind, and while he had initially balked at the idea of staying among so many strangers, their proximity had the unintended side effect of providing him with an endless stream of dreams to visit. He moved through them as effortlessly as water, took in what he could before he moved along. He did not interact with the dreamers, but that did not keep him from being a quiet observant. People (and dragons!) were fascinating when they dreamed. The subconscious truly was a remarkable, unpredictable thing. But this dream had been his. He knew the endless plains which stretched out before him, and knew the feeling of freedom as he ate up the ground with every powerful stride. Truly, there were few things in life so great as running somewhere so open the sun seemed to touch the tip of the plains. There were plenty of tracks here made for the same purpose, but he rather resented them. Some people raced horses, and while he understood there was no comparison between himself and a racing animal, he still felt rather silly cantering aimlessly in a circle. In his dreams, however, he could stretch out as far as he wanted and push himself until his lungs burned. He could kick and roll in a way which he would not dare among the presence of his hosts, or even among the other centaur ambassadors. He had an image to uphold, after all. His dream was cut short by an order, soft and pleasant in his head. It is time, Aloran. The voice murmured, and he slid to a halt. He knew that voice came from beyond, and that his time in his dream was up. Still, that did not keep him from glancing around as if to seek out the speaker. Force of habit. He did not have to be asked twice. He blinked awake and stretched his limbs out slowly. He rose to his feet with a great heave of his hindquarters and gave himself a little shake. Centaurs did not need any preparation to be ready, and as such it did not take him long to make his way into the hatching area. This was what he'd been thirsting to see, after all, and he was not disappointed. The Titans were all gathered here, from the youngest to the eldest, all singing in perfect harmony. The Seraphs perched above appeared to pick up the song, warbling in tune. Their presence was nothing short of humbling, and he lowered his gaze respectfully as he walked. Centaurs held a deep respect for dragons of all kinds, and the fact that he was here, among them, was a great honor. When the Hatching reached its conclusion, he was determined to linger and speak to a few of the seraphs in attendance. But for now, he spied a familiar face. He could not walk quietly, but he did walk slowly to give Vee time to acknowledge his approach. She appeared nervous; He knew that look well. A slight smile touched the corners of his lips as he folded his knees near her, and dropped himself to lie beside her. He'd brought a journal and sketchbook with him in the pack slung across his shoulder and waist, but he didn't reach for them now. "Take a deep breath, " He murmured to Vee as he settled himself. The tarp was uncomfortable. "You brought your camera," He acknowledged with a small smile. "Excellent. No doubt you will find no finer opportunity to take some photographs. I would be excited for that reason alone, were I inclined to such a thing." He reached out and touched her shoulder. "Are you alright?" |
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| Nox | Feb 21 2017, 07:48 AM Post #14 |
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Nox: 584 words Tag - Selena The torrential patter of rain in the early night has already lulled Nox to sleep the day before. Working in the wet has been...rather torturous after the first couple of days of it until they moved everyone to the inside training center. The elf was still pooped from all the work, his wiry frame is actually starting to tone out a lot more from the physical training. It was nice to see some results after a few weeks of it, even if it was small. In Nox's mind it was just icing on the cake even if he didn't bond to a dragon this year. There was also always the possibility of trying next year too. The elf stirred as the song of the host filtered into the complex. It resonated deep down enough to rouse the elf from his dreamless sleep. Nox subconsciously murmured soft nonsense as he rolled out of bed towards the source. "THUMP!" He rolled out alright! Just as his body cleared the bed, the sudden sense of falling caused him to windmill flail right onto the floor with a loud thud. "Ack!...owww." The elf groaned while prone on the floor. "What are you even doing?" A slightly, grumpy voice softly filtered out of the sheets at the edge of nox's bed. Merlot was awake now and she was not pleased that her sleep was interrupted. Her drowsy query went unanswered as that was when their alarms went off. It was hatching day! "Ohhh that's what...I'm going back to sleep then." The sleepy tragendire grumped again before she snugged back under the covers. She did send sleepy mental encouragement over their bond which Nox appreciated. Merlot already knew she wasn't allowed on the sands and didn't fancy being eaten anyways. "I hopefully won't be forever you know...Don't get into trouble while i'm gone!" He hastily scrambled up and threw on some clothes that he set out on the dresser for this express purpose. A quick trip to the bathroom to make himself presentable and then he bolted out the door full speed to the hatchery. Halfway there the elf realized he forgot his bag. Hatchings can take forever and he forgot to bring his entertainment. Nox bit his lip and raced back to his quarters and snatched up his pack by the door. He ran full speed to the sands, excitement at the impending hatching building in his veins. Nox slid beside a few people and dodged through a few more as they too made their way to the dome. The gentle song of the seraphs did slow him just a touch as the guard finally let through the doors. Nox stopped to a sudden halt, mouth agape as he looked up to see the spectical above them. The elf took a full moment to appreciate the starry view, there isn't a reason to rush now he realized. He's where he needs to be. Nox took a breath and walked towards the tarped down area where he saw a few of his fellow candidates sat. Some are really early birds the elf thought to himself. He wandered by a few and noticed Selena sitting by herself looking a little gloomy? Or maybe tired? The elf wasn't sure, but she seemed friendly in classes. "Good Morning." He cheerfully greeted the sitting blonde with an awkward wave as he wandered over. "Is it ok i sit here?" Nox still has the signing as he spoke habit going on. |
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| Nox Luthera & Culinary/Forest/Water Baristra | Opt in Spot | Rocherion Varonwei : Candidate | Pharma De Augustus | Space/Floral Dwarf Cosmos | Vector - Tech/mental/viral | [slot-bday] | [slot-bday] | [slot-bday] | [slot-bday] Nox's Inventory Nox's Thread Tracker | |
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| Silver | Feb 21 2017, 07:54 AM Post #15 |
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Vesparion, Open post! Word Count: 638 This trip had turned out so much better than he could have ever planned. He had already ruminated over how lucky he was to find himself in the same place as his long lost slave, but the fact that the Death Titan and Vicarous were here meant that something important was brewing. None of this, he was certain, was coincidental. There wer, of course, formalities in place which should protect Vicarious and his dragon from being accosted within the City, but rules were always lenient as far as he was concerned. The fact that Vicarous was still alive was frankly astounding to him. The death of a single person could end a war so quickly, and yet he still walked among the other Emperors as freely as he pleased. Vesparion disliked Vicarous. The Elf was about as discreet as an elephant in a pottery shop and lacked the proper finesse to achieve his goals (whatever they were). Viacrous, Vesparion was certain, was simply someone who wanted to watch the world burn. And while someone with such motives could indeed be dangerously reckless, they were also predictable. His violence lacked finesse and true purpose. This was difficult to respect. Within his dragon, he was nothing. Anyone could be powerful with a Titan at their beck and call, after all. Even a small child could tear down cities if they asked their Titan of it. That sort of power was rather frightening. They trusted their dragon riders with so much, didn’t they? The thought occurred to him as he climbed the stairs leading into the seats surrounding the hatching grounds. He was not allotted a seat close to the action, but in truth everywhere had a view of something. He postitioned himself to keep an eye on Ahtian’s eggs, tablet in hand and his reading glasses propped lightly on the edge of his nose. His work was aimless. He found himself often straying to other tasks, and sleepiness clouded his thoughts. He’d spent most of the past few days doing research, and some of it kept him up late into the night. As far as he read, there was no sure way to be given compensation for a slave lost in the disaster, even if he did have proof of ownership. He might be successful in asking for financial compensation, but this (of course) was not truly what he wanted. What he wanted was Tytus, and he was beginning to realize that this was not so easily achieved. Tytus was bonded to a dragon now, and Vesparion doubted that Asuella (or Iramira, perhaps?) would be willing to hand him over even if he hadn’t achived such a feat. As it was, Ahtian stood between them like a fiery wall. The dragon didn’t trust him. Vesparion could control his own facade and emotions, but he could not control Tytus’s. His dragon knew that Tytus dreaded him and why. Separating them, he had accepted, would be impossible. How, then...? He sighed sharply and removed his glasses to rub at his temples. Perhaps it was time to give up this chase. He’d pondered that possibility many times, but for whatever reason, he simply couldn’t let the issue rest. He strumemd his fingertips against his jaw as he pondered over the report pulled up on his tablet, reading the same sentence over and over. He was distracted onyl when he felt the air to his left close in around him, caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Someone was here. “Hello.” He flashed the other spectator a quick, friendly smile. “Couldn’t have picked a better day to hatch, could they?” He lightly joked, gesturing one hand to the yawning hole in the cavern which opened up to the howling wind and rain outside. “Charming, no?” |
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| Senaru | Feb 21 2017, 07:36 PM Post #16 |
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Yggdrasil & Mistofelees to Ly, Zemal and Maksim When the great Life Dragon had grown quiet again, she lowered her head to listen and speak to someone or something near her, though at the angle and in the brief light, the scales beneath her eyes looked a shade darker, as if she were greatly tired, which would be understandable. Once she was done speaking to whatever it was, she lifted her head and turned her neck about, deep blue eyes seeking and later finding Lysander in the crowd. She was close enough to lean that way if she was careful, reaching her neck out to where her muzzle was within reach of him, at least long enough that he could touch her if he wanted to. She didn't really say anything, but he was acknowledged, and the soft breath that flowed over him was warm, confidence shining in her eyes. "Thank you for the kind words, both of you. I am sure everything will be all right..." She said simply, before turning back to the hatching in progress. To Lysander's right was Alistiana, who frankly, looked like she was still half asleep, though had managed to throw something nice on short notice. To his left was a table with seats, which was where Mistofelees was sitting, looking busy with organizing things and setting up an impromptu snack platter for the dignitaries, looking over notes. Each of the seats next to the major figures had plenty of space around them to sit or lounge, including the seat Lysander was in- Amusingly enough, taking up even less space than he actually needed to. The tuxedo-cat colored dragon shot the Priest a smile, "Sir, this whole seat-box is yours, no need to sit so tightly to yourself. Relax, have fun, chat with the others, and of course, we have snacks!" He said, lightly gesturing to the single piece cusion he was on, which had a decent space to his right before the next seat-box, where the Lomiran Empress sat. Next to her, the Iaramiran Empress, followed by other dignitaries of human, centaur, and even dragon race. At the furthest end, with several seats unoccupied closest to him was Vicarious. The Nondir dignitaries with him were all to his right, as well. It was clear no one wanted to sit anywhere near to him. Curiously, as always it was, the Aesulla Emperor was missing, even if he had a seat to represent him. If anyone asked, they'd say the seat was honorarily left empty, and that was why no one sat next to Vicarous. Mistofelees set out a few things he'd been told to get specifically for the priest, before making rounds to the other tables, taking orders for various drinks or foods from typically polite folk, though his expression was neutral around the False-King of Nondir, even if he was still taking down requests. He paused near Alistiana and leaned closer when she beckoned him to, whispering to his large feathery-soft ears and handing him a small package with a fine stationary letter stamped and enveloped. He took the objects and bowed, speaking quietly, "Of course, M'Lady...I will it to him right away." and left in a faint dispersal of misty shadows. He reappeared, having waited until the lovely hatchling had moved on before he stepped over to Prince Zemal, bowing respectfully, and handing the small package and letter over. … His formal work done here, he spared a glance at Maksim, his tail curling this way and that like a cat that is thinking. "If you must know, your furry friend is a good shot with his solar beams. He caught me square on the hind end." He said, with the faintest smirk. If Maksim actually tried to look as the dragon meandered off, he would see no direct evidence currently, but the dragon had probably had to put out a small fire with his water element, and iced his hind end, probably sitting in a frozen time state to do so to get the instrument to the candidate without it taking a long time. He also couldn't guarantee there weren't solar blasts melted onto the walls in the room, either, which he'd made sure was not on fire when he left. To Zemal, though, the letter and package were light in his hands. Upon opening the letter, he would find it short, but sincere. By the time he had gotten through the notes and letters, the mysterious black dragon had already vanished, (Though Maksim would see he had a reply text, suggesting maybe he should play his music,) having returned to the table-seat to Lysander's left. "What a lovely wyrmling that last one was, so elegant..." He said, watching the sands. Idazon to Teagan When Teagan had begun to awaken, the centaur prince had been awake- and had been all night so far, honestly- was watching the movie with nervously pricked ears, getting more paranoid the longer it went on. He'd startled harshly when the voice spoke to him by name, and only really held himself together long enough for Teagan to hop up and start getting dressed. He couldn't help but glance her way when she appeared to be changing into pajamas. He didn't ask, but would have asked why she wasn't in her uniform, but shrugged. People didn't get too anal about what people wore on hatching day since it usually started and people got there as soon as possible. As soon as she left, though, he shot up and shut off the movie, shaking himself down to stop freaking out. It was just a film! It wasn't real! Gah. He threw on his more casual uniform which wasn't too stiff and headed out, following Teagan and the others. He heard the exchange between Marcus and herself and smirked a little, shaking his head. He had to admit it was funny. He caught himself looking around for someone else, realizing the person he was looking for wasn't among his own family, though they too were sought for. Not seeing them yet, he continued to follow Teagan as they headed for the seating area.... Ahmduer to Thalron kinda short and info slight, so as not to be insensitive in light of recent irl events The younger prince had not had the best last couple weeks. At some point after the touching a few weeks prior, the young Centaur had been so badly startled by the Earth/Lightning Titan shifting to his dragon form that he had collapsed, and been taken to a hospital pretty much instantly. While he had nearly perished, the healers had been able to fit him with bionic replacements for things that had simply shut down. He wasn't even supposed to be out now, but his recovery had been going decent. When the hatching started, the hospital he was at was notified, but at first, no one told him. He had woken to the strange voices calling him in his mind, but was so groggy, he didn't recognize them as real, and almost dismissed them. He had found out it was really happening though only because someone on a bed next to his had gotten a call from an excited candidate telling a parent all about it. He became disappointed. He was going to miss the hatching. He laid back in his bed, chest still sore, his hooved legs curled. His sister was there now, probably only because the hospital didn't allow visitors this late. His eyes slid to the table next to him, though, and he began to form a plan. The Titan had said to ask for anything he needed. Well, it was time to call in a favor, literally....But he had to do it quietly, or else the doctors might catch on- So he texted the titan. 'Hey, do you think you could get me to the hatching? The doctors haven't let me out yet...I don't want to miss it.' He hit send, and hoped the titan had learned to read. |
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| Senaru & Space Lagrange | Celestial Titan Selhanzilael | Tesla E. Dison & Lightning Kazrael | | Nivia & Air Kestrel | Carpediem & Glass Celiostiahle | | Xifeng | | Okamitahn and Viral Conquillettiddia | Humarzii & Floral Paradisio | Kairen & Sound Tonare | | Namiko & Water Umibuzo | Ice Tsuraine | Chaos Pandemonium| Prince Ahmduer Candidate | | Spirit Spectre | Bone Ancithelyn | Metal/Sound Carpathian | Seraphic Talherahiel | Celestial Mahasarmasael | Opt-In {Aesulla} | Celestial Mistoffelees | Senaru's Inventory | |
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| Capricorn | Feb 21 2017, 07:58 PM Post #17 |
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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Tag: Open (next dragon/rider?) Word Count: 1,772 The Titans seemed to stop singing, at some point, but the song of the seraphs above carried on for a little longer. That song too faded away, and a strange fog seemed to roll in. Anviel watched, for a moment concerned that perhaps something was wrong. A form appeared through the mist, moving so smoothly as to seem as though it was gliding. For a moment, the elf's heart skipped a beat, but the figure was distinctly draconic and not particularly big- a wyrmling. Its hatching must have gone unseen and unnoticed, one of the first, if not the very first, to hatch. It seemed to be a strange creature, walking upon the water with animal shapes forming from the clouds in its wake. It stopped suddenly, and appeared closer to the candidates, the creatures gaze floating over them. Anviel simply stared at it, awed to watch such a magnificent creature as it picked the one to bond to- at least, that's what it looked like it was doing. Light seemed to spill from the countless wispy tendrils that made up its mane. Briefly, it seemed to stop near an unfamiliar figure and another elf that could be recognized Prince Zemal, and Anviel watched with surprise and some amount of horror as the unfamiliar elf reached out his hand towards the young dragon. It was blasphemy to touch a newly-hatched wyrmling unless it was clear that it had chosen. The sound of whistles broke the relative quiet of the hatching complex, and the wyrmling seemed to move away from the two elves unfazed. It continued looking down the row of candidates, most of whom were still getting settled on the cloth to wait for the rest of the eggs to hatch. Anviel only looked away briefly, to see if any other wyrmlings had emerged and made their way to the candidates. Still drowsy, Anviel realized suddenly that the young dragon was coming towards her. Her thoughts were quick and almost frenzied, but there was no fear, only excitement. Sweetcelestialshe'slookingrightatme, was the gist of it. Still, nobody on the sands had yet bonded, and Anviel did not dare to let herself think that this beautiful creature was coming for her. That is, not until the wyrmling walked up close to her and spread her wings, bowing. Now Anviel could see how big the dragon really was- with its head up, it as tall as her, maybe half her height at the shoulder. Courtesy of the tendrils, it was long even as a wyrmling, the wispy strands stretching out far beyond the body proper. It bowed- it bowed to her- and Anviel just stood there, probably looking very silly, unable to take her eyes off this wyrmling. Some of it was the fact that she had just awoken, but Anviel almost refused to believe that it was happening. She wanted it to be happening, of course, but it felt just like a dream. If she were wise, she would've tried to escape the dream before waking with disappointment. But no, it was not a dream. The dragon pressed her delicate muzzle to the elf's chest, and Anviel could feel the crystal as it formed- she knew it was forming, it had to be. When the wyrmling pushed her muzzle away, Anviel could see the crystal that had formed, it seemed, within the young dragon's chest. Her skin- Anviel didn't know whether it was made up of scales or not- seemed to be partially transparent. The wyrmling's eyes seemed to be loving, that was the best way to describe it, filled with warmth and kindness and perhaps more. "My dear Anviel, it is I, Misuto! We are well met once again, out of the threads of time and space. Will you walk with me upon the path of life this world has brought to us?" "Yes," Anviel said, her voice sounding more like a squeak than anything. What else was she to say? Perhaps Misuto had not expected a response at all. Two of the wyrmling's words- once again- rung through her head and brought some confusion. They sometimes said that when a rider bonded after their dragon died, the dragon's soul came back in the form of the new wyrmling. But Anviel had never had a dragon, and Misuto had just hatched. Anviel realized after a moment that she was just standing there. She had been expecting to wait on the sands for a long time to see if a dragon would arrive for her. Reluctantly, Anviel slipped her laptop into her purse and shoved her blankets into it- this particular purse was large just for this purpose and had already been pre-packed for the hatching. She slung the bag around her arm and reached out towards Misuto's mane. It was soft, very soft, almost feeling as though it wasn't there. Anviel's hands gently touched the wyrmling's twisting horns. Misuto did not protest- in fact, she seemed to turn her head to look at Anviel with some amount of amusement. A Spirit, Anviel realized. They had covered a great many elements in class, and how to identify them. It didn't seem as though a great many spirit eggs had been expected, but the tendrils gave Misuto away as one, as strange a spirit as she may be. Another realization suddenly hit her- dragons needed to eat after hatching. "Misuto..." It felt strange for Anviel to say. "You must be hungry. Come on, I saw they set up the food carts over there." The elf gestured to a wall of the hatching complex. A number of questions swam through Anviel's head. Misuto was a Spirit elemental. Did Spirits need to eat? Of course they did, they were still dragons after all. Wait a moment, riders obtained the elements of the dragons they bonded to- did that mean she would start seeing ghosts? Would she lose power over the water element that she had gotten so familiar with? Of course, either of those would be completely normal and expected for a newly-bonded candidate, but it was different to actually face that in reality. "Let us eat, then. You must be hungry too, awakening so swiftly at this unholy hour of the morning," Misuto declared. A calming feeling came over the newly-forged bond, and although it was subtle, the gesture did not go unappreciated. "Fear not, rider mine, this path we face together. Must you know, while Spirit is something over which I hold dominion, Air and Water are within my grasp as well." The words, as well as Misuto's presence in general, were comforting. Anviel couldn't help but be in awe of this young creature, who did not seem to be nearly as young as she was. The wyrmling, with knowledge and so many memories already present, did not comment on Anviel's thoughts. Not yet. That would come in due time, as it had before- now was a moment for celebration. Misuto's body was still very young, and Anviel was correct in her assumption that she needed to eat. They walked together across the covered sands, still sparsely populated in this area as the rest of the candidates settled down. They were the first wyrmling pair, so it seemed, to arrive where the food was. Most of the people charged with distributing it seemed to be just as tired as the candidates were. What did they even have? Anviel looked to see if there was a menu or anything. While she was hungry herself, her main concern was the newly-hatched dragon. One of the nearest workers, sighting the newly bonded pair, came over to assist. "Pizza is usually popular with wyrmlings," he offered. Anviel looked to Misuto, who for the first time, seemed to stop for a moment to think. "I'll try some pizza, then," she decided. "And it would be most wonderful if you could find something for my rider as well. Perhaps some sort of breakfast?" The worker moved quickly to fetch what the dragon had requested. It didn't take long before it had arrived, a box of pizza topped by some pancakes on a plate. Anviel, with the help of the food cart worker, put these things on the ground a short ways away from the food cart, far enough away so that they wouldn't disturb other dragons or candidates looking for a meal. The elf slid off her pancakes and opened the box, revealing the pre-cut slices, which Misuto inspected with interest. The wyrmling slid one piece out and ate it quickly with little grace, betraying her hunger somewhat, while Anviel had not even started to eat her pancakes. The elf wondered what to do next. She had half a mind to text her brother and his dragon, but what was there to say? How could she possibly summarize what had happened? There was also the fact that it seemed somewhat disrespectful to bond to a dragon and immediately get busy on the phone. "Others will come," Misuto said. "The hatching is still young and many hours are ahead." She added, with some amount of thoughtfulness, "Many souls have chosen this day to enter the world, some ancient. Sacred indeed." Her eyes scanned the hatching complex, resting for a long moment on the great Seraphic egg that towered above them all. There was no fear, only interest, and perhaps something else. Anviel watched the sands, curious to see if any other dragons had yet hatched. She was, of course, not hoping that one of them would choose her- that part was already over. It was a genuine desire to see new bonded pairs form for their own sake. Some of it was curiousity, too. There were many eggs on the sands this year from a wide variety of backgrounds, and Anviel couldn't help but wonder what they would turn out to be. "We can greet the newly hatched, if that is your wish," Misuto offered. "Perhaps even share this pizza. I am not particularly hungry, and I myself am eager to meet those that will hatch this day." Anviel hesitated for a moment, but nodded. "I'd like that," she said, beginning to feel even more comfortable with Misuto's presence. It was starting to sink in now. Their only apparent goal for the hatching, thus far, had been to meet and bond. With that accomplished, all there was to do now was wait, and see what the rest of the day brought. The last few hatchings had not been uneventful, after all, and Misuto was well aware that even on her first day in this body, there might be a need for her. |
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| Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto | Weather/Ice Venria | Crystal/Earth Prince Chalcedon | Fire/Viral Xensuneos | Half-Dragon Eiadris Tellecosta | [slot] | [slot] | [slot] Capricorn's Inventory | |
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| Rayeness | Feb 21 2017, 08:17 PM Post #18 |
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The Big Day Tag: Nox Word Count: 505 Selena was lost in her music and generally minding her own business, she hadn’t expected many people to really talk to her. Sure she had a few friends but they were all busy at the moment off doing stuff and associating with other people at the moment. Which Selena told herself was fine, but she didn’t want to admit her own jealousy even to herself. There was a creeping feeling that the few people she had made friends with would replace her. Selena used her music to bury those feelings as something metal came on and the sound of heavy guitars filled her ears. It made her feel much better all in all, besides who wouldn’t want to be Back in Black? Selena took a moment to look around the hatch grounds, simply taking everything in. It was slowly dawning on her simply how many candidates there were, sure she knew there were a lot but the real possibility that some of them wouldn’t be bonding that day was setting in on her and her worries came back ten fold. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself and then nodded, she would be fine. This was going to be a good day, she hoped...she really hoped. It was all she could do to keep from worrying her head off. She kept playing with her hair, even though she could hear her mother warning her that it would all fall off if she didn’t stop twisting it, still it was a nervous tick and one she had trouble dropping. The first egg hatched quicker than Selena thought it would. She sat up a bit to get a better view. Her eyes went wide when she first saw the dragon, it was beautiful. She smiled when the dragon found its partner and nodded to herself, if she got a dragon she imagined it would be an earth, probably something big and stout...she figured that was the sort of dragon that would find her attractive. She still kept a single earbud in as the eggs began to hatch, no one told her she couldn’t after all! The dragon was a thing of beauty and grace, for a moment Selena wished it was hers but when she went over to Anviel Selena nodded some. She wouldn’t know what to do with such a dragon anyway! Her attention was drawn away from the dragon by Nox. She blinked a bit and pulled the one headphone out of her ear and nodded “Oh yeah, sure...I mean, if you want.” she nodded. She had never spoken to him before, but she was always open to sit with more people. Selena scooted over a bit to make room for him “I’m Selena by the way.” She offered him a hand “This your first hatching?” She asked, after all she knew sometimes people didn’t bond and simply tried again next year! |
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| Thalron | Feb 21 2017, 08:40 PM Post #19 |
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Averon Tag: Idazon WC: 567 Averon was... Not the most punctual, or enthusiastic individual by far, even in the best of circumstances, and these were anything but the best. He sort of opened his eyes when he heard the voice, then glanced around the room. No one was in there, and he briefly thought he might have imagined it except a moment later a small alarm went off and Akiko leapt up onto the bed. Practically squashing his face into the soft cushions.. Oof. "Ten more... Days..." he flailed an arm at her weakly, but she just grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him off the bed. She could see that it would be another one of 'those' days, and grunted... Huffing out a small breath as she used her mental abilities to throw a coat on him, and pants, then sort of rolled him out of his room. In the common room he sort of got up and slumped his way over to the fridge, and ended up emptying most of what belonged to him into his coat then shut it... He looked like he was asleep for a moment, but a sharp noise from Akiko made him jump- fluttering into the air awkwardly as a dwarf dragon before he landed on her face and slumped. Myre was getting ready to go as well, he imagined, and when he caught sight of her he briefly pleaded for a ride since he knew Akiko would mess with him otherwise. It didn't seem to work though and Averon was left at the mercy of his Tragendire once again... Which, he could have easily avoided by just walking there himself. "Now you're really gonna get it." She said with a cackle, then started out the door, seeming to be in a rather good mood at the moment. "Nooo... Whatever shall I do..?" he responded in mock horror, his head flopping to the side and going limp as if he fainted. He opened an eye a moment later, and nearly flailed off the Tragendire as he caught a glimpse while she was yawning and was surprised by the amount of sharp teeth in his vision... Deciding to back up a bit more so he was more on her shoulders rather than dangling half off her snout. He still felt very groggy though, and the world seemed dark and clouded, the sounds echoing down the hall didn't help him wake up any more either. He saw the gates approaching, but his vision blurred and seemed to fade to black again as he fell back to sleep with that strange heavenly tune present everywhere. Peace was not something he was allowed for terribly long though, as he felt a clawed paw suddenly grasp him around the middle. He squeaked and jolted slightly awake before he was chucked unceremoniously (though perhaps traditionally) towards the sands. Everything was dark, but at least he could spot most of the candidates due to the flashlights and such. He pulled up in what he assumed was an empty area, only to find that it was not. Instead, there was a rather familiar black shape. The shape greatly resembled the hind end of a centaur. He attempted to stall and backpedal but it was far too late by the time he noticed the black shape in the darkness that he ended up colliding headlong against it. ...Could have been worse. Probably. |
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| Sojourn | Feb 21 2017, 09:15 PM Post #20 |
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The Wanderer
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Myre Awaken young one... The voice threaded itself through the odd space between wakefulness and dreaming. Myre felt brief confusion at the intrusion. The time has come, and they await you. Awake! it came more insistent, and Myre stirred, sitting up from where she'd fallen asleep on the small pallet of cushions. The room was dark, but a blinking light disturbing the quiet every few seconds as it flicked on and off were enough to catch her attention and cause her heart to jolt. Oh. So it was time for that. She squinted at the clock and let out a low groan, with-holding a curse. It was so early. Why did they have to decide to do this now? Couldn't they have waited until dawn? After breakfast? Grumbling, Myre called for the lights to power on low, illuminating the room dimly. Ngoloko cracked open an eye and raised her head questioningly, but Myre waved her off. "Hatching. Go back to sleep. I'll be back soon enough." The Tragendire appeared as sleepy as she felt, for she didn't argue, and put her head back on her paws and shut her eyes. Myre pulled on some clothes and brushed out her bed head with her fingers, weaving them between strands before tying what she could of the mess of her mane and hair back into a large, loose braid. It wasn't the prettiest, but it would have to do. She reached over beside her bed for a bag she'd packed a few days ago. They'd been told it would be for the best if they'd had things that would occupy their time while they were on the sands, since they could very well be there for hours. Over a day even. Myre sighed wearily at the thought, and hoped that at least there'd be food. A brief part of her wondered what sort of chaos might come to pass now. Everything revolving around dragons had certainly been interesting, after all. She had an entire journal detailing events since she'd arrived, from the Tragendire to watching a Death Titan punch a Technology Titan straight into the ocean. Things just kept happening. She smirked a little, shrugged, and looped her back over a shoulder before walking out of her room and into the commons she shared with Averon. Averon was there, looking ridiculously tired, and it seemed only Akiko was his means of making sure that he was actually active and readily there for the hatching when it happened. Myre chuckled, giving pause when Averon pleaded her for a ride. Myre laughed. "You're too big, and I'm too tired." She waved, wiggling her fingers at him as she opened the door and trotted out, "Make sure you're not late! Wouldn't it be terrible if your dragon missed you." She couldn't quite find the energy to pick up into a canter as she left and moved through the halls, and the brisk trot she'd set soon turned into a sedate walk as the initial thrill of adrenaline and energy died off, exhaustion and gentle wonder replacing it as she arrived at the gates to the sands. Above, the host gleamed, and the stars crowned them above as space stretched across the dome. She could only stare in awe as she arrived to the space designated for the candidates, and leaned back, eyes already feeling heavy. The song of the sky, though belittling, was comforting, and the fading song of the Titans could be a powerful lullaby if she let it. She wondered if anyone would have an issue with her dozing off...It was quite early, and the dome was dim and calm, hushed as they awaited the energy to come with the new arrivals to the world. Myre's eyes slipped shut as she listened quiety, nodding occasionally as the challenge to stay awake became a bit more of a struggle. Words of greeting came amongst the candidates, and Myre stirred slowly, feeling leaden against the sleep that had tried to reclaim her. A dragon stood before a boy. The first of them had bonded. A tired smile worked onto her face at their new bond, an indication that the hatching had well and truly begun. (705 words) |
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