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| Keepers of the Sun & Stars; Aesulla Hatching | |
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| Senaru | Feb 22 2017, 10:25 PM Post #41 |
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Omnicient Creator
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Her gaze turned, though, and lingered upon the triple-element Spirit-air-water. She smiled, recognition in her eyes. A voice to her side took her attention though, and she drew her eyes away from the bonding to peer at Lysander as he spoke. For a moment, she said nothing, her head turning back to the grounds, a heaviness upon her. But he was rewarded with a smile the longer he spoke. “Yes, it is indeed going well,...” she started, thinking for a moment. “You study the long ago, original verses and histories with Ygg, correct?” she asked, but did not pause for him to answer. “Tell me, what do you see?” she gestured at the hatchlings, and the Host above and what looked like the gateway of heaven. More specifically, though, if he was watching, she was gesturing to the misting dragon. “Does it not feel as if history is beginning again? Ironic, considering....” she paused, but shook her head softly, her long, golden white hair flowing with her motion. The High Elven Empress rested a hand upon the side of her head as she listened and thought things over, looking to Lysander again as he spoke of Zemal. He had hit a chord that resonated in her. A whisper of her old life and brightness seemed to fly over her features as she smiled, true and sincere. “I am always proud of him, now and eternally. Yggdrasil knows many things, and it may well be so.” The way she said that sounded like she knew more than she was saying. “It's as if the world is holding its breath, isn't it?” she asked, commenting on the moments of silence between hatchlings. Out of nowhere, though, the Empress leaned back in her cushioned seat and looked as if she were resting, quite soundly, even. After a few minutes, though, she sat up and put her arms on the table in front of herself, looking a little impish. “Have you proposed yet?” she asked of the Priest, right about when her son approached. Her expression changed, softly holding him in her gaze, unsure and perhaps afraid. He set the talisman on the table. Her heart felt like it was crashing- was he about to give it back or disown it? Instead, he was filled with thanks and doubt, her eyes were soft and kind as he sat and spoke. She lifted the talisman up and turned it over, a hand tracing over the inscription on the back. “My son, this has always been yours. It will always be, now and eons from now. Take it and wear it with pride....Hmm,...” she considered the inscription carefully. It was in the Old Way, written as elvish words once were, similar, but different. “I suppose you may not have been able to decipher it's meaning,...Luckilly, we have an expert right here who probably can.” She smiled- She could have read it to him, but felt perhaps, if he and the Priest could figure it out, it would mean more. He knew history, and historical figures- would be able to piece out that this item once belonged to an ancient high elf of Zemal's namesake, indeed, for whom he had been named. |
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| Isra | Feb 22 2017, 10:47 PM Post #42 |
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Proxy; tag Torrent, Misuto (briefly), Maksim/Bolero. (601 words) While his brother seemed fascinated with Misuto, Proxy gave her little more than a passing glance. She was interesting, a curious creature, to be sure, but she was a little, well... bland. No lights, no shifting markings aside from the strange whispy mists that surrounded her. What a very sad existence that must be, to have to rely simply on word or thought to communicate. A ripple ran through the luminous markings that coursed over his body, a shudder of apprehension for such a fate. Those means were so very singular when compared to the easy multiplicity and non-lingual forms of communication he and Torrent shared. Still, he gave her a little waggle of his fingers as he headed for the food stand in order to soothe the ache in his belly. The pizza that Torrent showed to him was truly glorious to behold, but a fractional part of Proxy's mind was already plying through websites and digging through databases to learn as much as he could about this glorious sustenance at his disposal. There was so much of it, so many types and flavors and forms. Various images of pasta, pie, burger, cake, escargot, sushi, an endless parade of foods, flashed over his visor as he stood before the chef and munched a piece of pizza snagged from Torrent's box. Alas, this only seemed to confuse the poor man, and Proxy heaved a digitalized sigh before he forced himself to slow down. A picture of sushi passed over his face plate again, followed immediately by a question mark. Then there was escargot and another question mark. Cake began to pop up but the man was shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders, earning him an annoyed blat of noise from the Sonic. Fine then. He'd speak plainly. Another image of a dish he wished to sample popped up on his visor, the words 'pad thai' popping up helpfully beneath it. To further erase any doubt as to his wishes, a second image immediately followed it and remained there until the chef, grumbling about how dragons ought to just be grateful for the pizza, finally seemed to get the picture and turned around to prepare the dish. With his needs apparently understood, Proxy turned to Torrent and slowly shook his head before another series of images flicked across his visor. (* ̄m ̄) 🍜 ┻━┻︵ヽ(`Д´)ノ︵ ┻━┻ Thankfully he didn't have long to wait before the steaming dish was set before him. Proxy gave a happy little chirp and a ^ㅂ^ for the man's troubles before he dug in for a large mouthful. He chewed for a minute and then stopped, a curious thing happening; the color on his feet deepened from its default orange to a fiery, pulsing red, a hue that gradually worked all the way up to the top of his head. A shrill teakettle whistle emanated from the Sonic as he danced back and forth from foot to foot, looking at Torrent a bit frantically. Σ(゚Д゚) Σ(゚Д゚) ( ´Д`) ( ´Д`) ●~* Pad thai was spicy. Pad thai was very spicy. That did not stop Proxy from devouring the entire bowl full plus two more before he finally counted himself sated and let his attention wander. While Misuto might not have caught his attention, Bolero certainly did; he watched her performance with rapt attention, adding a low baseline to Torrent's soft additions to her music. When the performance ended and she'd found her bonded, Proxy did not even bother with applause before making a beeline right for her and Maksim, blithely expecting his twin to follow. 🎼 💗 \(◎o◎)/! (/◕ヮ◕)/ |
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| Thalron | Feb 22 2017, 11:14 PM Post #43 |
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Shockingly Shocking
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Thalron Tag: Ahmduer, Azarahl, Idazon, Rhoan WC: 612 After their landing he was looking around at the candidates with interest, he noticed Idazon too when it was pointed out, but shrugged and headed in that direction with Ahmduer. He didn't have anything to do at the moment, except possibly go and see how a couple of his friends nests were going... Though so close to the hatching, he decided maybe it would be better to just stay away. He brushed some of the static off his shoulders and straightened his shirt. It was... Uncomfortable. It looked a lot like the candidate uniforms, except was blue and gold and without any of the identifying symbols on it. It was too bad you had to wear clothes in ones human form. "I didn't see Rhoan here yet, but I bet she's coming!" He said happily as they wandered towards Idazon, who was apparently running around or something with a dwarf dragon. His attention was drawn to the squishy cat that waddled into the candidates, and he ended up pointing it out. "Look! It's a uh... Cat slug! Cag, cug, clug.. Hmm.. Calug? It's cute." He looked back at Ahmduer and eyed the medical blanket and whatnot that he was wearing. Thinking about it for a moment, he disappeared in a flash once more, then reappeared with a random bundle of the small centaurs candidate clothes. He helped the other take off the medical gown, and then quickly put on the candidate outfit. The task was somewhat distracted by the performance of Bolero, as the two likely stared and listened to it for awhile. They had nearly reached Idazon before all this had taken place, so the black centaur was within easy earshot of anything that was said, but the titan was easily distracted and unfortunately acted about as quickly as he thought... Or perhaps even a little quicker. When the dragon bonded he looked back to Ahmduer and continued. It took a little longer than expected thanks to the awkwardness of Ahm, and one or two articles of clothing being put on backwards initially. He had just finished helping dress up Ahmduer when someone hit him on the back of the head, when it happened the ground gave a slight shudder as if it flinched at the same time as he did. Thankfully there was no catastrophic, or earth shattering events associated with it. Instead he just turned around and crossed his arms, a rather cheeky grin plastered across his face. "Well I would have but I didn't know any of you were there! Ahmduer just said to grab him, and when I found him all the lights and stuff were out." he paused as he thought about the burnt outline, that sounded cool. "I didn't know it left a charred outline... I bet I could do some cool art with that." he said absentmindedly, before snapping back to reality again. "Why were you there instead of here anyways! You could have made some baby dragon reallly sad, FOREVER." there was a crack of thunder in the distance when he said that last bit, and his eyes briefly glowed golden, body shadowed by the strike. It would have been ominous if he wasn't smiling like a goofball. "Hey, there's Rhoan!" He said as he waved in the direction of the other 'innocent' person in the hatchery. "I bet I could throw you there from here." he offered the small centaur. Demonstrating his intelligence and critical thinking. Although really, he was just joking. He wouldn't throw someone that had recently been through the surgeries and whatnot that Ahmduer had... Unless he... Hmm... Nah, too dangerous. Okay maybe he'd do it. But he didn't. |
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| Jackins | Feb 22 2017, 11:29 PM Post #44 |
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Rock on Gold Dust Woman
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Braelyn arrives, Open Words: 573 The time Titan’s words were stuck in Braelyn’s mind, no matter how badly she wished that she could shake them. Knowing that she was unlikely to bond on the sands made the little centaur immensely nervous about still remaining in Aesulla. They had a diplomatic mission to accomplish here, sure. But with so few of them-if any of them- were expected to find a partner in the Hatchery of Light, it seemed an almost perfect reason to let them go home. She missed the plains and the familiar toil of the outdoors. So much of the tropical city’s natural features were overpowered by artificial structures and sensory input. Physical fitness was something to do in the meantime, but it felt artificial in comparison to home. All of her worries and wishes made sleep a very uncomfortable prospect and the little centaur It is time! The voice in Braelyn’s head was both angelic and tinged with excitement. But for the life of the little fjord, she could not seem to bring herself to move. It was much too early for her to care about what was going on in the real world and here was someone messing around directly in her mind. With an uncomfortable groan she curled up tighter around her body pillow and hoped the voices would stop. Braelyn! The Hatching is upon us! You are needed on the hatching Grounds! There was no respite from the machinations of dragons, clearly. With a huff and a flick of her tail, Brae’s eyes fluttered open to stare into the darkness. She pinned her ears as she scanned the room for her roommate, only to find that the other had already left without so much as the courtesy of rousing her. Typical. “No fighting it now, I suppose.” Brae gathered herself up on wobbly legs before shaking the sleep out of each. She pulled on one of the less formal candidate caparisons she had before rummaging for snacks and making her way to the hatching grounds as the green light in the room continued to blink in silent admonishment. All the way to the grounds, little wilted ice flowers cropped up from her hoof prints. Even the stars above could not improve her mood, nor did the first of the hatchlings, despite her beauty. She finally found a place to settle down. The edge of the white tarp closest to the door was largely unoccupied and Brae curled up comfortably in that space so that she could make a quick exit when the time came. The only thing left to do was wait. Despite her conflicted feelings about the event however, the hatchlings still managed to put on quite the show. The sonic twins were something else entirely. Their hearts were truly Aesullan in nature, which in a way made them rather alien to her. The burgundy and gold was a sight to behold. Her musical tastes were far more similar to Brae’s own preferences-at least it sounded like music in that sense. With the music that the other candidate was already playing, it seemed a match well made. But sitting and watching so early in the morning when one’s heart wasn’t really into it was more than the little fjord could take. With the noise-and music for some-settling down, her head lulled softly and the tiny grey centaur found herself dozing quietly by herself. |
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| Silver | Feb 22 2017, 11:38 PM Post #45 |
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Lysander to Alistiana and Zemal Word Count: 798 At first, he worried that he might have overstepped his boundaries with the Empress. Was she mad at him for--? He had heard that some riders were overly protective of their dragons, and while Alistiana never seemed to be upset, he could perfectly understand if she found the nature of their relationship unsavory. He paused with that thought, and then exhaled slowly. No, he told himself. There was nothing unsavory about their relationship. They were gentle and kind to one another, and enjoyed each other immensely. That extended to every part of their relationship: Even simply sitting silently in the same room with Yggdrasil was peaceful. He puffed himself up slightly, ready to defend himself against any accusations, and immediately deflated as she spoke. Oh. He'd gotten himself worked up over nothing, hadn't he? His heart raced, and he slumped back into his chair, one hand lightly on his chest as he shut his eyes. Daisy immediately lightly reared up from where he'd set her on the floor, her paws on his chest. She nosed worriedly at the monitor he wore as his arms wrapped around her neck. Not now, He worried to himself, face flushed with embarrassment. Please not now! Thankfully, his body quickly recovered from the moment of stress, and Daisy settled down. He released a long breath, and then smiled tiredly at th Empress. "I do," He confirmed. "She's been kind enough to allow me to see some of the original texts. It's quite fascinating," He continued on with more enthusiasm, eyes turned bright. "You never do realize how much is lost in translation unless you've seen the original texts. Some people might think it's mostly fluff, but I disagree." He chatted away, happy to have someone to share hose moments with. He knew that a privilege he'd been awarded, and Alistania would likely realize the gravity of it even if no one else did. Her question made him pause, however, and he tilted his head in consideration. He cast his eyes back toward the Hatching, one hand placed lightly over his mouth as he pondered. "Maybe," He agreed after a few moments. "But then, it is believed that we simply circle," He reminded her, even as he made an 'O' with one of his hands. "All of our souls travel through different vessels at one point or another. Even dragon souls, I imagine." It wasn't the nature of the phenomenon which was astounding (although it was, but that was a conversation for another day), but the fact that so many of the dragons were reappearing at once. Was it an omen? He was distracted when Zemal approached, and he quickly offered the prince a smile. They'd only met once before, but he found the prince to be pleasant and polite. Some royalty, he'd found from listening to the ambassadors around him speak, could be a touch arrogant. Not Zemal. however. The elf appeared to be honest and hard working, and these two traits would serve him well in his role as prince. His gaze drifted to Yggdrasil as the Empress spoke with her son, his hands folded serenely in his lap. He looked back at the sound of his name, however, and he blinked curiously before he peered at the talisman as it was handed over. He curled the cord thoughtfully around his hand and squinted at the letters. His Old Elven was a touch rusty. He cleared his throat as he looked over the words and began to puzzle them out. He recognized a few words at once: The Celestial and her Escort. Talixarra, a dragon of great renown. He gave a soft sniff. "I--Hm." He took his time, but did manage to sort most of the words out. "It's like a prayer," He explained to the prince. "A prayer for you, more exactly. Or--The first Prince Zemal." He rubbed his thumb lightly over the talisman. How old was it? "It's offering blessings," He continued, and then laughed softly. "Perhaps I should just read it aloud. Have you puzzled it over, too? " He glanced at the prince, wondering if he'd come to the same translations. "'Prince Zemal of light," He began to recite from the stone, "returned from the Garden of Eternity; May this talisman bring you courage, hope, serenity and honor; In the Dawn of a new age. Selhanzilael's blessing shines upon you in the darkest hour. Enochiel's wisdom guides you though uncertain times. Talixarra's strength and love be with you always.'" He read slowly and carefully, before he glanced up at Alistania for clarification on his translation. He smiled at Zemal, and reverently handed the talisman back. "It appears you've played this part before," He informed the elf cheerfully. "It's no wonder you're well suited for it." |
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| Senaru | Feb 23 2017, 12:23 AM Post #46 |
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Omnicient Creator
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G o t t a g o.......B Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z ZZIP! The great cavern held hundreds of nests, and while dragons seemed to hatch in little bursts, there were also times where they tended to, well, lag behind a bit. Since the hatching of the languid and squishy dragon, a period of very little happened. A couple dragons appeared and bonded at the far end of the line, but for most of those waiting and watching, things were quite still. It was about 4:45AM by then, Aesulla time. Many people and dragons were growing tired. When the interval on hatchlings became more than an hour, some of the assistants began to pass out early breakfasts and coffee, tea, cocoa or cider out. For the audience, food was also being handed out, mostly so people didn't just conk out and miss things. At the nest of Ahtian and Paradisio, however, rest was not so easy to come by. Their egg was incessantly spinning, making a whirrrrrring noise, and stopping. It had been doing this for a while now, once in a while ever since the touching, but increasingly more often and for longer at a time. Tonight, it had begun spinning around 1:40, and it had. Not. Stopped. Disio was just about out of his mind from the whirring noise, and Ahtian probably wasn't too thrilled with it either. Why hadn't the time dragons taken THIS egg instead, disio silently thought to himself, but then shook his head. That was unkind- the dragon inside wasn't at fault for how it was. He had to be patient- but he was getting worried. The disk shaped egg had bulged out at the sides and was now perfectly spherical. Sparks cracked over its surface and it seemed to struggle, upset and spinning this way and that. Disio had had to catch it once, a few days ago, when it spun its way out of the nest. Later, he had dug a pit so it couldn't do that, and now it was just spinning in place, a few stone sheets around it to keep it centered. But the more this went on, the more worried he got, and so, he called for none other than...Kirhok Doomhammer, master hatching-grounds caretaker and emergency egg helper. He arrived a few minutes later, famous hammer strapped to his back. He was tall, taller than any elf most people had seen, thick in muscle, and long of beard. Elves did not typically look this way, one could be sure, nor were they usually named such. He stalked his way over, and once at the nest, listened to the situation. He hummed and thought, crouching down to have a closer look at the spinning egg. His foot pushed one of the thin, flat stone pieces Disio had set about the nest. It slid forward, just enough. This was all it took for the egg to gain traction on, and it shot forward with the force of a cannon ball, striking Kirhok square in the chest and sent him flying. The egg, meanwhile, was also sent flying, where it landed upon some of the still lingering light-walls that were slowly dissolving in the air from Proxy and Torrents epic flight. With electricity and bluetoned blur flaring, it shot over these with enough force that even in loops it didn't fall- the electric contact making the light-walls fade behind it- and it was so high up now, if it fell, surely there was nothing anyone could do. It pinged and ponged, bin-balled and looped, at some point the outer shell of the egg had to have vaporized off because suddenly the blur of blue had intensified, and about then the blur ran out of track, and shot off the end, where it hit the sand, throwing up steam and sand, and shot around the hatching ground. Elsewhere on the grounds, while this nonsense was going on, Narcida had been working still on the giant pair of necklaces, one gold chain-link at a time. She held one up to inspect it, and showed it to glos, also having some crystals from Valyss, to see which stone would pair well with it. No sooner had she lifted these, but the whirling blue thing shot through the ring. The ring itself, the crystals, and the ball had vanished entirely with a 'ding' sound. Less than a minute later, a cloud was shooting in the entrance of the hatchery across the ground, and abruptly stopped near the technopop twins. The ball faded and the shape of a bipedal dragon took its place, wearing an 'I ♥ Lomira' shirt, and had a chilidog in hand, with a wrapper from a place that only existed in Lomira. "Man, you really gotta hotfoot'it to get a good chilidog around here huh?" he said, with an early 90's california surfer accent. He looked almosy like a raptor, thinnly feathered, though where they were long they looked like quils, a sharp looking mohawk, which continued down his spine followed by an extremely thin body told enough about this running fiend. "You two make some great tracks, the name's Sonnuk. Okay, I Gotta Go!" he said, and his afterimage vanished before he even seemed to be completely done talking. Where he was off to was anyone's guess, but he was an enigma wrapped in a mystery and if anyone really tried to think too seriously about it, they'd probably lose their minds. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Sonnuk Ahtisio Gender ♂ Parents: ♀ Weather [Fire/Lightning] Ahtian x ♂ Floral/Solar Paradisio Element: Sonic/Lightning Personality: eccentric, cheerful, Speedy/Ansey/Anxious, cheesy/Lame Bonds to: Unbonded {Thalron} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #0600B0} ![]() [/align] |
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| Void | Feb 23 2017, 01:14 AM Post #47 |
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Meme Master
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Torrent Tag: Proxy, Maksim/Bolero, Mention Annae Word COunt: 525 Everything his brother pulled up about food Torrent instantly knew about it as well and as his brother decided on a noodle dish he still wasn’t sure what else he wanted. Munching on the last slice of pizza and watching his brother try to communicate with the chef, there was clearly something wrong with him if he could not understand such basic communication, he sifted through more delightful delicacies until his brother turned to him apparently finally getting through the dense man. (-‸ლ) ヽ(´ー`)┌ ( ´Д`)ノ(´・u ・`) Sharing with his brothers annoyance he comforted him while he looked up more food. His attention was distracted from his research at the shrill noise his brother was beginning to make. He hopped back and forth with his brother as if he could feel the intensity of the heat from the dish himself, and indeed perhaps he could somewhat from the data they shared together. \(゚д゚)/ \(゚д゚)/ <`ヘ´> ●~* Getting used to the spice Torrent calmed down and decided he liked it. After that though he wanted something to drink after that experience. Certain ones in particular sounded amazing, they had something special called carbonation. Suddenly brighter shades of blue flashed excited across his body as he found something. Frantically he turned the chef whom he did not even notice was a new one, the other one finding somewhere else to work that did not involve flashing pictures. Pictures flashed excitedly across his helmet not even giving the man a chance to try to piece what they were before bright colored words appeared pictures flashing in between them. RAMUNE ラムネ RAMUNE ラムネ RAMUNE ラムネ Once the assistant seemed to understand he turned to his brother flashing another picture of the Marble Soda and an image showing his great desire along with a new song. Having returned with multiple flavors Torrent snatched one up, Coconut it said, and pulled the plastic off the top already knowing how to open it and holding the plastic device pushed it into the top till an oh so satisfying popping noise followed by a tink of glass on glass drowned out by fizzing. Oh god that was more satisfying than he thought it was going to be. He grabbed another one and opened it his face flashing blissful satisfaction as he offered one to Proxy. (*°∀°)=3 As soon as his brother took off Torrent was right behind him looking at things that caught his interest similar images flooding his displays as he researched them till they reached Maksim and Bolero, the Lady of the moment. m(_ _)m (°o°) *o* 😍 She was beautiful indeed and her mastery of stringed instruments was made clear by her performance though he wanted to know more about how she had teleported in a pillar of light. His attention was suddenly torn away when out of the corner of his eye he noticed the newest hatchling begin to approach. He let out an excited squawking noise as he shook his brother's shoulder gesturing toward the Water/Toxin in a frantically excited manner. His whole body pulsed in rainbow and a catchy song began to play. O-O (=^·^=) \(◎o◎)/! \(◎o◎)/! |
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| Silver | Feb 23 2017, 05:54 AM Post #48 |
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Aloran to Vee Word Count: 611 Oh, no. He’d hurt her. He hadn’t done it on purpose, of course. And his statement hadn’t even been directly unkind, only thoughtless. He hadn’t taken time to consider that she might harbor some sort of affection towards him, and the realization that she did made him softly sigh. He’d wanted to leave Asuella without anything to regret, and it was perhaps for this reason he had been so determined to be alone. He hadn’t gone out of his way to make friends or interact unless he was certain the result would be meaningful, and he only now began to regret that course of action. What had he hoped to achieve with stubborn silence? He cursed himself softly for his own ignorance, his own proud determination to see this through alone. He reached out to rest a hand against her shoulder. He gave her a gentle squeeze, eyes soft. His smile was meant to be encouraging. “I will keep in contact even if I dod not bond,” He assured her. He was interested in her progress, and wished to see her succeed. He would do the same in his own way, of course. “And,” He added with a sly grin, “The day when your dragon is grown, you will be able to come visit,” He reminded her. “We are always honored to have a dragon among us. There are many things I could show you,” He added. “We live quite differently than you do. I imagine it would be like a breath of fresh air, away from techonology and the business of the city. We’re busy in our own way,” He assured her, “But everything has purpose. You will understand when you see. “ He himself had no doubts that she would come away from this Hatching with a dragon partner. Strangely, a small part of him did long for the opportunity. Perhaps if he had been younger, like the others he traveled with, his path might have been different. Centaurs did, after all, hold dragons in high esteem. He could not deny that the thought of being partnered with one was inviting. He was simply a realist, and the reality of his situation was that he had already chosen his path in life, and would not be diverted from it. These youngsters still had plenty of time to decide what they wanted to do. He did no envy them, however. He found purpose in his work, and it was satisfying. “Try not to dwell on it,” He advised Vee after a short, peaceful break. He was content to watch the dragons hatch: A gorgeous musical fire dragon followed by a charming water. Astounding, how even at their hatching all the dragons had distinct and developed personalities. They were not at all like the mortal races, who developed their personalities over their lifetimes. Dragons were born knowing who they were and what their purpose was, which saved them a good amount of stumbling. They were evidence of the belief that souls circled, and were reborn again and again. He had no memory of past lives, but perhaps that was not true for dragons. He reminded himself to bring that question up later. “Have you eaten?” He asked Vee idly, eyes still focused on the Sands. It was early, and not many of them had taken the time to grab something ot eat before finding a place to sit. Young wyrmlings required a lot of work, and she might not have the chance to feed herself until much later, after her dragon was taken care of. Better to see to her own needs now. |
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| Silver | Feb 23 2017, 07:26 AM Post #49 |
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Maksim Bonding! Also to Proxy and Torrent, Zemal, Mistof, ect. Word Count: 1330 Maksim gave a slight wave of his hand as Zemal excused himself. He wasn’t so needy that he needed his friend beside him at every moment, but he could admit that he did feel some slight hint of bitterness. It wasn’t directed at Zemal, of course, but rather at his own situation. Zemal, who barely knew his mother, was still being watched over, nurtured, made much of. He didn’t necessarily want an Empress as a parent, but it must be nice to have a family who took an active interest in what he was doing. His parents weren’t bad people, to be completely fair. They were simply stubborn, and certainly didn’t believe that the life of a military dragonrider was one suited to their son. He could even see their point, a little. He’d practically had a career dropped into his lap at the age of seven. He had an opportunity very few other people had, and in their eyes, he was determined to squander it. They also didn’t really beleive he’d bond to a dragon in his first Hatching, and he had promised them he’d come home if he didn’t attach to a dragon. They also weren’t here. He’d received an e-mail from his mother a couple days prior, a usual letter reminding him to be safe, to be smart, and that he could always come home wheneve he wanted. She also let him know that neither she nor his father would be attending the Hatching. There simply wasn’t time to take away from their work, and excuse he knew was empty. Most, if not all employers allowed immediate family leave in order to watch a family member Bond. They wouldn’t have even had to pay for much of anything, and they still hadn’t come. That hurt. He relayed as much to Mistof, pounded away at his tablet with angry jabs of his fingers. I can’t believe they didn’t come, He wrote. I can get them, Mistof offered, and Maksim simply sent a thumb’s-down emote in response. There was no use. If his parents didn’t want to come, he wasn’t going to push the issue. Bringing them along by force wasn’t going to fix anything. He sighed and stretched his legs out as he set his violin back in its case. It wasn’t his best one, rather one of the couple he used for practice. It still had a good sound, but it was the one he wouldn’t miss if there was to be an accident on the Sands. He didn’t even feel bad using the case as a pillow as he laid back, determiend to get a wink of sleep as long as the Hatcihng appeared to have reached a lull. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. They twitched open at the sound of music. He’d never heard music like this before. It wove and sprang from one emotion to the other, seeminglh effortlessly. The draw on the strings was so sweet and sad at some parts he nearly felt like weeping, and at others so vivid and exciting he could feel his feet twitch. He sat up, pointed ears giving a twitch. He took his breath in as he saw her, the hatchling in the spotlight, sawing away at her instrument. His heart pounded. He knew at once she was the wyrmling from the stringed egg. He didn’t need the shells to be certain; He felt it as the music shook his soul. He covered his mouth with one hand, entranced by her performance. She was every inch a glorious creature, coated in wine and gold. He yearned for her in a way he couldn’t quite explain, and looked wildly around the group in a search for Fae. She mustn’t go to Fae, he told himself. Hadn’t she been the only other Candidate to play her egg? He dug his fingers into the tarp, and looked wildly back at the Sands as a startled gasp rose up around the Candidates. He looked back just in time to see a blast of fire, and he lifted one hand as if to protect himself from the blaze. When it died down, he gave a little cry: She was gone. His heart raced and his lip trembled slightly. She couldn’t go. The sonic twins hadn’t bonded, could this one be destined to a solitary life as well? His fears were assuaged as she appeared right before him, gleaming and perfect. She dropped down onto all four limbs, and time seemed to stop as she lowered her head and pressed her forehead gently against his chest. Warmth burst from the spot in rippling waves and left him momentarily speechless. The heat didn’t hurt, and instead filled him with a strange feeling of deep satisfation and belonging. It was inexplainable to anyone who hadn’t ever felt the same thing. "My dear Maksim, the music is all around us. All you have to do...Is listen. It is within all of us, since the whisper of the stars to the last beating heart. I am once more at your side, I am Bolero. May our song never end." She spoke in a voice so soft, so comforting and sweet that he could immediately feel a lump in his throat. The last thing he wanted was to weep in front of the rest of the Candidates, but he felt powerless as the emotions crashed down upon him: Relief, delight, awe, and yes, even a tiny bit of fear. He wrapped his arms around her neck and pressed his face into her shoulder to hide the sound as he began to bawl. Bolero stood sturdy, her delicate stringed wings brought forward as if to wrap around him. ”It’s alright, Maksim,” She crooned to him. ”Don’t cry.” “I’m not,” He sniffled into her neck. He leaned back to wipe his eyes with his sleeve as his hands swept over her face, along her perfect cheeks and down her neck. He could feel eyes on the back of his neck, but for once didn’t have a biting comment. They could laugh all they wanted as far as he was concerned. His legs wobbled as he got to his feet. He needed to go feed his dragon, and he wanted to be away from the rest of the Candidates. Was it selfish to want her all to himself? “Wait--“ He turned, one arm draped around Bolero’s shoulders as he glanced back at his belongings on the tarp. “My things--“ “We’ll get them,” One of the hatching attendants assured him. “Go on.” And he would have loved to, except that they were accosted the moment he and Bolero neared the feeding table. There were all kinds of food here for dragons and Candidates alike, but Maksim wasn’t worried about feeding himself, and he wanted to shoo the twins away, but Bolero had other ideas. She was a performer, after all, and she was good to her fans. The dragon half-spread her wings and dipped her head in acknowledgement of the praise. ”I’m delighted you enjoyed it,” She gushed graciously. ”I heard part of your performance as well,” She added. ”You and your brother are quite talented. I don’t doubt we could make beautiful music together.” “Bolero,” Maksim worried. “Aren’t you hungry?” ”Yes,” She acknowledged with a gentle touch of her nose to Maksim’s shoulder. He still hadn’t ceased tougching her, stroking over her neck and shoulders. Her wings shivered slightly in response to the positive attention as she tilted her head at Proxy. ”Have you two eaten? You should join us.” |
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| Silver | Feb 23 2017, 07:52 AM Post #50 |
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Vesparion (Open), reacting to Sonnuk Word Count: 622 Not to sound like a child, but the Hatching really did feel like it was crawling by. Dragons hatched at irregular intervals, and the rest of hte time was filled with muted conversations. There wasn’t even anything to be gained from watching the Candidates, most of whom were either involved with keeping themselves occupied or had the good sense to try and get some sleep during the lulls. Vesparion had no such luxury. Part of him wondered if being here was even worth his time. What was he trying to do, really? He held no illusions of grandeur. He knew that he was as likely to bond to a dragon as an infant. Certainly, a small part of him hoped that maybe he might be able to attract something, but Bonding to people other than Candidates was rare (albeit not unheard of). Primarily, he was here to watch Tytus. And so far, he was bored. There were other distractions, occasionally. He enjoyed watching the misty creature move across the Sands, and though he found the twins’ performance to be glaringly obnoxious, they were certainly interesting to look at. The ones who followed were of less interest to him, and his gaze occasionally flickered back to where the misty dragon stood with her rider. A remakrable, beautiful creature. So far, in his opinion, none of the other hatchlings began to compare. The twins were loud, the water dragon was sweet, and the fire dragon was talented, but none of them held the first dragon’s subdued charm and mystery. Still. There really wasn’t much to be gleaned from his event, was there? Tytus spoke to his dragon and attended to her. He mingled with the other riders who were near him. Other then that, he didn’t do much of anything. Had his pet always been so dull? Perhaps becoming a dragonrider wasn’t all it was made out to be. His dragon might be glorious, but so far her eggs were less astonishing. They didn’t seem to be keen on doing anything, and while Vesparion was a patient man, he didn’t like seeing his time wasted. Perhaps he ought to go. He nearly shut his laptop when there was an abrupt change down in the Sands. He immediately sought out the source of the noise and leaned forward in his seat when he realized it was coming from Ahtian’s nest. His interest immediately piqued; What sort of wonderful creature would she hatch? If her wyrmling was anything like her, the hatchling was sure to be glorious, powerful, a force to be reckoned with-- But the egg disappeared. He blinked, and his eyes darted all across the Sands as he looked for any sign of a wyrmling. The fire dragon had already proved that some of the beasts present here today were capable of teleportation, perhaps the youngster had simply gone somewhere else? He didn’t have to wait long for his answer. A wyrmling appeared on the sands with a clap of thunder, gangly-legged and... Dressed in a t-shirt? He leaned immediately back in his chair as he watched the hatchling on the mega screen. His mouth was slightly ajar, eyes wide until the wyrmling once again disappeared from the sands. Slowly, he began to laugh. It started politely of course, lightly behind his hand, before it turned into something a bit stronger. What a remakrable idiot of a beast! He lightly slapped the armrest of his chair in his mirth, overcome with amusement. In general, he didn’t like being wrong, but in this case, the situation was so incredibly ironic that he had to laugh. Ah, hell. What an impressive beast indeed. He had no doubt that both Ahtian and Tytus must be exceedingly proud. |
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| Rayeness | Feb 23 2017, 12:05 PM Post #51 |
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The Big Day Tag: Nox ”Oh yeah first time here.” Selena said with a nod and then looked up as the twins hatched, she chuckled a bit and nodded ”They’re super impressive.” She nodded and clapped when everyone else seemed to clap. The twins were really cool, she knew they would be a handful too that was until the next egg hatched and Selena joined in with the number of awws in the stadium. The dragon was adorable, and while the others were powerful and breathtaking the next dragon made you want to pinch its cheeks and tell it how adorable it was. She was almost positive she had never seen a dragon like that in her time at the academy. ”Now that one, that one is adorable.” she said to Nox as she glanced to him ”What do you think your chances of bonding are?” She asked almost jokingly. Selena’s own opinion on that question was that she had very little chance to bond. After all she wasn’t the best in her class at damn near anything, she was near the middle of the herd as it were. She was good with her hands though and seemed to be intent on designing and building new and impressive means of war, in fact her desk was littered with blueprints of various new designs she had come up with, along with pictures of old and new bits of military tech. She was a little obsessed but when one had a passion it was generally something to explore and discover. Selena’s just so happened to be weapons of war. Sure some people would find that a little off putting but Selena argued that they all joined the military, and that sooner or later they would have to use their bonded partner to take someone’s life. That was just the brutal reality of things. She blinked a bit when the next dragon hatched and tilted her head some ”I suppose dragons come in all shapes and sizes.” She shook her head a bit and finally turned her music off and put it away in her pocket now that things were picking up. There just wasn’t enough time to listen to her music anymore as things became alive and vibrant in the hatchery. I’m Not Late, You’re Early. Tag: Braelyn Minerva refused to believe she was late, the big centaur was in fact late though. She had been out that morning training, as she did every morning at an ungodly hour. She reasoned that the early morning was the best time to train because there was usually a good meal waiting for you when she was done. So she when finished up she her training the sweaty steamtaur let out a huff when she heard the Seraphim singing. At first she half wondered what they were singing about, but then it dawned on her as she changing into new clothes. She was late. Minerva at first hoped that Braelyn was late to, then she wouldn’t feel so bad but as she went to check on her long time friend and companion she found the little fjord was already gone. With a bit of a sigh she made her way quickly to the hatchery. Minerva made it through the doors in time to see Sonnuk’s entrance. She paused for a minute and tilted her head at the dragon, that one was interesting. What did a dragon need a shirt for...it was strange and the big taur let out a puff of steam at the idea of a dragon wearing a shirt! She finally began to chuckle slightly at the sight, she had a lovely chocolate like chuckle. She shook her main and them looked around before spotting Braelyn. She smiled to herself and made her way to her friend, the sound of the bells in her hair that Brae had given her jingled slightly as she sat down beside her. She reached over and nudged her softly “Wake up sleepy head, you’re missing the action.” Of course, Minerva herself had missed almost everything so far with her late arrival. Word Count: 691ish |
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| Senaru | Feb 23 2017, 12:19 PM Post #52 |
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Well, that was unexpected.... Through the vast and open sea cavern that made up the basis of the hatching compound within Aesulla, the night was almost over. An cool oceanic breeze flowed over all present, silently rejoicing the birth of many dragons that had escaped their shells thus-far. There came a lull in between hatching wyrmlings, and a calm rest- This last lull had been going on for about ten minutes since the speedy dragon hatched. Such was not unusual, for the business of hatching was tiring, and depending upon the shell, could take a long time to scratch away at. There was no unease among the parent dragons, who often took such lulls to rest and listen carefully to the shells of the unborn. For those already bonded, this was a time to settle and feed the hungry wyrmlings, a time to solidify bonds. For one dragon, however, the lull was growing unsettling for other reasons. High upon his mountainous perch-nest, the single parent Aterrimus lay, overlooking the grounds. Over the long weeks of keeping this precious shining egg alive and warm, and happy elementally, he had shed many of his own luxurious feathers and down. In this nest were also unassumingly large, cloudy looking feathers that sometimes seemed to fade to nothingness and back again, elementally charged air feathers surely. All around the stone outcroppings, on every available space where they could be hung, were windchimes. Each one different in tone and voice- Some soft and chiming, others a little harsher like wind and rain. Some whispered, some sang. Some were of metal, others of shell and even bone and stone. Each a voice that spoke from time to time upon the whims of the strange currents of air that flowed through the large cavern. Even now, many whispered and jingled a little, and Aterrimus listened, both to them and with one feathery ear to the large shell that was tucked against his chest. What the black dragon was hearing surely seemed to surprise him, for his coat rose in alarm- Indeed, in the stillness, a sudden, desperate sound echoed through the otherwise quiet grounds. It sounded like a cacophony of terror, hundreds of voices shrieking in dissonance, panicked cries that only seemed to rise in pitch and fervor, accompanied by the sound of raking, not from one place within the confines of the egg, but from absolutely everywhere. The shell seemed to heave and rock, violently cracking along its outer edges but the egg itself was shockingly thick. Aterrimus moved, as if spurned onward by the cries of his unborn, raising his talons to the shell to give aid when he stopped, his other ear lifting to the unseen. Hesitantly, he lowered his talons and uneasily puffed his coat, watching the egg with worried eyes. Suddenly, with an unnatural lurch, the egg fell to its side and rolled, quite before the already frazzled Air could react. It moved, quickly falling from the ledge only to plummet down from the highest point in the compound- Which was sized for the likes of Titans. All eyes were locked upon the unfortunate egg as it fell, a gasp of breath taken in by all present and watching. Many hatchings had at least one loss, either by failure to thrive or incident in hatching, to parents too set in their ways of not giving help to an egg too tough for the young to break. It was sad, but there wasn’t anything anyone could do. It fell, and that’s all there was to it. The egg, however, had other plans. Quite without warning, the egg abruptly stopped in the middle of its fall, spinning lightly on its base, the screams still issuing from within. It bulged outward, the scale-like protrusions on the egg literally flaring this way and that before they truly broke apart, exploding outward with a strange flash of light, followed by roughly a thousand screaming birds that flew in all directions, chaotically finding their balance in the world before grouping up together into a superflock, like starlings performing aerial dance, a mass of black that wove this way and that over the shocked and understandably confused crowd of dragons, elves, humans and centaurs. A strangled and choked squawk of shock escaped from Aterrimus, who was half leaning over the ledge, his talons outstretched as if to catch the egg still. The mass of birds flew circles around the cavern, some people getting split second visions of a central bird with a shining flash upon its chest. After many minutes of this strange storm of birds, the avian horde changed. From a thousand tiny starlings they spiraled down to the center of the complex, whirling with discord- And became an entirely different kind of bird, and fewer in number. What was once a thousand or more became a few hundred magpies, black birds with dapper white undersides and iridescent feathers. These in turn continued to spiral like pigeons homing in on one central place, a voice whispering through them. “Who are we? Who are we? It sang, in voices that ebbed and flowed as much as the birds did. “What are we? One or all?” the voice continued, seeming less like a riddle and more of a challenge to itself. An honest question from one who did not yet know who they were or even what. “I see,...” the voice continued, ”We are ‘I’. We are…..?” The tone shifted, speaking to itself, answering back and forth. Prior lines of its words echoed back through the birds again, asking again, ‘who are we? What are we? We are I! We are?’ We are…..” the voice grew in confidence as the surge in birds seemed to slow, feathers and wings obscuring each bird as it seemed to move into a more distinct shape. Soon the whirling, shimmering birds and colors shifted until the change became a singular creature, one dragon who stood before all gathered, proud and dignified and true. Her eyes slowly opened, aqua and teal, shimmering emeralds in a sea of black eye-’whites’. Streaks of white grew about her elegant face, tufting out at the tips. Her face had a rosy rustic shade that faded seamlessly into violet and blue, a beak of silvery gray tipped her gently sloped and gracefully feathered head. Her crest caught the light as she moved and tested her many, many wings, for indeed she had no fewer than eight- Two from her shoulders, two from her hips, and one each upon her four legs. She rose upon her haunches as she sat, a crisp honey gold and tan underbelly visible as she began to preen her feathers thoughtfully, her tail curling at her side, where upon her tail base was that of a birdlike tail, the end of her tail was equally adorned with long feathers that gleamed in the hues of evening- But lo, the light revealed within the dark tones the likes of blue, purple, green, hints of magenta and even gold. Along her wings were similar colors, though here the feathers were tipped in white. Upon her legs, the radial and primary feathers were darker navy blue, surrounded by darker purples and greens. Her frame was delicate looking, but strong, her head tilted as she considered things, herself mostly. We are,...I am... She spoke, softly, before looking up and around. Flock! Her voice rose as if a choir of angels had sung her name, the brilliant crystal upon her chest lighting up as it flashed. She was surely unbonded, for so many little minds made up her singular whole. The crystal looked like amethyst, but engraved inside it was a bird in flight, and this was perfect for her. For she was Flock, who would never be alone, never bear the pain of that intimate loss as her parents had. No rider was needed, she and they would have themselves. But this did not mean she could not have friends! She turned her head and gazed at the other newborn dragons, who were all likely looking to her as well in surprise. No one had ever seen a dragon that wasn’t exactly made up of one being. In her current form, she was truly ‘one’, but on a whim she could become many. And this pleased her greatly, for she was a touch vain. She felt special, unique. She loved that all eyes were on her right that moment- But was not so ignorant as to believe that she would always captivate them. There would be other newborns to take the stage, after all. Right that moment, however, she felt hunger and moved off toward the scents of meat for the wyrmlings, purring softly to those she passed. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Flock Aeonimus Gender Female *Her flock-form of birds is mixed genders and looks realistically balanced. Parents: ♀ Air Titan Aeon x ♂ Air/Sound Aterrimus Element: Air Personality: Flighty yet calm, intelligent, good humored, Compassionate, a touch vain Bonds to: Unbonded {Void} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #220060} *She may theoretically be functionally both genders, given her plumage is based on the male plumage of the bird. ![]() [/align] In the garden, where the flowers bloom... 4:50AM While the air had been filled with birds, and indeed, she had taken notice of the strange and puzzling granddaughter, Yggdrasil was otherwise distracted. For a little while now, those close enough to tell could hear and see her whispering and speaking to her eggs, though right now her attention was on the massive Life egg. It was not a titan, of that one could be sure, for not only was it not quite big enough to be one, there were never two of the same pure element titan in the world. It didn't rule out a dual element, but if it had been a Titan, there would have been clear signs. No, it was just immense for its kind, perhaps a sub-titan, like Cauldron had been. Those paying close attention to Yggdrasil as she spoke would notice her eyes half closed, the glow around her body seemingly being tugged to one direction, whisping from her into the eggs she was so carefully curled around. Had her posture changed? It must have. She hadn't been laying down before. Her head rested over a loop of her tail, almost catlike, her eggs close to her upper chest, face tilted to whisper, soft, gentle singing escaping her. It was so quiet, it scarcely sounded like anything, until everything else grew quiet as if the world held its breath. The Life egg was softly glowing, the dual halos pulsing In gentle ripples. The flower buds around its base began to unfold, one at a time, until they all opened, and, just there, all around that goldeny, soft looking egg, seams appeared. One by one, several straight, petal-like seams spread from the top of the egg to its base, in a familiar pattern. But no, that couldn't be right...the pieces began to unfold, slowly, tediously so, the..petals? Opened up. It was a giant flower, and a heavenly scent began to waft, stronger than ever from it. And nestled within these great petals, was not one,....but two quite large golden-white, iridescent eggs, one more golden and one more white. They were beautiful and glowed, delicate flowers and vines unfolding from this. And Yggdrasil spoke softly to them, "That tired you out, didn't it, my little ones...It is not yet time, rest now, and bathe in the light of mine." And again, that hazy glow began to waver, flowing over the eggs as she herself rested. [align=center] [/align]
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| Silverfeather | Feb 23 2017, 12:39 PM Post #53 |
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Benzaiten and one of her eggs hatching and everything else The water/luck dragon had been comfortably wrapped around her nest, which was by far, smaller than it had been. Only two of the eggs she had had been left, and while not all of them had been hers, she had taken them on in her nest and still missed them greatly. She hadn’t complained, hadn’t thrown a fit, but she had been disappointed that they all would not be hatching this season. But for now, she rested, her whole body covering her nest, protecting and shielding the eggs inside her coiled mass. Her brother and rider had retired long time ago to the housing that they had found for the season and the time apart didn’t harm the pair. They couldn’t be together all the time, and time spent apart helped them grow and develop and they could come back and compare experiences. Beneficial for them all, really, and Ben slept peacefully, until well, She awoke. There was something different, as she calmly stretched and moved. The dark had yet to be pierced with any sort of light, but there was a funny feeling, and then she looked up. Ah, well that was definitely new, and the songs of the titans started to pick up, each titan joining in and adding their voice to the song that rose and greeted the parents as others awoke. Benzaiten was not a stranger to a hatching. She had been a mother before, and had laid on Nondir sands the last hatching. That had been an event, and Her rider had been relieved when they had made it out--if not barely. It had been a fight but they had gotten out of there. The heavens shone above them as celestial beings looked upon them, their own voices whispering their own songs. This was even a larger event than the Nondir one, but surely, there would be no more death. But the water/luck couldn’t predict the future, she could only hope. Who knew what the future had in store with them and how it would affect them all. Time would only tell, and Ben took the time to watch the skies above her. It was a spectacle that she was sure she would never see again in her lifetime. She uncoiled herself to make herself more comfortable. While it was dark, and it didn’t look like the lights would be turned on anytime soon, which was fine. Eventually they would, or the sun would rise and add more natural light through windows. Or maybe they would eventually turn lights on. But for now, it was a spectacle that greeted the candidates as they slowly started to trot in. Small groups led by assistants with flashlights to guide their way. The blanket had been quickly laid out over the sands where the candidates would be sitting and soon they started to gather in small bunches of friend groups or pairing together in camaraderie. Her mind’s eye tracked her back to when she had found her rider, on the blanket in Lomira somewhere in the back. He had been so absorbed in drawing that he had even noticed the two of them before they had chosen him. Ah, the thrill of finding one’s bonded (or not, she was positive that those who chose not to bond were pretty happy as well.). She yawned, the remnant of sleep still leaving her mind as she waited. Soon, she was sure, after more candidates had filtered in, some eggs would start to make their way into the world. Soon, She was sure. Sending out a mental telegram, she easily found that both Brother and rider were almost finished getting ready and that they would join the group soon enough. She knew, that while they were allowed on the sands, that they would probably stick to the stands as sometimes hatchings could get dangerous, but they would come see here after the hatching and then they could return home and to duties. It was, she would admit. Slightly odd not to have her brother on the sands, but he had not chased this year, and that was perfectly fine. There had been other things to attend to, and having one dragon on the sands was stressful in and of itself than having both. Soon, she spotted them, carefully moving through the sands to find a comfortable spot, and she could barely see Helios curling up on Daiku to perhaps snooze till something started. And Start it did, though She hadn’t expected it to be her own nest that started the festivities. The odd mist covered egg released its mist, much like steam from a kettle and soon it was everywhere. Eventually, the mists cleared enough that Ben could see her child walking calmly through the sands, her blue and white colors melding with the early darkness. Ahhh, she was perfect. But to a mother, all her children were perfect, and Ben felt this with every fibre of her being. Her child would go far, with her bonded, and she looked down at her nest. Congratulations! She’s gorgeous Both Helios and Daikokuten whispered, almost in perfect unison. It warmed her heart, but hers was not the last. Soon, in irregular intervals More started to hatch. The sound twins were interesting, bonding to each other--which rarely ever happened. The fire sound’s music was uplifting and she couldn’t help but keep her eyes on that bab as, after her performance, she found her own bonded. They looked to be a perfect match. Her eyes though, quickly darted to watch an air egg rattle about and then fall, and she felt her own heart leap to her throat. Oh no. That was never good, but before anyone could reach out to get it, something emerged---a flock of birds? Confusion littered the dragons face as they circled around, chattering and after a while, it turned out to be a hatchling with the unique ability to turn into a flock of birds. Well, it wasn’t unheard of hatchlings to emerge in other forms--The steam twins and a spirit from last hatching hadn’t been in draconic form when they appeared, so she supposed, if she had that ability, she or he could emerge like that as well. It didn’t take long for her to watch the life titan and her egg bloom, graciously into two eggs. How unique, and the flowers were gorgeous. Ben smiled, the hatching had started to a good start. (Wc: 1088) |
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| Silver | Feb 23 2017, 03:04 PM Post #54 |
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Mesikammen to Genzai and Tragendire room Word Count: 596 Mesikammen disliked being separated from his bonded. He knew that at times it was necessary, of course. There were lessons he could not always attend, and of course tragendire had not been allowed the eggs. He perfectly understood why his presence would not be tolerated at times like these. It was against the rules, and he was a creature who made a habit of being a law-abiding citizen. That didn't mean he always approved when Maksim was away, however. There were times when he'd disappear for the entire evening, often spending time with a dragon named Tonare or another named Mistoffelees. He didn't really begrudge Maksim these absences, as they invariably brought him great joy. It was a sort of pleasure Mesikammen didn't quite understand as a youngster, but he appreciated that Maksim was happy in their company. He simply wished that Maksim could spend every evening at his side. Those days of revelry would soon be put on pause, however. Mesikammen knew where Maksim was going, and also knew that his Bonded's goal was to walk away from the Hatching with a dragon partner. He'd accompanied Maksim to enough lessons to understand that while young dragons were hardly helpless, they certainly required work, time, and attention. Maksim would likely not have the energy, time, or even desire to seek out the company of another dragon when he had his own to attend to. Mesikammen was not in the habit of being a selfish creature, but he did hope that Maksim bonded for that reason and others. His Bonded needed valdiation, and was desperate to know that the path he'd chosen was the correct one. A dragon would help him with that, strengthened by Mesikammen's own reassurance and confidence. Now, he only needed to Bond. The solar tragendire was one of the first to the room. It was small but cozy, and provided for them a large viewing area in order to keep an eye on their Bondeds. Mesikammen settled himself by the dragonglass window, his large front paws crossed over each other. Young though he was, he'd already had a bit of a growth spurt, and his form was beginning to look slightly gangly. There was no doubt he'd fill out in time, and his thick fur hid most of his awkwardness, but there was no mistaking these were young tragendire. He drowsed for a while as the Hatching happened below, and was roused only when he felt a peculiar jolt. He yawned mightily as he awoke, just in time to watch Maksim Bond to a lovely red and gold dragon. He roared his approval as best as he could, and though he didn't think he could be heard through the glass (or even down onto the Sands), he did hope that Maksim understood his approval. He was happy for his Bonded, and excited to meet the dragon who'd become his partner. Now, he simply hoped his Bonded didn't intend on attaching more creatures. Two of them were quite enough. He tilted his head to the side to greet Genzai as he arrived. Your partner bonded well, he complimented. I watched it. It appears they're well matched. You should pass on our congratulations! He turned his head to gesture to the space beside him. When you're finished looking around, you should come sit by me. It's a perfect view. Like Maksim, Mesikammen was quite a social butterfly. Unlike his Bonded, however, he tended toward being more courteous by nature. One got more with honey than vinegar, after all, and good manners looked good on everyone. |
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| Heijale | Feb 23 2017, 04:53 PM Post #55 |
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[align=center]Vee Tag: Aloran (Word Count: 605)[/align] She gave him a smile back, hoping she hadn't offended him by her comment. It was selfish of her to want him to stay, and she regretted saying so when he'd sighed. She didn't think she'd offended him, but she couldn't really put a finger on what exactly she had done. When he put a hand on her shoulder, she felt a little better, knowing that at least she hadn't insulted him. She felt even better when he gave her a smile and told her that once the dragon he was sure she would bond to was an adult, she could come visit him. She didn't dare refute him, didn't dare tell him that she most likely wasn't going to walk off the sands with a dragon this hatching. Likely not the next one, either. Despite her belief that she wouldn't bond, she was interested in seeing his homeland. That part she could at least look forward to. When he asked about her eating, she actually had to stop and think a moment before answering. "I had dinner last night," she told him as she thought. "And a snack about an hour afterwards. But I can't say that I've had anything since. Honestly, I'm not all that hungry. I'm both too tired and too excited." It wasn't a lie. Her excitement and nervousness did still make her feel somewhat nauseous, and she was certain that being tired wasn't helping any either. Before she could say anything else, more of the babies hatched, one a very raptor like one with a shirt on, and the other was also bird-like, but was made up of more than just one bird, it seemed. She tried not to think too hard on that one, as it would just confuse her, she was certain. She did, however, snap pictures of them both when it was clear that neither would find a rider of their own. It was somewhat disheartening to her that out of all of those hatchlings so far presented, only three had bonded with a candidate. But she turned her attention away from those thoughts, as she knew the emotions those thoughts could elicit. After the two hatchlings made their way to food, she turned back to the centaur. She was about to continue their conversation, but was interrupted by a rather large yawn. She put a hand over her mouth in both embarrassment and to hide a giggle. "My apologies! It would appear that I'm much more exhausted than even I thought. And it would seem that some of our fellows are a bit smarter than I," she told him, waving a hand at those with enough foresight to bring a pillow and blanket with them. She'd just thought to bring her camera, and while it was proving useful, she was starting to think the pillow and blanket idea may have been a lot more practical. Well, there was no helping it now. It wasn't like she could just go back to her room and grab said items. Instead, she opted for the next best thing, since she couldn't see anything else happening at the moment, and she wasn't close enough to see the events around the life titan. She adjusted the lenses in her bag so that none would be broken, and turned to lay on her stomach, using the camera case as her pillow. It wasn't the best, but it did the trick. She gave Aloran a small smile and closed her eyes, ready to rest for a moment, but also listening out in case another dragon hatched. She would be ready, she vowed. |
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| Silver | Feb 23 2017, 06:37 PM Post #56 |
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Aloran to Vee Word Count: 560 He could tell that she was tired. Elves and humans, he'd noticed, tended to have less endurance than centaurs. Like the equines they resembled, centaurs did not usually spend much time in deep sleep. Lying down for long periods of time was difficult on both their joints and their organs, which meant that they caught deep sleep in short snatches. For the most part, they were comfortable sleeping as they stood, legs braced to prevent them from falling over. Special beds and slings did allow them to sleep deeply for longer, and Aloran was fond of both. The nature of his work meant he spent more time sleeping than the rest of his kin. Still, he often forgot just how long humans and elves needed to sleep. He wasn't surprised she was exhausted; They had all been brought out in the middle of the night to see the Hatching. "Don't apologize," He insisted. "You can't help that you're tired. Most of us are, I imagine." Even he felt tired. He disliked having his sleep interrupted, and he'd been in the middle of a dream when the alarm sounded. He was alert despite being drowsy, however. There was simply too much going on for him to sleep. Who knew when he'd have the chance to observe this again? He watched as she made a pillow out of her camera bag. It hardly looked comfortable, lumpy and small as it was. He tilted his head at her; Surely she didn't actually mean to have a nap with it? When it became obvious that was exactly what she intended, he shook his head and shifted is legs beneath them. Before, he wouldn't have ever considered allowing another person to lean on him. He'd even disdained being touched to a point. Though he'd overcome that particular aversion, he still wouldn't have allowed anyone to get cozy with him. Anyone but Vee, that is. "Vee," He clucked his tongue almost chidingly as he peered down at her. He even gave a slightly agitated flick of his tail, soft and perfectly combed and groomed for the occasion. He'd worked on it for two nights, and braided it up to keep it sleek and shiny only hours before going to bed. He was glad now that he did. And he digressed. "Vee," He repeated himself. "That cannot be comfortable. Come here," He offered, and lightly tapped his side. He might not be as soft as a pillow, but he would at least be warm and slightly more maleable than her camera case. She also didn't run the risk of crushing her camera this way, although he doubted her head was either big enough or heavy enough to do any lasting damage. "Would you like me to ask for a blanket?" He inquired. Attendants prowled along the edge of the tarp, delivering refreshments or escorting newly paired dragons and riders to the feeding tables and away from the group. They were there to ensure everything went smoothly; Surely they wouldn't begrudge a request for a blanket. "I don't mind if you would like to lean up against me," He assured her before she could ask. "I'd much prefer it to watching you try to sleep on your equipment. I can keep watch," He added. "Try to relax." |
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| Jackins | Feb 23 2017, 06:44 PM Post #57 |
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Cuddles and Confessions, @Markus,@Idazon,@Rurik Words: 1504 It was much too early for Teagan to be awake. Though she had bounced up quickly at the summons to the hatching grounds, she was regretting that quickness of motion. She had already lost some of her composure in simply talking with Marcus; but that had not been intentional. Tiredness, along with the darkness of the hatching grounds, the cosmos unfolding above the glass dome and the choir of seraphs were enough to crack that facade of pugnacious bravado in a way that base familiarity could not. As soon as she sat herself down, the weariness took hold. It was unfortunate, but she would have to stay awake through the course of the hatching. Candy and horror flicks were just there to pass the time. She didn’t really expect them to keep her awake. In an effort to keep the existential dread at bay, Teagan fussed with her headphones while thumbing through the collection of movies she’d slowly been amassing over time. Sure, it was a school computer, but there was more than adequate space to at least relax, a little. There might have been a little irony to her preference of horror films and living in Nondir, but it was much too early to analyze herself that day. Having picked her poison for the start of the event, Teagan propped up the computer and let the movie play. In her fumblings, she had not noticed the gathering fog. Her attention was only drawn towards the the passing form of Misuto as the inky black dragon made her bond. She deigned to watch as the pair lingered together in private conversation, her attention only broke at Rurik’s greeting. “Hey you,” Teagan turned to her brother before offering him a spare pair of headphones and a piece of cherry licorice as he settled down. It seemed too early in the morning for even Rurik to be excited about the prospect of bonding. But with the sky in its current state the only indicator she had for the time was hidden on the desktop of her laptop, and she wasn’t about to tab away from the movie she had started just to get an inkling of how ungodly early it really was. “I guess today’s the big day. Are there any eggs you’re looking forward to seeing especially?” Perhaps if she got her brother to talk about the hatching she could stave off her own insecurities. For the moment, she paused the movie to see what he might have to add. Before her brother could chime in at all, it seemed that the hatching grounds was once again alive with the boundless energy of youth. Music blared from the direction of the titan, Terminus and for a brief moment she turned her attention towards the technology egg that loomed massively within the nest. Of all the eggs on the sand she was mostly looking forward to seeing it hatch. There was a hope that, after it bonded, or perhaps chose to remain unbonded that she could thank it for saving her during the touching. She had already given up all the spare bike components she’d been piecemealing while in Aesulla as a token of her gratitude following her violent mishap. But material possessions weren’t necessarily better than words, and it would be nice to say “thank you” to a face rather than an expressionless egg shell. It was Izanami’s nest however, that seemed responsible for the disruption. The brightly colored, two toned sonic egg whirled itself into the air before splitting into two unusual creatures. She knew that the city-technically the ruling titan-could have influence over the hatchlings on the sands, but she hadn’t realized that such influence could so physically altering. Following their impressive display, it became clear that the sonic twins were not going to bond to candidates on the sands. With what appeared to matching crystals already on their backs, it was no wonder why. She watched the pair for a moment longer as they took their humanoid forms in a quest for food. The looks of several disheartened candidates were not missed but Teagan could only shake her head in silent disagreement. Sometimes, all you needed was family. If you were lucky well, you wouldn’t have to look so hard to find it. Her attention was drawn away once more by the arrival of a familiar, tired face. Had she been in any other mood she might have waved Marcus off, though she wasn’t honestly sure why he was there in the first place. “What rule did I break this time?” Teagan was already on the defensive before suddenly finding her listening to much of Marcus’ story. For a moment she frowned, body rigid. There was no need for this information. She had already pegged Marcus as some do-gooder with a pleasant upbringing. He didn’t need to rub it in, particularly on a morning like this. But as his words continued, Teagan’s frustration ebbed away. Her shoulders relaxed and she took the headphones from around her neck to twist them nervously. So the hatching assistant had been chasing dragon dreams for as long as he could remember? Perhaps that explained something, but Marcus was not privy to certain information. For a moment, Teagan took her attention away from Marcus to glance at her brother. She had done her best to keep such knowledge from his ears, but now? She had something to say. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Marcus,” Teagan shook her head. “Really, I do.” and she did, but the record had to be set straight. “And you’re right, we did escape a relatively shitty situation. Nondir isn’t a nice place, and I certainly don’t blame you for choosing to stay far, far away from it.” The whirring gears of her left hand as she fidgeted with her headphones served as a poignant reminder that Aesulla could certainly be dangerous as well; but it was a different sort of danger; self imposed. “With the exception of the rare moments of my father being home from work after mom’s passing, I’ve been raising my brother since I was six.” She held up her fingers for emphasis. Teagan had grown up with far less of a childhood than many, even in the confines of Nondir. For brief moment, Teagan let her attention wander, mostly due to Idazon’s arrival. She said nothing about his minor freakout but simply made herself comfortable against his front once the centaur stopped panicking over the presence of what appeared to be a tiny dwarf dragon. The music of another candidate and the sudden spectacle of another hatchling’s fiery performance and disappearance was enough for the frazzled, exhausted candidate to pause in thought, but only for a moment. She watched the talented pair bond before taking her attention thoroughly elsewhere, back to the reality that governed her awkward train of thought. “I’ve gone to certain lengths in my relatively short lifetime to make sure that Rurik has had every chance possible to get somewhere in life. In Nondir if you’re not nobility that typically means theft and brutality, both of which I’m more than familiar.” Teagan shrugged, her attention on the hatching entirely lost. “Besides that, I’ve sold myself so many times that I’m almost surprised that some Nondiran noble hasn’t shown up with a fistful of receipts demanding recompense for my marked absence from the city. There are times I’ve wondered if I might have been the only motorcycle in Nondir.” Teagan left the gathered group in earshot with a moment to absorb her own self degradation before continuing. “I don’t have any illusions about me bonding here today, because I am in Aesulla almost exclusively to give Rurik a chance to pursue his own dreams.” she gestured to her brother once again. “You’re a soldier and I can only fathom with two riders as parents, you’ve got someone waiting for you-either they’ve been sent ahead in time, or they’re here right now just waiting for the opportune moment.” She paused a moment to rub some of the insecurities from what was left of her shoulder before gesturing to the assembled choir of seraphs above. “No self respecting dragon is going to settle for an illiterate thief and a whore as a partner for most of an eternity.” There was nothing else to say on the matter as as Teagan felt the unfamiliar flush of embarrassment on her cheeks. She was used to anger and the unruly lick of fire, but not self consciousness. Without another word she pulled her headphones back and settled quietly against Idazon before starting up her movie once again. She kept her attention fixed on familiar distractions rather than the spectacle of birds overhead, or the glorious blooming of the life egg-now eggs-in Yggdrasil’s nest. All that mattered for the moment were the sounds of a helicopter as it chased what might not have been a wolf across a snowy wasteland. |
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| Capricorn | Feb 23 2017, 07:06 PM Post #58 |
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Anviel Veyanir and Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Tag: Reacting to events, Proxy and Torrent (briefly), Faerveren Word Count: 1,211 Long had Anviel dreamed of this day, of standing upon the sands and bonding to a dragon. Over the years, she had imagined many possible dragons that might come to her, from a Water dragon with the scales of a goldfish to- as many candidates dreamed about, she was sure- a Celestial. No such dreams compared to the experience of actually bonding to a dragon- Anviel had never expected anything quite like Misuto, nor did she ever imagine that she would bond to the very first wyrmling to emerge at her very first hatching. Misuto, of course, didn't mind this awe. It was as it had been before, with a very familiar soul. While the techno music played and the Sonic twins emerged, Anviel had only glanced up a few times to see what was going on, her attention fixed on her dragon. "They're Aesulla-born, alright..." she murmured. Misuto did not seem to have any visible reaction to them, not confusion or anything else. Around that moment, the elf's phone went off, vibrating and making a chiming noise, indicating that she had gotten a text. She reached into her purse for a moment but hesitated, pulling her hand back. "You can look at it, you know," There was playfulness in Misuto's voice, but it was all honest and good-natured, an innocent sort of playfulness. "I'll be fine if you look away." Anviel cracked a smile. She had hardly looked away since Misuto had arrived- perhaps it was the mane, maybe she was still afraid that Misuto would no longer be there if she turned her attention elsewhere. The elf slipped her hand into her purse, pulling out her phone and unlocking it. Her brother had texted her just now, sending a picture of the stands and the actual hatching area from his point of view. Anviel could just barely see the wing of Afrastrasia's humanoid form in the corner. We're here, where are you? the text read. Anviel typed back, Food cart. Hungry already? her brother sent back. Anviel glanced up again at Misuto, who was still eating pizza. Dragon, she sent back. It was self-explanatory. She received two more texts almost at once- What's their name? and What kind?, from her brother and his dragon respectively. Misuto- Spirit/Air/Water, Anviel replied promptly. Misuto moved from the pizza for a moment, wiping her muzzle of the grease, and stood still apart from her mane. Her rider got the message and snapped a picture with her friend, sending it off to Afrastrasia and her brother. There were no more texts for some time after that- having been there before, Anviel's only close family understood what the hatching was like. Her parents had not approved and thus not attended, something that Anviel had long expected and as such had comes to term with, and her brother and his dragon had arrived late and missed her bonding. While the new rider communicated with her brother, Misuto found herself approached by the Sonic twins. The first to approach her flashed several symbols across his screens, along with a image, and changed his colors to a white, while the other seemed to linger mostly off to the side. Although the Spirit could not understand exactly what the twin was trying to say, it was obvious that he had changed his colors to match herself, and simply approaching her indicated friendliness. "Why, hello there," Misuto greeted warmly. Of course, like all newly-hatched dragons, the Sonic twins were hungry. They made their way to the food cart, and Misuto as well as Anviel turned their attention to the happenings on the rest of the sands. Catching Misuto's eye in particular was a familiar red dragon, a harp upon her wings and tail, who made her presence known with a spotlight cast down upon her. She played magnificently upon her own natural instruments, a song that seemed to touch the heart and perhaps even soul. Misuto briefly considered raising her own otherwordly voice to join in the music, but no, this moment belonged to the other wyrmling alone. Another ancient soul was returned to the world of the living. Misuto might have approached her, had it not been for the Sonic twins beating her to it. No matter. Time yet remained. Anviel and Misuto both finished up their meals, disposing of the plate and pizza box. Several more dragons hatched in that time- the cat-like creature born from one of Ostoglos's egg, the bipedal blue and white dragon, and the strange wyrmling that hatched as a flock of birds instead of a dragon. Misuto's eyes rested upon Yggdrasil, and after a moment, her eggs. Both the Life Titan and the Empress Alistiana were familiar to Misuto- how could she ever forget them, the beings that had persisted for ages upon ages, present at seemingly every hatching? Unlike most, they had not had respite from life, their existence continuous throughout everything the world had faced. Perhaps living so long had not done them wonders- in fact, Yggdrasil looked tired. Notably, it seemed the Life Titan's egg had split, opening to reveal that it had never been one egg after all, but two. Misuto's eyes flickered across the sands again, and she rose her head to gaze into the spectacle that was the sky above the hatchery. Her eyes drifted to various eggs once more, pondering. "The circle is almost complete," she murmured, what she meant known perhaps by only herself. "Come," she urged her rider, beginning to walk. The Spirit's eyes once again lifted to the sky, watching the swirling stars and galaxies and so much more. Her path was not leading her to one of the newly-hatched wyrmlings, as she had earlier suggested it might. Instead, the misty dragon made her way over to a candidate laying on the cloth, her eyes also upon the magnificent sky above them. Misuto had not sought out this candidate specifically- indeed, she had paid this candidate little attention at all during the touching and other times when she had been able to feel the candidates- but this one seemed to be particularly fascinated by the spectacle above. As she followed the Spirit, Anviel almost immediately recognized the candidate as Faerveren, something the Spirit wyrmling took note of. While Anviel had never directly spoken to the singer, it was difficult to not know who she was. She was somewhat anxious to approach the singer- what if she didn't take kindly to speaking to people who weren't similarly famous?- but she was not about to question what Misuto wanted to do. Misuto stepped so that Fae could see her face and chest, hoping that she would notice the crystal within that showed that the Spirit had already bonded. Her eyes met Fae's, before flickering back up to the sight above. She took a step back so that the elf's view of the sky was not so obscured, once she was satisfied that Fae had been alerted of her presence. "It's a most magnificent sight, Faerveren, is it not?" Misuto's voice had an echoing, otherwordly quality to it, as it had when she hatched. She held up a foreleg and spread out a wing, gesturing to the sky. "Tell me, what do you see?" The wyrmling's words were intentionally vague, so as to allow Faerveren to interpret them as she saw fit. Should the singer look up, she might see Anviel just off to the side, next to the Spirit wyrmling's haunches and clearly trying to hide behind her outstretched wings, still in her fuzzy red pajamas and looking visibly tired. ((Tell me if you need a bit more to reply to, Isra, I'd be happy to add it.)) |
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| Thalron | Feb 23 2017, 10:33 PM Post #59 |
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Averon... Attempting to be small. (and succeeding) Tag: People around Teagan/Ida/etc WC: 579 This wasn't the best entrance he had made, though really it was fitting a theme. He was pretty sure that Akiko was practically aiming him at the centaurs haunches, which was slightly more amusing now since they had met each other. The first 'encounter' was far more embarrassing for them both, he was pretty sure, but at least that one had gone unnoticed. This one, obviously, had not. He held on tightly as the centaur ran around, bouncing somewhat when Idazon went into a full on sprint, and of course smacking into him slightly when the other skidded to that stop... He let out a deep sigh and sort of hopped up onto the Centaur's rear half. The dwarf dragon stretched his wings and was about to take off when he got whipped by the braided tail, letting out a startled squeak as he jumped forward a few steps, and stood up on his hind legs, rubbing his 'injured' back. Hmph! His colors seemed to flicker through a number of obnoxious bright tones before fading to a dull gray. "Rude!" He said with a huff, though he was obviously grinning a bit as he took off and flew up onto Idazon's shoulder. Offering a casual wave to Teagan, though he shrunk down a bit when he heard what she was talking about, and crept partially under the centaurs 'fabulous' hair. His tail sort of stuck out one side of it, and as he was curled around the centaurs neck his head and paws lounged on the opposite shoulder. Very cat like. He got the feeling maybe he should just hang out for a minute and not say anything, as he didn't have much to input in the conversation, not that he felt saying anything was truly appropriate. He glanced away as the other hatching things occurred, allowing them to take his attention until the immediate drama ceased. The strange blue blur that shot out of one nest was... odd, it seemed to use the tracks left by the sound twins as a racetrack, before utilizing the rest of the hatchery as one as well, and vanishing... Into a gold ring..? That seemed very familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. The emergence of a flock of birds from an egg was pretty amazing too, he'd heard of things like that- wasn't there a fox last time? But it was pretty breathtaking nonetheless. It seemed like there were a lot of unbonded this year, but some candidates had been lucky too. There was a moment of silence after the movie started before he cleared his throat and looked down at Teagan. "Uh, Wanna hook me up?" he asked as he held out a couple pairs of wireless earbuds. Where he got them from, who knows. There were enough for a couple people, though one set was definitely made with someone that had exceptionally tiny ears in mind, while one was normal sized, and another was rather large and seemed to have a custom rubber fitting around it.. The names of them that would pop in the nearby devices though, were perhaps a bit odd. One set was listed as 'Ave 0.5', 'Stupid bear-ears', and 'Ave 1.0' He kept the tiny ones, but offered the others to whoever else wanted to watch. At least one pair was decent enough for a human, and the other might work for a centaur, or something else with abnormally large ears. |
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| Senaru | Feb 23 2017, 10:51 PM Post #60 |
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Just a lil' pick-me-up..... 4:55AM Almost at the same time as the air dragon was flying around as a million birds, another egg on the grounds was stirring. Literally. The surface of the lightly steaming egg swirled, as if cream was being stirred into a dark tea, lightening it, the aroma wafting from it delectable and crowing stronger. Its parents hadn't been this awake and energized for a while, the egg seemingly always knowing when one parent or the other needed to be awake to watch over the nest while the other slept. But tonight, both parents were awake and watching, expectant. It would not disappoint them! The egg vigorously tapped from within, a long body twisting around for the best angle as it used its horns and talons to poke here and there, each hole in the egg breaking open and revealing steam and even more of a lovely scent, like walking into a coffee shop. Eventually, these holes sealed themselves up again and the egg literally began to bulge from extreme pressure of contents within, until, very literally, the shell broke apart like a whack-and-unwrap chocolate orange, revealing both a lovely noodly dragon,...As well as that the egg itself actually was slices of chocolate orange, which it left for its lucky parents as she ran off, hyperactively vibrating, the branches of her wings growing leaves as she moved, a plethora of plant-life growing over her as the liquids of her egg began to dry, likely because of the plants. The orange-eyed dragon was making a singular, no pit-stops beeline for the candidates, her steps buzzing as she skittered along. She was chocolate and coffee colored in base, overtones of thai teas and creams swirled in for good measure, her horns an absolute chaos of twisted tangles, full of holes- Perfect for hanging things! Her long tail ended in what looked like an overly elaborate coffee maker...with actual dragonglass dispensers and brewing stations, the end of her tail curled around and holding a teapot. As she passed by other dragons, she only paused momentarily to set out cups of fifteen shot expressos- where the hell had she gotten cups?! -before she was off again, scurrying on her way, until she nearly ran headlong into the one she was looking for, her tone bright and way too awake for this hour. "Goodness I'm sorry, Nox! I almost ran you over! Care for some coffee?" She chattered, before nuzzling his chest, an orange shaped and colored crystal forming on both their chests. "I'm Baristra, by the way! Everyone who wants snacks, come on over, I'm setting up the cafe right here!" And apparently she meant it because now there was a little table stand, with mixers and tea tins and chocolates and cafe snacks on the table. What in the world was this dragon? [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Baristra Kumoniphel Gender ♀ Parents: ♀ Steam Kumonryo x ♂ Forest Sumiphel Element: Culinary/Forest/Water Personality: Excitable, Joyous, A touch Hyperactive, Outgoing, Extroverted, Lovable Bonds to: Nox {...Nox L O L } Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #af5c00} ![]() [/align] What's cookin, good lookin? Elsewhere, at the nest of Ciosa and Terminus...and apparently Illirian too, since he hadn't left since the...misunderstanding.... a purple and gold glowing egg was pulsing. A smell was rising off of it too, making Illirian whiffle at it a bit. He made a comment about this to Ciosa, remarking that it had an eerily similar smell to actual bbq, no offense intended. The egg, of course, took this as its 'Q and from somewhere, a steak on a plate appeared in front of the practically drooling dragon. Without much further delay, the dragon inside decided that now was a good time to hatch as any and balled its fist, taking after someone, and punched a large hole out of the top of the egg, the shell flying and smacking Terminus in the face, before the suave, chubby thing inside slid out, bubbly and delightful as ever, her tail curling around, a pizza -cutter, flipper, and all around BBQ tool. She was purple, pink, blue, gold, reds and silvers, a mix of all the best aspects of the seen and unseen qualities of her parents. Her horns were a..familiar tangle of intertwined, complicated mess, her body thick and chubby but she didn't care. She was beautiful just the way she was and no one could tell her otherwise! Her tongue-tines were even poking out of her mouth a little as she trotted along, making the place smell so good and making people hungry. Soon, she'd wandered over to where Baristra had set up shop and trotted past her, stopping in front of Selena. "I see the party started without me! Oh, Selena, you're here! Did you meet my friend Baristra? Has great ideas for recipes, I've been dying to try some of her stuff. Oh gosh, look at me prattling on! My name is Taika, ready to get cookin' with ye, good lookin!" She said, before gently nosing the girl's chest, where, like Nox's, a crystal grew, mirrored upon the scaled dragon's own chest. [align=center] ![]() Full Image Here Crystal Here Name: Taika Ciorian Gender ♀ Parents: ♀ Fire Ciosa x ♂ Death Titan Illirian How did that happen Element: Culinary/Fire Personality: Flirty, Sweet, Gentle, overly kind, forgiving but not a pushover Bonds to: Selena? {Raye} Profile: Here {text color shown here is BOLD #5E0048} ![]() CULINARY DRAGON INFO HERE [/align] |
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