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Keepers of the Sun & Stars; Aesulla Hatching
Topic Started: Feb 20 2017, 02:56 PM (11,594 Views)
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Aloran and Crystal Renezneth to Vee and Serenade
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He found it heart-warming the way she was evidently protective of him. He'd never considered himself to be someone who needed protecting. He did, in fact, take great pride in the fact that he was able to look after himself. Aloran was used to solitude, and independence went hand-in-hand with it. He wish to assure her that it was alright and that she was free to relax, but the current situation provided no such opportunity. A rampant hatchling paired with a deceased wyrmling made him all the more on-edge, certain that this event was going to end in disaster. He glanced wildly about: Was no one else wary? He narrowed his eyes as he searched for his fellow centaurs. They were ease to spot, and he was glad to see that they were uninvolved and unharmed. The same, unfortunately, could not be said for Marcus. Wasn't that the same fellow who'd nearly been swallowed at the Touching?

His attention, like hers, was distracted at the sound of a song. By the time he looked back at the hatching, two dragons had broken shell. Where had that one egg come from, he wondered? He hadn't noticed it before, but that wasn't unusual. There were hundreds of eggs, after all, yet he couldn't help but feel as if it hadn't been there before. He'd seen the Crystal nest multiple times, after all. He spared a quick glance around the cavern, just in time to watch a pair of dragons blink into-- Well, somewhere. Curious.

Even more curious was the dance the two young dragons were performing. He was immediately put in mind of the sonic dragons who hatched earlier, except this was a ballet as opposed to-- Whatever it was the other two had done. His heart raced in his chest as he looked at them, and he couldn't quite place why. He wasn't nervous, per say, but anxious. Uneasy. Why?

The pair completed their dance and raced forward, side by side. Unlike Vee, he wasn't necessarily worried that these two wished to do harm. They didn't have the same feel as the angry dragon from before, and what was more, they were almost familiar in a way he couldn't place. And perhaps that was what he disliked.

He stepped backwards, careful not to tread on anyone behind him even as the crystal dragon approached. His eyes widened as the dragon placed its muzzle on his chest, heat emanating from the crystal which gleamed amongst the short, soft hairs of his coat.

"It has been quite some time, since you have walked with me, Aloran! Worry not for we are met once again, the Crystal Spear Renezneth and the dream seer Aloran. I wonder what the world has in store for us this time?" The dragon questioned, and then tilted his head. Though Aloran didn't speak, he could sense that something wasn't quite right. What was it? "Do you not want me?" There was no judgment there, and perhaps it was for that reason Aloran lowered his gaze in shame.

How could he explain? How he yearned to return to Etharius, to the plains and the trees! This was such a foreign land to him, filled with noise and hurry and he detested both of it. It wasn't the world he was used to, by any means, and he'd been bent on returning to familiarity. What should have been a joyful union was wrought with indecision. Perhaps a less understanding dragon would have been offended, their fresh bond wounded. Renezneth, however, was no ordinary dragon. He flared his brilliant wings as he read his bonded's expression and felt the contrasting emotions reeling within. Excitement, dread. Fear. Uncertainty. And, above all, a pulsing, desperate longing. He huffed a soft sigh and pressed his great head insistently forward, so that Aloran had no choice but to wrap his arms around the dragon's skull.

"You know that the road ahead will be hard. Perhaps that is why I am here, now," Renezneth softly spoke. "To walk the path beside you. One day, we will both go home. That time is not now. You will see," He promised. "Ours is a bond worth sharing. This is an experience worth living. Together, we will endure."

Aloran knew the dragon was right, of course. Dragons were so seldom wrong. And he knew, perhaps by instinct, that he could trust Renezneth. Such an honorable creature he was, a beast of chivalrous good. He stared into the dragon's face, and heh heard Vee's comment as if through deep water, muddled and faint. Slowly, he drug himself out of the depths of Renezneth's gaze and fixed his eyes on hers, his expression stunned and tense.

"I told you it would come to pass," He said softly in response. Acknowledging her own success was easier than taking a hard look at his own. "You should know better," He offered a soft tease, "Than to doubt me."


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It's what's on the inside that counts. 8:30AM

It was a few minutes after its sibling had hatched that the larger Crystal egg began to move. More and more of the crystal pieces began to fall off, as well as shards of the outer shell. It had been working since early that morning to dig its way out, and soon the world would see why, as it finally broke the shell in half, vertically so, the front fell away to reveal that the inside of that cracked egg had amethyst shards growing inward, and these had been difficult to claw through.

What had hatched though,...That was something odd. Despite his elegant chin, similar to that of his brother, the dragon looked...well. Drab in color, lumpy in general. Flabby stone wings that looked as featherless or digitless as a chicken wing. He was thick in body, rotund even, and had deep chiseled lines around his face and eyes, which looked unusually deep set. He had ears, and strangely unified coloring from head to bulbous tail. Even his horns looked to be coated in stone, and lumpy. He bore no spines, and looked simply like a generic rock. Perhaps his unseen father had been to blame, somehow. He had been there for quite a while in his humanoid form, but had had to return home unexpectedly for some kind of important meeting. No doubt he was watching now, on TVs.

The wyrmling did not seem to hear or care about the surprised gasp or even the undertones of laughter that started to spring up, the chatter at his expense. How had something to ugly come from such a beautify mother? What must his father have been like to make this? He just lifted his head and stretched, his stone hide mobile when he felt like it. What they thought of him made little difference to the young prince of Etharius. Unlike his brother, he was not so ancient and bore no long lost wisdoms, however, even so, he knew enough about the world through the connection wyrmlings had with things outside themselves to know that the opinions of others about himself were worth less than his own thoughts. And he was quite happy with himself, even if they didn't really know the real him.

Boldly he rose, and walked to the edge of the platform, looking down. Most wyrmlings glided or flew off, but he did not appear to have that luxury. Some of the other titans leaned forward to look at him, Terminus himself perching on the edge of the platform with his tail still trailing down. Losalka looked uneasy, as if she worried about the hatchling getting down, and was just about to suggest Ara help him when the Wyrmling chose for himself, and simply leapt off, and dropped like a stone.

There were gasps and shock as he unceremoniously landed on stony boulders and cavernlike spires with a loud, echoing CRACK. He didn't move for a moment as he righted himself mentally, before he rolled back to his legs, visible huge cracks spreading up along his body all over. He shook himself and sent stony bits everywhere, his tail getting another good whack on the stone and broke open as well.

And within those cavernous cracks, he shone and shimmered, colors of all imagination sprang up from within. His horns, now free of stone, were like diamonds, amethysts coated him within, emerald eyes watched the world as spires of crystal grew up his spine and out his tail and from within those cracks. Even his wings, now broken on the underside, began to grow and flourish like feathers. He flapped them experimentally and lifted off the ground, as if to prove he could fly too. Not just for looks, these. He did not fly too far, and let himself land in the sand heavily. It wasn't graceful, but it didn't need to be. He strode proudly past the candidates, knowing he was for himself, a crystal already upon his forehead. He paused near his sibling Renezneth and his bonded and friends, and tipped his head. "Greetings, brother, and rookery-sister. I see you have found the bond you spoke of in the shell? Ah, how careless of me, I did not introduce myself. I am Chalcedon! I think I'm going to go and get something to eat now, maybe from the caterers, since it seems the Culinaries are ah, busy at the moment..." He said, before he headed off to obtain food, and perhaps mingle with other wyrmlings around there.

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Name: Chalcedon Araselnorox
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Parents: ♀ Crystal Titan Araselnasaa x ♂ Earth Titan Anorox
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When a late flower blooms 9:10AM

Nestled still in the flowery nest that was once an outer egg, another dragon was listening. Worry fluttered through her. What if she didn't live up to their expectations? She knew that legends, over time, had somewhat embellished what she was like. Some portrayed her as vast and strong, a warrior without equal, and some had shown her as an honorable but sleek beast. Shyness crept under her luminous feathers, and she felt like staying in her shell even longer. Mother's voice whispered to her, giving her encouragement, but even so, there was so much the world expected of her. How could she ever fill such a role?

Soon though, she began to feel as though she could not hide in her egg forever. Hunger ebbed at her mind, and a sense of great need was there. Someone she cared for was waiting for her, and needed her guidance. It would not do to daydream about others, even though she had heard the crowd as they laughed at another wyrmling. For all she was willing to break free of her egg, their laughter had worried her more, and so she kept within her egg, carefully chipping away at it to let her anxieties fade. It was not til after nine in the morning that she made any great headway against her delicate shell, which had needed outside protection to keep safe in the first place.

Slowly, methodically, she pressed with her feet, hands, wings and tail at different points, and in time, the etched sides broke. It was tidy and planned, the egg breaking into swirled patterns of shards as she shook shell bits free, and began to preen her feathers to dryness. Yggdrasil's wing gave her plenty of cover while she prepared herself to face the world, the understanding mother rumbling in encouragement as the wyrmling grew dry and fluffy, smoothing her coat down to a lovely sleekness, before that wing folded.

There, perched within that great massive flower, was a white dragon, albino surely, but with such prismatic feathers she almost bore resemblance to some birds and even the sunbeam snake, except pure white underneath. Her horns were elegant and twisting, but not the chaotic sort, these seemed to be forged with purpose, and looked silver-blue.

She rose up and stretched, her long falconlike wings spreading, all four of them. At the encouragement of Ygg, she flapped her wings and took off, shining and full of colors as she wove through the air. She did not have far to go, though being the size of many full grown dragons meant she had to be careful as she planned her landing. She could feel the eyes upon her, expectant as she landed like her sibling had upon the railing, though she sat there for many moments before deciding to move. Suddenly her front talons were very interesting, and she examined them, noticing that while she had broken free of her egg, she had given herself a mild cut, which bled a shade of blue. This she licked away with her soft blue tongue, in fact, her inner flesh was of this shade as well. After she felt presentable, she slid down with feline grace and faced the Prince.

"I hope I have not kept you waiting for too long...No matter what the past has been, we are here, together in the present once more, Zemal. I am Talixarra, here to help guide you in what will come to pass. Take courage of the heart, for the future is full of mysteries. But we shall unveil them, one at a time..."

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Tag: Marcus/Chryropter, Teagan/Warmestrange, Lysander/Ambrosolariel, etc; Oknarel
Total Word Count: 1,612

Chyropter did not seem to like Misuto's presence- even with his rider in the state he was in, he seemed to have it together enough to know why Misuto was there. The spirit couldn't blame him, really- although she would gladly guide his soul back if such a thing was feasible, it was not always so, and sometimes things were simply meant to be. She was well aware that Chyropter's rider had died far too many times, and she sympathized with the bat-like dragon. In her last life, Misuto had spent the last several months without a rider, a sad sort of existence she had not experienced extensively before the last time around. If that didn't make her more sympathetic, she didn't know what would.

Ambrosolariel's approach was significant, and Misuto took off once again, observing from above. Already, the seraph towered over her, likely set to be the largest of her generation... assuming the other seraphic still in its egg had nothing to say with that. What could've called such a being to the mortal plane at this time? Misuto had an idea, one that she did not want to let slip through her mind. It could not have been a coincidence, the dragons of the first hatching arriving at the same time as this being. Could it...?

She turned her attention back to the scene that was playing out before her, with Chyropter's wounded rider. His soul did not seem to be slipping away quite yet, to any significant degree anyways. The bleeding had been halted for now, and although Warmestrange had not arrived yet, Ambrosolariel as a life element undoubtedly was able to help heal. Misuto was optimistic that Chyropter's rider, in this life, would survive. She could hardly remember the last time that that happened. Still, there was another who she suspected had not been so lucky...

The priest who came with the seraph wanted someone to bring water and a blanket. While Misuto had other business of her own to attend to, for now, she knew exactly where to get those things. Besides, with what she was doing next, she did not want her rider to follow her. My dear Anviel... You have blankets and the hatching assistants brought Zadasiron water, yes? Misuto asked, speaking easily through their shared bond. I am with an injured hatching attendant and his dragon. There is a priest here, I believe you saw him at the touching, who asked for water and blankets for him. Would you be able to bring some? I have... other business to attend to.

Anviel seemed a bit confused, but she was happy to oblige. Yeah, Misuto, of course, I'll be over as soon as I can get there... Always, if you need me, just say so.

Tell Zadasiron I send my regards, and that I would like to speak to her again. See how you can help with the hatching attendant, Anviel, after you bring the blankets. Do not follow me yet. Really, Misuto would've wanted more with her own rider, but what she was doing could be dangerous for someone who wasn't capable of flight or becoming incorporeal. My dear Anviel, I am sorry. I would like more time to spend with you as well. We will, soon enough.

Her rider had never really been like this before, Misuto noted, but that was no matter. People changed through lives, and Anviel was still young in this life. She was still the same soul, of course, the same one that worked so well with Misuto's own. She recalled the time she had met that soul the very first time... she remembered it vividly, feeling so strongly the draw of a soul she had never met. Every time after that, it had been different, an aching desire to reclaim what they once had, a warmer, familiar feeling. There were two, however, that were perhaps not so lucky as her, and although one of them did seem to have had a change of fate this time around, the same was not true of the other.

Misuto continued to hover above the scene for another moment, turning her attention to Marcus once more. Rejoice, young rider, it appears it is not your time. Paradise awaits you yet! She could not guarantee such a thing, but she believed it at this point. At the very least, it would offer hope.

She did not wait around any longer, flying off in the direction from which Oknarel had came. There was a spot that candidates were keeping a fairly wide berth from. It was in the back of the hatchery, where she'd first seen the disturbance begin. Misuto settled on the ground next to a body that had been horribly melted so as to be unrecognizable. Even in her incorporeal state, she did not reach out to let any part of her body pass through the corpse. Knowing Oknarel, who knew what the poison might be capable of?

She felt sorrow for the passing of his rider, but there was nothing that Misuto could do at this point except help the poor soul pass on. Perhaps she might've tried to call back the soul, but it looked like nothing short of the Great Celestial herself would be able to heal the corpse. The spirit shut her eyes, feeling out for the soul, trying to figure out its status at this point in time. The death was recent, and they had, of course, not yet passed on. Without attempting to make any sort of direct communication, she reached out to the soul, showing them the way that Misuto herself had taken so many times before. Misuto had no doubt it would return in time, like the other riders of the dragons of old. Now was time for it to rest.

After another moment, a silent vigil over the melted body, Misuto sought out yet another familiar wyrmling, one that was not as lucky as it looked like Chyropter had been this time. She spotted him, hiding in the shadows away from Shiruba's light, and hovered above for a distance, wings unmoving, before she put her feet roughly at the height that the sands were. She had still not made herself entirely physical, and although she was not bracing herself to fly- Misuto's flight was not tied to her wings, she had no need for such shifts in her body- she was more than ready to do so if she found she needed to. She wasn't sure how Oknarel might be feeling, after seeing what had happened to Chyropter's rider, and didn't want to be another casualty. Although being incorporeal was usually a nearly-foolproof defense, Misuto was aware that Oknarel was not really a typical dragon.

She sat there in silence for a moment, observing what she could of Oknarel's body language. Her own was completely calm, not aggressive in any factor, and she stared at the other wyrmling with no judgement or hate, only kindness. She was not the one here to judge, after all, even if she wasn't particularly happy with his actions today.

"Oknarel, fate has not treated you kindly today," She hung her head a bit, casting a glance back to the site of Oknarel's rider, the direction she had come from. "But fear not, hope yet remains. The circle is almost complete, and again shall it begin. All is not lost."

Silence for a moment, then the hatching of the Water/Sound and the Crystal. She recognized that dance, and smiled. How many lifetimes had it been? She felt some amount of sympathy for the Crystal Titan's other hatchling when the audience laughed at him, but concerned herself little with it. Talixarra was more than welcome site, and Misuto felt more joy emerge from somewhere within her. What a day it had been already.

She shifted her feet, moving her head to look in the direction of the food carts. "You have not eaten, have you?" She noted, flickering her eyes back to the Lava/Toxic dragon's slim form. "Come with me, let's get something to eat. You're not doing yourself any good over here."

She stood up and gestured with her tail towards the food carts, taking a graceful, bounding step in the direction of the carts before looking back to see if Oknarel was following her.

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At the call of her bonded, Anviel stood up, turning towards Faerveren and Zadasiron. "I'm sorry, Misuto said that they need me," she said, with some amount of nervousness, leaning down to pick up her bag and a few bottles of water that the hatching attendants had put down with the food they'd provided to the new wyrmling. "She does want to talk to you later, though. Sorry I have to leave you so soon."

The elf put her stuff around her shoulder and ran over to the scene where Marcus was laying on the ground. It took her some amount of time, and she was understandably far, far slower than Misuto had been (although she would likely have been even slower had it not been for the intense physical training the candidates had been subjected to). She recognized the priest quickly from when she briefly met him at Yggdrasil's nest, and quickly held out a water bottle with one hand while pulling out a blanket from her bag with the other. It wasn't particularly fancy or luxurious- she had picked a cheaper blanket knowing what could happen to it during the hatching- but would probably be decent.

"Misuto- my, uhm, dragon- she said you needed these," That still sounded a bit strange for Anviel to say. "Is there anything else you might need? Anything I can do?"
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Tag: Open; mentions of Araselnasaa, Aloran/Renezneth, Vee/Serenade
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Perhaps Chalcedon was not an ancient soul like so many of the others, but as far as he was concerned, he'd prefer it that way. While he had no doubt that his wise brother and the others he had heard from within their eggs were meant for great things- why else would they be here?- Chalcedon preferred to forge his own path. He turned, briefly, to behold his beautiful mother. Was she proud of him, he wondered? Even if he did not care about the laughter and jeering that had been directed in his direction, he still sought the Crystal Titan's approval. He wouldn't be crushed if it wasn't there, but it would be nice. He also glanced briefly at Losalka. Even as he had stood on the Titans' platform, he had noticed the Nature Titan's concern, and appreciated it even if it was not entirely necessary.

Hunger gnawed at him, and as he had said to his brother and the newly-hatched Water/Sound, he set off in the direction of the food carts. As he walked along the way, more and more pieces of stone were beginning to fall from his body, revealing crystals. Even at hatching, he was decently taller than most humans or elves, and the pieces were small in comparison to the whole of his body. It would be a while yet before enough of the stone shed to reveal the more of the beauty within.

He seemed please to finally be free of his egg, beautiful and comfortable as it might have been. Although he was not particularly fast, seeing how much of his body was made up of rock, Chalcedon still seemed to enjoy movement. He spread his wings again, flapping them and triumphantly lifting off of the ground. His landing was rough, but better than the first time, and even more stone fell off of his body, revealing a new path of amethyst underneath the stone on his legs. The beginnings of crystal formations were beginning to start from his legs, bright and glittering by the light of Shiruba's moon, which was not so far away from where the Crystal/Earth had landed.

Finally, after enough of those antics, Chalcedon arrived at one of the food carts. This one in particular was tended by a woman who was having some difficulty restraining her laughter, even though Chalcedon was no longer quite as ugly as he had been right at hatching. That didn't affect him any more than anything else had- that was to say, not at all. "What do you have?" He asked, hardly acknowledging the woman's body language. It seemed she thought his indifference was due to stupidity rather than the fact that he honestly didn't care, because she seemed to be trying even harder to restrain her giggles. "How about something... Oh, I don't know... Something easy." Chalcedon suggested. They exchanged a few more words, and it was obvious from the look on the Crystal/Earth's face that he was happy with whatever the woman had suggested.

It was taking some time for the woman to return with the newly-hatched wyrmling's food, and in that time, Chalcedon took the opportunity to look at the wyrmling that had hatched after him. She was so lovely, he noted, with her four wings and the halo. Her entire body was beautiful, seeming to shimmer with colors. Like him, she was the child of a Titan (albeit one instead of two), having come from one of Yggdrasil's egg. However, already, she was larger than Chalcedon. Clearly, she was a sub-titan; she could be nothing else, being hatched so large from the nest of the Life Titan. She was in the stands, though, and seemed busy finding her own bonded. Perhaps Chalcedon would be able to talk to her later.

The Crystal/Earth's food arrived at last. The woman running the food cart had procured a large pizza box, previously discarded by the first hatching to emerge very early in the morning. The woman he'd seen previously and a different cook began piling item after item, apparently the remnants of an order that had accidentally been called in earlier in the day. Such an order had come in handy for feeding wyrmlings, but with how large Chalcedon already was, it was obvious that he needed quite a bit to sate his hunger.

Finally, the young Crystal/Earth walked away, dragging behind him the recycled pizza box absolutely stuffed with... fast food? Cheeseburgers and fries, even a milkshake in one corner (who knew how he'd manage to drink it). He stuck his club-like tail into an emptier side of the box, dragging it into a more comfortable place to eat. Then, he leaned into the box, his powerful talons ripping off one of the cheeseburger wrappers without damaging the food inside. He was absolutely scarfing the food down, only pausing occasionally to see if any other wyrmlings had decided to emerge.

He had finished about half of his food when he looked back over to see how his brother, the newly-hatched water dragon, and their riders were doing. Although such a thing was nice to see, Chalcedon knew that it wasn't for him. Perhaps if there had been a perfect soul for him, he might've considered such a thing, but he belonged on his own. He was happy to see how pleased the others were with their riders, though.

His eyes fell briefly upon the scene with Marcus and Chyropter, where quite a few people and dragons were working to try and ensuring the hatching attendant's circle. Under different circumstances, Chalcedon might've gone over to help, but he was too big and there was nothing he could do to assist, after all. No, he would wait over here for now. Perhaps he would make a move to meet some of his rookery-siblings when they were less busy, or most certainly if they came to him. For no, Chalcedon focused on his own hunger, taking his time tearing at the fast food wrappers and devouring what he had been given.
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Sonnuk shrugged when she asked if he had done that, but grinned a bit when she said he was talented and such. Unfortunately the rest of the terrible circumstance they were near to cut off the rest of his thoughts on that matter. He didn't have any trouble remaining on her snout as she moved, for the most part it felt more like a gentle sway to him than a sudden turn. The snowman he had built was launched however, but no one would miss it. He could definitely tell that Venria was not to blame for it, he had noticed it even before she had. The freezing seemed to come from the inside out, as well. Watching an egg burst in slow motion was not a great thing to witness, but at least he had done so for her sake later on. Not that he knew that she'd react as poorly as she did.

The blue blur that was Sonnuk had departed the ice dragon the instant that she had begun to form that storm, which was far too cold for his liking, especially with his small body mass. It zipped off of her snout and bounced off a hand before flying down into the sands again and vanishing... Well, not really vanishing but there were now things in the way of seeing where he had gone... Which unsurprisingly was to pick up more food, which he was already in a dire need of. Maybe the food would take his mind briefly off of what had happened, but as he stood there stuffing his face with pizza and whatever else was ready, he heard Venria shouting.

His head perked up, and glanced around a few times before he ran back over and flew up to hover beside the ice/weather as if he'd been there the entire time. "Woah, you need to chill out! It's probably just a misunderstanding, if you just take a moment to cool off and talk it out I'm sure it'll be fine! Though, you might want to apologize for freezing their butts off with that snowstorm." he seemed calm, albeit a bit energetic and enthusiastic... So, probably more calm as in not sounding upset than actually any sort of tranquil. It wasn't easy for him to be this cheerful considering what happened not too long ago, but sounding and looking sad wasn't going to make the situation any better.

"I can be a witness too, but I bet it's on camera also! The whole place is buzzing with them!" He zoomed off for a moment, then returned with one of the camera drones which was whirring like crazy attempting to right itself after being moved so rapidly. He showed Venria, then flipped it around and peered into the lens, before tossing it and letting it fly off again. Whoever was controlling it was probably a little motion sick at this point, unless it was AI controlled he guessed. It looked like one of Terminus' so it was probably AI controlled... He glanced over at the titan a moment afterwards, just to be sure... Then acted innocent.



There was definitely a lot of attention on Venria now, if it had been a bit confused and hectic before she took off, it had gotten... Well, worse, but also a little better. What looked like a mid sized fire dragon with a mane, and tufts of fur that appeared to be made of flame emerged from its humanoid form nearby. It was one of the higher up security officers that she had likely dealt with before, when she had been a little... Unfriendly with candidates or people around the university in the past. He was not pleased, but his brow was furrowed in what looked like an attempt of garnering empathy for the dragon. She had just had an egg burst near to her that she had been tending, and while he did not put it past her, doubted that she would purposefully do such a thing. At least, not one that was right beside her as such, it would be pointlessly cruel, as well as idiotic. He gestured, and told the other attendants and such to stay back, before addressing the ice in question.

"Cease your storm, you put other eggs in danger with such an outburst." the flames that flowed from him roiled and twisted around in agitation as he gestured to an area that was more or less empty on the sands. An already hatched, and abandoned nest at the edge of the grounds near to the wall away from most others, it was hard to tell it was ever there but she had likely seen it before the occupants had dispersed. it would be unlikely that any hatchling would get within arms-reach of her if they were to hatch and head for the candidates. "Wait there, or you shall receive immediate actions!" His voice was commanding, and it sounded more like a matter of fact than a threat. He didn't want to start a fight among nests, and candidates, but most of all he did not want to catch an spiked and ice covered dragon if she were to get taken out non-lethally by one of the techs or other guards.

He would follow her if she moved to the place he commanded, but his wings unfurled partially in preparation of either following her there, or to shield others he if she did not... He did not like how there was a small hatchling near to her side though, it made it much more dangerous to do anything. Was it doing that on purpose, or had she tricked it into acting like a hostage? He'd seen it 'flying' all over the place, but who knew how well its instincts acted in battle, or if it would even suspect an attack or grab from the dragoness. Had she been completely alone in the air he would have been much more comfortable attempting to talk her down right here, but for now he'd settle for getting her away from others and seeing if the situation could be diffused when she didn't feel completely surrounded.

Who knew how many of the hatching assistants were actually dragons in full human form, or how many were waiting in the 'wings' with long range weaponry or such... Well, he knew, but it was best when other people did not. The answer was not as high as most people might assume, since most often when a problem cropped up people, and dragons near to it stepped in as well, but there were enough to handle most situations that had cropped up in the past.


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The leg was a mess. Despite Ambrosolariel's powers, the ragged flesh still provided a challenge. She was freshly hatched, after all, and her control of her powers were not yet perfected. Still, she set her mind to the task at hand. Slowly, she lowered herself down to Marcus's level, chin nearly in the sand. Light seemed to emanate from her in soft flares, rippling and sizzling with power. She flexed her wings, the feathers fluttering softly as she began to weave the flesh back together. She focused on easing his pain as she worked, until she created a stump where the limb used to be. "I'm sorry that I could not bring it back," She told him softly. "But don't worry. I suspect you'll be feeling better in no time at all. Technology can do wonderful things." She thrummed at his dragon to try and calm him while Lysander turned to face Anviel as she approached. His face brightened, and he quickly stepped aside to allow her to do the honors.

"Thank you," He smiled warmly. "I think he's going to be alright," He admitted as he watched Ambrosolariel (it still felt improper to call her his dragon) work over Marcus. She was less his, and more like he was borrowing her for a while. There she stood before him, an ancient beauty, a variable princess of the heavens. Simply looking at her made him wish to weep. What had he done to deserve her? He took a deep breath and covered his mouth with one hand, his eyes welling. Belatedly, he glanced over to Anviel. Oh. This was embarrassing.

"Sorry," He breathed. "I, ah. I'm not sure how to handle--" He began to explain, but trailed off. It didn't matter, he supposed. He suspected she knew how he was feeling regardless of how he explained it. She'd bonded as well, after all. "I'm sorry, " He said finally. "I'm a mess."

"Thank you for the water and the blankets," Ambrosolariel offered from where she got slowly to her feet, head extended toward Anviel, her gaze soft. "We must all work together and look after each other if we are going to endure. You are blessed to have a partner such as Misuto," She added. "I would very much like to get to know both of you. For now, there's something I must do. Lysander", She glanced at her bonded, who immediately straightened as his name was called. He looked more like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar than a newly bonded Rider, she decided, and lightly nuzzled him in the chest. "I will be back shortly. And when I return, I will still be yours." She rubbed her face briefly against his before she turned, content that Marcus was safe in healer hands. She took to the air with a great flap of her many wings, searching for Misuto. Like the other dragon, she sought Oknarel, but kept her distance when she noticed that the other hatchling appeared to have the situation under control. She didn't want to compromise her efforts by interfering. She backwinged to land instead, content to watch the exchange take place. The sound of working jaws briefly distracted her, and she turned her head to watch Chalcedon feast.

Well. That hardly looked like a nutritious meal. She glanced at his food, and then at him. "Hello, prince." She greeted him politely. "You caused quite a stir earlier. Your wings are quite impressive." She appeared to want to say more before something inside of her twitched, and she found herself drawn inexplicably to her rookery sister's egg. She lifted her head, legs braced and alert as she watched and let out a sweet trill of greeting as Talixarra hatched. She knew the other dragon well, and though she longed to go to her, she could see that she was occupied with finding her own rider, as she had. Of course, Talixarra had known who she'd wanted from the beginning. So, too, had she. Decisive sisters, they!

She warbled a quiet song of joy as Talixarra made her choice. "Well done, sister! Bring him here, so that I may meet him as well!"


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He had watched as the spirit dragon made her way ever closer. It was hard to keep an eye on her, he had to admit to himself, as she wasn't in a corporeal form, and with everything going on, she did tend to fade in and out of his sight. But he had kept an eye on her, from the moment she'd approached the scene of his "crime", onward. He was well aware of what she was capable of, and when she'd approached the body of his deceased rider, his breath had caught for a moment. If anyone could call her back, Misuto could. But it wasn't to be, alas, and when she walked passed her body, still melted and void of life, towards him, he let out a loud growl, warning her to stay away. She was useless to him, if he couldn't help him or his rider. He refused to waste a word on him, in the same aspect that she had refused to waste her power on helping his girl. Deep down, he knew there was nothing the other dragonet could do; his girl's body was far too damaged. It didn't quell his temper any, however.

When she spoke to him, he looked away, turning his attention to something else, anything else, but her. It was the false moon that was illuminating everything but him. Her words were doing nothing but annoying him, to be completely honest. He knew fate was screwing with him. It always did. Over and over, it was always the same; he was always the same. And yet, she dared to tell him that all was not lost. He almost wanted to scoff at her, but he didn't wish to waste the energy to do so. Luckily, he didn't have to answer, as more of his rook siblings hatched, taking her attention off of him. He would have used the distraction to sneak away, except for the fact that he, too, was distracted.

And then she was talking to him again. Though this time, what she was saying was actually worth listening to. And it was true, he hadn't eaten yet, and not eating wasn't going to do him any good. He tilted his head in thought, and watched as she turned away to head to the food carts. After a moment's hesitation and thought, he decided food was the right answer afterall and followed her to the carts. Well, "followed" was more like it. Instead of taking the same direct route that she had, he opted to keep to the shadows, sneaking around the other dragons in order to get to the food. He knew full well that she could see him perfectly, but continued to sneak the long way around to his first meal.




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Tag: Marcus & Chyroptor; group surrounding them[/align]

Upon first taste, Twig had decided that coffee and almond cookies were the best things ever created. The cookies vanished in next to no time, and if it hadn't been for the fact that the coffee was hot, that would've been gone equally as fast. As it was, he was sipping it slowly, watching everything happen with interest. His rookery siblings were hatching left and right, and it pleased him to watch them find their bonded. There were some that, like him, didn't find their's here, and he promised himself, once the coffee was gone (It would be rude to leave it unfinished, or to take off with the cup in hand), that he would share gifts with them, as well. No one should feel alone this day, and he would take it upon himself that that was the case by the end of the day.

He was temporarily distracted from the hatching by a dark feeling. He knew that whatever it was, whoever it was, it had come from one of his crystals. But none of the candidates or unbonded that he'd handed his crystals out to had felt this.... scary. He held his coffee in his front set of hands while he scanned the crowds of people in interest. Who could it have been? Would he be able to pinpoint said individual just by looking at them? From this far away? If he'd been able to nose around everyone, he knew he'd be able to find this person. But where to start?

He didn't have all that much time to ponder things, however, as a terrible event unfolded before him. One of his rookery brothers had freaked out, it seemed, after being rather naughty, and had attacked an assistant. Twig, who had been lounging with his coffee, was suddenly on his feet. There were many others rushing to the young man's aid, including his new bonded, and while that relieved the young dragon, the fact that Marcus was still injured worried him.

Oh, but he still had half a mug of coffee left!

Chugging it as fast as he could with the liquid still somewhat warm, he kept a close eye on the chaos unfolding. Once it was gone, he thanked the culinary dragon and made his way over to the gaggle of dragons surrounding the injured lad. A good number of those there were healers, which relieved him further. He himself could heal a good bit, but too many healers was never a good thing. They just got in the way of each other. But what he could do, was try and keep the young man calm. That would be needed with so many, the bonded's dragon specifically, freaking out.

He moved towards the injured, making his way easily around Ambrosolariel and stopped mere inches away from Marcus. He made sure not to touch him, not wanting to hurt him further or cause Chyroptor more stress. Instead, he haunched down, making himself smaller than he already was and laid his face close to the young man, much like a concerned dog would to their owner.

"Twig can help," he said to those around. "Not the best healer, but can help." To Marcus, he made a soothing noise, emanating as many good vibes as he could to keep him calm. Keeping him from going into shock was important.




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Tag: Aloran & Renezneth[/align]

Vee chuckled at the centaur's teasing. She was glad to hear it, as she could have sworn that, mere seconds earlier, when she'd looked over at him, he appeared very conflicted. She thought perhaps she knew why, but didn't want to breach the subject aloud. She had no doubt that he was impressed and pleased by his new bonded. It would be hard to be otherwise, she thought as she took in the sight of the Crystal. He was a stunning creature, both in appearance and personality. She felt he would suit her friend perfectly, and yet Aloran had seemed almost let down by the fact that he'd bonded.

Do not think too hard on it, came the voice in her mind and Vee nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned her attention back to her own dragon, having completely forgotten that part of their bond was being able to communicate in other ways outside of vocally. Renezneth knows your friend better than either of us possibly could. Whatever it is that is bothering him is between the two of them, though your concern is noted and, at least on this end, appreciated.

I don't wish to pry, and I know him well enough to know that he'd rather not trouble anyone with his ill givings, but I can't help but worry. It's not good to bottle things up, no matter how disciplined you are.

What you might think is him "bottling things up" may, in fact, not be. Who are you to know that they are not doing the same as we are, right now? Again, my dear, Renezneth knows him far better than you. He will not allow any harm to come to him, especially from himself. Just continue being the support to him that you are proving to me that you have been previously, and all will be well.

Vee stared at her bonded for a moment before nodding lightly. She was right of course. And acting too concerned would be insulting to her friend. She had no right to be that much into his business. If he wanted to talk to her, he knew she was there, and she wouldn't force the issue. Now, however, there were more pressing issues at hand.

"Perhaps we should get these two fed. We can talk just as well over there as we can right here," she said, turning her attention back to Aloran.

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The priest moved aside, and Anviel paused for a moment, looking anxiously at the man who was still on the ground. The newly-hatched seraph towered over the elf, and still appeared hard at work. She was hesitant to risk disturbing her, but still, the priest seemed to know what he was doing. Anviel cast an anxious glance back in his direction, and approached the man on a side away from Ambrosolariel and Chyropter. She cautiously leaned down, not letting herself touch him as if from some sort of fear that she might cause more damage.

Anviel wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to do. Dumping the water on the man didn't seem right (then again, a lot of medical stuff wasn't exactly intuitive). Maybe she should make him drink it? No, she vaguely remembered something from a first aid lesson about eating or drinking after heavy blood loss. She decided to leave the bottle of water just off to the side, away from the man, in case someone knew what to do with it. When it came to the blanket, Anviel looked at it blankly for a moment before the realization came, and she felt silly for not realizing it sooner. Carefully, she stood up and spread out the blanket, placing it gently over the man's torso and legs, away from where the Seraphic was working on the leg so as to not disturb her. The hatching attendant still seemed to be conscious, and Anviel flashed him a warm, if somewhat uneasy smile. She was definitely out of her element here.

She retreated to stand back alongside the priest. He was watching the seraphic work, and Anviel wondered how much he knew of the beings from the celestial plane. She herself had ever paid any attention to when her parents read any sort of scripture, and couldn't really recall any apart from Enochiel and Selhanzilael herself, maybe a few others. She'd known, of course, that they were prophesied to return one day in mortal form, but little else.

They'd been prophesied to return in mortal form. Another realization hit Anviel, and she cast her eyes upon the great seraph Ambrosolariel. They had. The seraphs had returned in mortal form within Anviel's lifetime- very recently, in fact- of all the times they possibly could've. What did that mean for the world? The seraphics returned to the world, Selhanzilael herself returning to bring an egg upon the sands of Nondir, two new Titans born in a year, and now in Aesulla, that great seraphic egg upon the platform. Anviel had been so daring as to try and touch it (an endeavor that she ultimately did not succeed in). It couldn't be a coincidence, could it?

Thousands upon thousands of years had passed since the first dragons had hatched upon the sands of a long-lost city. Likely millions of people, over time, had stood on the sands as candidates for dragons to bond with. Why here? Why now? Her lifetime was but a blink of the eye compared to all that had passed, and yet she was in the presence of the immortal host, in the presence of legends like Yggdrasil and the countless seraphs.

Misuto's presence, as familiar and comforting as it was, was strange in Anviel's mind. She could feel it, deep love and innocence and a wisdom that simply was not supposed to be there when dragons hatched.

Sweet Celestial, Misuto and the strange metal dragon had already discussed blatantly stated why this was. How could Anviel ignore it?

She swallowed, turning her head to look at something other than the seraph. Something else, anything else. Her eyes fell on the priest, with his hand over his mouth. He almost looked like he was about to cry, Anviel realized, and perhaps she felt bad for staring. What had him so overwhelmed? Perhaps it was the fact that a celestial being was in front of him right here and now. If Anviel had dedicated her entire life to the study and worship of the Great Celestial and her consort, perhaps she would've been acting the same. The elf wondered, for a moment, what had led him to such a path.

He glanced over to her, and Anviel looked similarly embarassed to have been caught staring. He began apologizing, and the elf couldn't quite wrap her head around why. For crying? "Father..." she addressed him, somewhat unsure of herself, trying to decide what to say. "There's no need to apologize..." It was clear she was searching for what something else to say, but she was still somewhat lost within her own thoughts. She spend a long time searching for the words, so long, in fact, that the seraph had finished her work.

Anviel was very visibly surprised to have been addressed by the seraph, a hand flying to her chest as if to ask if she was really being the one addressed. She was surprised to feel the smooth shape of her bonding crystal through her pajamas when she did so, the shape strange but still somehow vaguely familiar. The seraph mentioned Misuto, and again Anviel felt that odd feeling of anxiety as it became harder and harder to deny the fact that was slowly making itself obvious. Misuto had been around for a very, very long time, and with her, Anviel herself.

Maybe Ambrosolariel was just being polite. Maybe she would've said something similar to any other new rider.

When the seraph gently nuzzled the priest's chest, it all clicked together. The priest being here with the seraph, the crying, the apology. The priest and the seraph were bonded, they had to be. That was only confirmed further when the seraph said that she would still be his. Anviel felt sympathy for the priest- she had the feeling that she knew almost exactly how he was feeling.

And so, after the seraph had taken to the sky, Anviel finally found the words that she had been looking for earlier. It was an attempt to emphasize with the priest. "I don't know what I'm supposed to think," Her voice sounded a bit different and she shifted her eyes away from the priest. "I've always wanted to be a dragon rider. Always. I never let myself dream of anything else. I've been dreaming of this day for centuries, the thousands of ways it could play out."

She cast her eyes down to her feet, swallowing again and fiddling a bit with the sleeves of the pajamas she still had on. "And I was only ever destined for one dragon. I guess this day was always meant to be," She felt almost like she wanted to cry, too, but she was doing a decent job keeping herself together. "So my question is, what the hell have I been doing all my life?" She sounded angry, a more subdued sort of anger, a sort of frustration and confusion rather than actual rage. She felt more comfortable expressing that when Misuto wasn't physically present, although logically, she was more than certainly aware of it.

The reason behind Anviel's feelings had not been directly stated, but perhaps it wouldn't be all that difficult for someone else who was listening to piece it together. She didn't feel like she knew who she was anymore, faced with the reality of reincarnation. And she was maybe a little scared about what it meant for her. For her relationship with her brother. For her future.
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Misuto hadn't expected Oknarel to react too positively to what she said. There was a reason she had appeared to him in an incorporeal form rather than a physical one, after all. The very fact that he was not attacking her was positive, although she obviously would've preferred some sort of acknowledgement out loud of what she said. She would take what she would get. Even though Oknarel's rider had died many, many times before, that didn't mean that each subsequent time made it easier to deal with such a loss. In fact, Misuto was well-aware that it might have made Oknarel bitter, failing to get to his rider so many times in so many different lives before.

Misuto noticed soon enough that Oknarel wasn't walking right alongside her, although such a thing didn't surprise her too much. She turned her head to the side and after searching the shadows for a while, was able to spot the Lava/Toxic wyrmling within. Ah, of course. A show of defiance, perhaps? Some sort of way to show that he was going his own way and not just doing whatever Misuto said? She wouldn't be particularly surprised, but that didn't matter. She was just here to make sure that his well-being was taken care of.

Oknarel was far from the first dragon that Misuto had spoken to about losing. In fact, she had likely had several similar conversations with Oknarel in their past lives together. She didn't wish to linger on the subject all that much, so as to anger him more. Acceptance would come in time, and although she would not admit it to him, she thought that perhaps maybe it would be easier for Oknarel than most considering that this was far from the first time that such a thing had happened. She was used to consoling those who had lost loved ones, but some grieving had to be allowed. It did no good, Misuto had long ago learned, to simply dismiss someone's feelings.

Speaking of grief, Anviel's thoughts and feelings were playing out in the back of Misuto's head, the confusion and frustration. Anviel did not understand, yet, and in a way she was grieving the life she had before today. Sometimes those sorts of feelings happened, and although Misuto would have liked to try and console her own rider, share with her her knowledge and reassure her that everything was going to be alright, Anviel needed her own space to some extent. All in time. It was something that Misuto had thought many times today.

She arrived at the food carts, and searched in the darker parts of the area to see if she could find Oknarel. He was not particularly difficult to locate once one knew that he was somewhere around here, and Misuto gestured with her tail towards one of the carts that was mostly empty, attended by a single worker. There were no other wyrmlings around, apart from herself and Oknarel.

"I have already eaten. There is a good selection of food, this hatching. Go, I will wait for you." The unspoken words were if you want me to, and although Misuto was tempted to add them, she had the feeling that Oknarel would tell her to leave. There was a good chance she would anyways- Misuto did want to go see Bolero, and perhaps she would've returned to Anviel if she was in a good mood- but first she wanted to ensure that Oknarel ate.

Ambrosolariel seemed to have left Marcus's side, Misuto noted, spotting the seraphic just some distance away. She was next to a dragon that had hatched not long ago, a Crystal that was not ancient, not next to the injured hatching attendant. The spirit took that as a sign that Marcus would be fine, and she took some amount of pride in her own correct prediction. She hadn't really expected him to make it this time around, but she was happy that he did. She would have to congratulate Chyropter and his rider later (on their bonding, of course, not Marcus's survival specifically).

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Chalcedon had already finished most of his food by the time that Ambrosolariel landed near him. He lifted his head curiously to behold her, this beautiful creature. He did not need any sort of ancient wisdom to know that she was ancient and holy- although she may not have had her armor on, the tail blade and halo, the multitude of wings, said it all. Chalcedon was not a small wyrmling by any stretch of the imagination, but still, the seraphic Sub-Titan was without a doubt larger than him. He paused his eating and gave a slight bow, the best he could with his hard stone exoskeleton.

She had called him a prince, and been so kind as to compliment his wings. Chalcedon felt a sort of pride. He had been recognized as a prince by a being from the celestial plane, and as far as he was concerned, there was no source it could've come from that would've confirmed the legitimacy of the title any more. Of course, it wasn't really something that could be denied- there was no doubt that Araselnasaa was a Titan, nor that Chalcedon was her son (no matter what it might've looked like when he emerged from the egg). Of course, such a title in and of itself was not a particular guarantee of any sort of greatness, but it gave Chalcedon more motivation. It gave him all the reason more to try and be the best he could for his country- sure, he would not officially pick a country until graduation, but would there ever be any doubt that he would pick Etharius?

Not long after he had entered his bow, Chalcedon rose to his feet. "My thanks to you, mi'lady," he offered, his eyes scanning over the seraphic. He was, of course, aware of the laughter that had broken out at the sight of his hatching, not that he minded. "It is an honor to meet you. Perhaps I had heard you, from within the egg..."

When she paused speaking, Chalcedon turned his own attention in the direction the seraphic was looking. A dragon had hatched, a beautiful white dragon from Yggdrasil's nest who made her way towards the stands. The place where royalty was gathered, it seemed. This new hatchling must have found her bonded among them.

"Is that your sister?" Chalcedon asked, clear with who he was referring to. This new hatching had a halo as well, similar to the one he could see on Ambrosolariel's head, so he had assumed that 'sister' might not be literal. However, both the hatchings were very large and did look decently alike, and he wouldn't be surprised if they were in fact biologically related. "She is beautiful. And you as well, of course." He would've said more, but he did not want to distract his rookery-sisters too much.
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While all the chaos and pain had been going on across the sands in front of the candidates, near the seaside edge of the grounds, closest to the Candidates on one side but still decently far, a pair of long sinuous dragons had set up a food cart. It was enough out of the way as to not be entirely obvious, but also had a bit of flair, and portable benches. Between the two was a massive pot that had....An unusual mix of things in it, and the pair often seemed to go back and forth about what should be in it while they worked on preparing meals on a work table set up behind it. Every once in a while, one or the other of them would slip something into the pot- One adding more nori, another tossing in wasabi, before the other would comment that there was too much of this or that. The pair were obviously Culinary dragons of some sort, as their food and supplies seemed to come from nowhere, as did the takeout boxes they put food in.

They had containers for humans, wyrmlings, and each size category of dragon, except perhaps titans, though if they really had to they could make one of the full sized titans a lunch if they called it in ahead of time. The two dragons, Udon and Miso, were well known as the owners of a restaurant fairly close to the wyrmling and candidate housing complex, and until the last week, that was where they'd been. This week, however, they had bid their best customer to help them move their biggest cooking pot (Which was practically a small pool, relatively speaking compared to them).

Having smelled the good food they were making, the quite tired Metal dragon, Gold Narcida, peered over. What they were cooking reminded her of food she'd had in another country across the sea, which she and Glos visited on their yearly migrations around the oceans. She really, REALLY did not feel like getting up, but glanced up at the pair sitting up on Glos and mused, wondering if she could get them to get her something, if she offered to pay for their own lunches as well. "I don't suppose you two would be willing to go and see about getting us some lunch specials from that lovely food cart yonder?" She called up, curling her tail around her foretalons. She knew Glos wasn't particularly interested in the fish based meals, since they came from the sea, but Narcida had been craving certain dishes and they seemed to have them. Soups, noodle bowls, rice, and all manner of such foods from far away places had been made over there and boy did she want some. "Of course, you can order whatever and however much you like on me, for your trouble..." She added, holding up Lomiran Royale Platinum Credd unit card for them to take. "Maybe see about getting Glos some of those big sweet and sour pork soup dumplings and some of that soft tender beef stir fry, let them know that's a titan order, might have to wait a bit for that to be done but I'm sure you guys don't mind, right?" The golden dragon said, after thinking on it a bit, knowing it wasn't good to forget Glos in food orders. There would be enough food for all those at the nest to share, she was sure though.
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When I said break, I didn’t mean literally…@Marcus/@Ambros/@anyone else in the surrounding area

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There was so much to take in during the hatching, but Teagan was having to so at a slower pace than most. Food helped as she slowly made her way through the delectable cooking that Taika had so kindly provided. She chewed slowly, almost methodically as cautious fingers traced over the crystal nestled between her collarbones. She had not considered herself worthy at all, and yet here she was, one of the lucky few. If one could call it that. Watching Marcus leave brought with it a terrible pang of guilt. He had been trying all of his life to meet a dragon partner and here, Teagan had just met a match with one of the most militant creatures yet to hatch upon the sands. She was wrong about a great many things in life, she just wished they hadn’t decided to pile up and reveal themselves all in one go. That Warmestrange’s sibling had bonded to another hatching assistant elsewhere in the grounds seemed almost unfair. But as War had already said, it was a dragon’s choice and there was naught to be done about it.

Warmestrange however, had no such moral dilemmas. What he did have was an intense hunger and a pang of curiosity as he waited to see what it was that Taika could possibly concoct. He was not disappointed as his half-sibling delivered. The pie was thick, succulent and every bit as satisfying as he had hoped. You! You are my favorite sister. Warmestrange declared without a hint of hesitation as the pie all but disappeared. He was satiated for now; at least, that was what he had thought until Taika whipped up dessert. He had not even considered such a thing following the consumption of such a large pizza. As his stomach gurgled in protest however, he thought better of it. Too much all at once might not be for the best as he cleaned himself up to be more presentable. “Teagan,” War turned to his rider finally. ”I realize perhaps you may wish to stay with your friends, but it might be best if we stepped aside until the hatching concludes, lest we make it more difficult for their bonds to find each other.” He would never presume to forcibly move Teagan from where she was comfortable but the suggestion remained as he waited for her response.

“I think it can wait, just a little longer?” Teagan gave War a pleading look. There were so few creature comforts on the sands, and right now she wasn’t ready to wander off. With a gentle nod of his head, War gave his approval. They could linger, if only for a moment. Warmestrange’s approval was not only vocal, but Teagan could feel it. It was a sensation that would take time getting used to despite her already existing connection with Oreius. Settling back in against Ida and in between finishing the last of her sandwich and the hatching of Ambrosolariael, much of Teagan’s attention was pulled away from the going ons of the hatching on the opposite side of the grounds. The Seraph was a luminous distraction, followed shortly after by the near catastrophe of her fate sibling. It was not however, until the bloodcurdling scream of one of the candidates that Teagan startled from her observations.

She was on her feet in an instant, though try as she might, she could not find the source of the horror. The veritable cocktail of emotions running through her mind since the start of the hatching was hardly conducive to sensible thought. The realization of what transpired came all too late as the enraged form of a violently red-orange hatchling came barrelling towards the gathering. Neither of the half siblings, or Skad were in a position to deter the bloodthirsty villian’s approach. As he brushed by Rurik, Teagan was there in an instant to inspect the damage; even if it had only been a brushing pass, she was not entirely certain of the creature’s element. When it became clear that there was little she could do for her sibling she goaded Rurik towards another hatching assistant before moving to check on Selena.

The sound of grinding gears, the wet snap of what could only be bone, and a scream pulled Teagan’s attention away from her roommate’s crumpled form on the sands long enough to watch as Marcus’ leg was shredded like a wet bedsheet from the rest of his body. She hadn’t seen that much blood since her brush with Izanami’s nest and losing her own limb, but that was beside the point.

“War!” Her voice almost cracked as the batlike dragon came down from the ceiling in Marcus’ defense. Of course, trust the hatchling assistant to die before he could solidify his bond. That made perfect sense.

“Warmestrange, we have to do something!” What, if any help Teagan could be at the moment was behind her. Though somewhere, the feeling that this would be chalked up as her fault still lingered. Damn it, Marcus.

It wasn’t that Warmestrange wasn’t paying attention to what was happening as the crowd gathered around the dismantled hatching assistant. He had already made the calculations that he would not be able to stop Oknarel in time. Hyper intelligent though he was, such a boon would do little with the increasingly large crowd growing around Marcus by the minute. Several pleas for assistance were made and they did not fall on deaf ears, though War made no immediate move to assure them that he would provide aid. He was still collating. Chryropter’s element would keep Marcus from bleeding out, but what they truly needed was healing from a life element. It was Ambrosolariel’s arrival that assured the dragon of mass destruction that his intervention would have any chance of success. Unlike Teagan’s wound, which could be stymied almost indefinitely, Marcus’ required immediate attention that could not be satisfied with battlefield triage and theoretical healing techniques.

”I will be with him momentarily.”

Warmestrange’s voice was cold and pragmatic as his form shifted from humanoid to dragon in a disturbing array of mechanical shifts and compartmentalizations. He needed materials, and he needed them immediately. Glowing golden eyes scanned the hatching grounds for a source that he could readily pull from without causing too much damage. All sources pointed to a most unfortunate dias as the panels of War’s wings spread once again, the technology dragon taking flight back to the nest he’d been born from.

”Forgive me father, there is another with a greater need than yours.” War’s voice offered no reassurance as his glowing jaws sank into the many metal mechanisms of Terminus’ dangling tail. He ripped and teared at the offending metal limb as the panels of his wings drew in what surrounding light they could. He could not fire at full strength, having only just been born and eaten sparsely, for a hatchling his size, but he still had lasers and the blinding golden array peppered through the metal hull of of the technology titan’s tail like birdshot through a paper target. Servos snapped, cables along with them as Warmestrange ripped the limb free and made off with his prize.

”Move! War growled with his mouthful as he flared his wings to clear the area of nonessential personnel. He needed space to work and anyone that didn’t want to be sprayed with hot metal would either listen, or learn quickly.

”This is going to hurt. I do not have any painkillers this go-around.” Warmestrange warned Marcus as he shifted back to his humanoid form. He wasn’t certain how much the man could hear, but at least no one could claim that he hadn’t told him beforehand.

Panels and gears shifted as War formed the various tools he needed to section off parts of the tail he’d stolen from Terminous. Measurements were taken of what was left of Marcus’ leg before he began to fashion a connection port for a prosthetic. Like Teagan’s he made certain that it could be interchanged with other limbs in the future, should the need arise. Though, if anyone were to question his work, he might have a few sour words for them. Smaller protolimbs busied themselves with keeping the spray of sparks and hot metal from setting the tarp on fire beneath them as the technology continued to work and fuss over the task at hand. He made new measures from Marcus’ remaining leg before the real fabricating could begin. Warmestrange was not one to leave a job half finished either. Once he had the necessary measures for Marcus’ leg, he turned his attention to the mangled arm as well.

By the time that the Crystal/Earth Chalcedon had hatched and ambled across the grounds, Warmestrange’s efforts were nearly finished. Both the leg and the arm were completed with a sleek, satin finish in a dark brown tone that matched Chyropter’s pelt, complete with cream stripes and detailing. Given the situation that had just transpired, and the general consensus that War always had when it came to firepower, he had not left Marcus helpless either. Both limbs possessed retractable claws, the same as those reserved for Teagan’s hand, though on the leg, War made certain to include a spur in the heel, just in case. Within a carefully recessed side panel of Marcus’ new thigh however, was a long, heavy blade which he showed to Chyropter. ”This panel will remain disabled until your bonded has fully recovered. he held up the knife before putting it back in place.

”The same goes for the arm.” Warmestrange hadn’t bothered to reattach it just yet, but the limb he had made would hopefully make the incident with Oknarel have a different outcome in the future. With a few tweaks, several panels of the arm reformed and locked together as the palm rotated to form a small concussive blaster. Should something decide to eat Marcus again, he’d at least have a chance to fend it off, hopefully. Without further delay, he attached the arm to the newly retrofitted port, though it was left disabled, left Marcus fry someone in his more than likely pained, delirious state.
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Lysander watched with some anxiety as Ambrosolariel flew away. He could not resist the temptation to draw her closer to himself and keep her there, away from anything that might harm her. Such a notion was silly, of course. Soft and gentle though she was, he had a good idea that she would be able to protect herself against just about any kind of malice. Then again, who'd wish to hurt her? He watched with anxious eyes as she flew off and released a long, slow sigh. She'd be back, she said. And he had no reason not to trust her.

He was distracted by the girl who'd fetched the blanket and water. Anviel, wasn't it? He appeared surprised to be addressed. Lysander wasn't very used to being the sort of person who'd attract any sort of conversation. He was comfortable staying away from the spotlight. That was a luxury, he suddenly realized, he soon wouldn't be able to afford. Ambrosolariel was destined for something great, and no doubt her presence would attack attention. As her rider, he'd be expected to be beside her.

But why? He couldn't grasp at any sort of answer to that question. There were surely countless choices better than himself. She'd insinuated they'd met before, but try as he might, he couldn't remember. Reincarnation, of course, was no new concept to him. It was a theme constantly repeated in the scriptures, after all. Everything was eternal, and everything eventually came full circle. Only a few souls were truly immortal, and even they (like Ambrosolariel, evidently), took different forms throughout their lives. They simply remembered everything that came before. How did one manage such a long history? He couldn't imagine.

He blinked when he realized he'd gone silent. "I'm sorry," He said at once. "I was thinking." He listened carefully to what she said, and his face immediately softened with empathy. Yes, he knew what that uncertainty felt like.

"I don't think anyone but the ancients have an answer to that," Lysander answered her gently. Saying the words helped him to calm his fears as well. "You were content to live your life as you did before, I assume. As did I. No one can know what waits for us. We don't remember, the way they do." He trailed off. What was it like for the dragons, he wondered? Were their riders so different each time? Did they ever miss who they used to be? He'd been Ambrosolariel's partner before, he'd been told. Did Yggdrasil know? Why hadn't she told him?

"Do you know," He offered softly as he watched Warmestrange work on Marcus, "I always wanted to be with dragons. I simply couldn't, and so I contented myself with worship form afar. I never imagined," He admitted, voice thickening slightly, "That this day would come. And now that it has, I have no idea what to do with myself." In short, he was just as blind as she was. He turned to look at her.

"Are you happy with who you've been before now?" He asked her, expression eagerly expectant. "Our dragons can only make us better. "If you're truly meant for each other, everything will fall into place. They know better than we do," He said simply with a small smile. "When all else fails, I find it's best to take a deep breath and trust."

He glanced anxiously around the cavern. Without Ambrosolariel's immediate presence, he felt weak. He'd foolishly left Daisy behind in the stands, and his heart ached slightly at his own carelessness. How could he have been so thoughtless? As if on cue, a hatching attendant strode over, one hand on the dog's harness. Lysander accepted her gratefully, and took a long moment to rub over her ears and head. She wriggled madly, overjoyed at their reunion. After a few moments, he glanced up at Anviel and smiled.

"I'm going to get something to eat," He informed her. "Have you eaten anything?" It was an invitation, if she wished to accept it. He might not be able to answer all of her questions, but he would be happy to try.

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She tilted her head as Chalcedon referred to her as "my lady". That was unnecessary, but his manners were greatly appreciated. Her feathers practically fluttered in pleasure, and she buffeted her wings slightly before she folded them primly against her back, one pair at a time. You are very kind. She informed him brightly. The Seraph took a step toward the dragon and inclined her head to look him in the eye.

She'd heard the laughter which had accompanied his birth. It was no way a dragon wanted to be born, for certain. People were rarely deliberately cruel, but their greatest sin was ignorance. People and dragons alike sometimes acted out of ignorance, and while this did not excuse their behavior, it sometimes explained it. This, however, was different. Ignorance was not the same as apathy, and the people who'd scorned him had been indifferent to his feelings. That was a thoughtless, selfish gesture. She reached forward with her head to gently press her muzzle against his shoulder. I am sorry for what happened when you hatched. Rest assured, you will make your mark. Things do not need to have beauty to be valuable. And while that's true, I'd warrant that you properly stunned them to silence once they saw. She nodded to his wings, and then to his gleaming hide beneath the rocky exterior. He was finely made as far as she was concerned, sturdy and strong.

She stepped back to give him space and to consider his question. While she was very fond of Talixarra, they weren't related. Not technically, at any rate.Talixarra and I share the same mortal mother, she explained. In that way, we're sisters. Even if she hadn't known Talixarra before, one didn't spent months of growing shell-to-shell without learning to endure your clutchmate's thoughts and emotions. Thankfully, the two had tolerated each other just fine. She turned her head to watch Renezneth with his new bonded. There was some resistance there, but she had no doubt Renezneth would endure. It wouldn't be the first time his Bonded had hesitated at the idea of a bond, after all.

I'm eager to learn more about you, prince, she added. His was a fresh, vibrant soul, and she didn't know him at all. There were exciting possibilities for him. What sort of dragon would he grow into? What would he do? She was eager to watch and to see. It'll be an honor to learn beside you.


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Oh, Renezneth knew Aloran very well indeed. How long had he chased his rider through the centuries? Sometimes they passed like whisps of cloud, close but not touching. Other times, they came together like a storm, full of flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder. Aloran lived his life with half of his feet in reality, and the other in a state of wondering, questioning, knowing. He thirsted to learn and explore, to seek out answers where others believed none existed. He drifted like a gull caught on a sea breeze no matter how well grounded he believed himself to be, so that he drifted from one cause to another. He applied himself with reckless abandon, feet-first in the water. He knew the water was deep, but sometimes did not check the depth. Renezneth kept him grounded and focused. Together, they made an excellent team.

But the struggle was always this: Convincing Aloran of the fact. His Bonded was not mean-spirited or thoughtless, but he was prideful. Aloran believed he could conquer his problems alone, and Renezneth was dedicated to proving this was not the case. Like Vee and her dragon, he was caught in a silent exchange, his great head lowered so that his eyes were on level with the centaur's.

The world has need of more than a dreamer right now, Aloran. He murmured to his reluctant rider. You have done your people a great service, and now you can serve an even greater cause. Together, we can accomplish greater things than you could do alone.

It is not what I wanted, Aloran replied, face intense. His dragon snorted so that his hair was fluffed in the warm breeze.

Stubborn petulance does not suit you. The time has come to rub the sleep from your eyes.

I am well aware this is no dream.

Yet you wish that it were so. Renezneth had performed this song and dance too many times to be offended. He could feel the yearning for this companionship deep in Aloran, heating his chest. He simply had to let go of his pride to allow it to flourish. All it would take was time. He turned his head to look at Vee.

That sounds like an excellent idea. He spoke aloud now, and in a pointed tone. Roused by the sound of his dragon's voice, Aloran cleared his throat.

"Yes," He agreed after a few moments had passed. "Nothing good comes from having a hungry dragon, I imagine." He walked along with her, but his gait was stiff. In contrast, Renezneth padded beside him with an easy gait. He strode with all the confidence of a lion, and politely waited for Vee and Serenade to choose their own food before he pursued anything.

I beg your pardon for Aloran's iciness, Serenade. He added as a private aside to the dragon beside him. He has much to tangle with at the moment. It's nothing you or yours have done. Though Aloran had no appetite, Renezneth was ravenous. Hatching was hard work, after all, especially when your shell was as hard as rock. He sampled a bit of everything: Salmon and beef, pork and lamb. His appetite appeared nearly insatiable.

"Perhaps a herd of cattle might suit you," Aloran finally spoke up. "We'll need them to replace all that you've eaten this morning."


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The shadows and moonlight in the hatching complex still seemed to be floating around, but even so, in the blue-white moonlight, two things seemed to be happening almost at the same time. In both the nests of Xifeng and Gus, as well as Ciosa and Terminus (Who was already off balance from one of his camera drones being snatched, and then much of his tail by means of War,). Both nests held an Inferno egg, and both had begun to 'bloom', which was a signifier that they were ready for ignition. Whether they survived or not, however, was anyone's guess, but at least they were ready.

One egg, black and bronze and gold white at Xifeng's next, had small sparklers sputtering up from the egg, and seemed to have lit it's own fuse- Something Xifeng always hated doing. How many fuses had she lit in her life, and how many had ever survived? A few in distant past but since coming to this strange future land, none. She curled up closer to Gus and made soft trilling noises, worried, and preparing her barriers, calling lightly to those around her to be ready to move- Though given how they had already spaced their nests, having understood her situation, under normal circumstances, there would be little risk of danger if things went as planned.

The egg at Ciosa's nest had also fanned its weird petal scales, black and dark purple and bright hot pink cores glowed. It was likely Ciosa that put a touch of flame to the fuse tip, and Terminus threw up his own force field around them all. There were no other eggs to protect at their nest, and the spaces between titans was usually pretty decent, so there was little threat elsewhere.

Unlike accidental eruptions, Inferno eggs did not usually explode with shrapnel, as the unplanned egg had. When ready, the volatile eggs fanned their scales outward, possibly to let excess heat out, or else for some purpose related to hatching. Maybe it was just to let their parents know they were ready. In any case, two fuses, seconds apart, had been lit, and the soft hiss of the burnout crept up to the bases of the eggs, making them hiss and whine like fireworks, before all at once the eggs went off, shooting their occupants in a cloud of smoke upwards in their cases. When they reached a fairly high distance up, both exploded outward in a haze of gold and pink and blue and green and purple, classic sparks and blooms and gold 'phoenix tails' went off with rapturous booms and cracks and zzzzzzzzspps!, and out of this glorious display and smoke, keening joyously, were two Inferno wyrmlings, aloft and circling one another, laughing together for the pure elation that they had both survived. After the loss of one of their siblings, all the inferno wyrmlings had been deathly afraid, but chosen to go together, in support of the other.

They flew, slowly downward, but also circling, each letting out gusts of hot air the other could ride in tandem as they made their way to the sands. One was nearly black, a dark, stark purple that had points of bright pinks and magentas, deep purples and wine-burgundy canvas-like sails, which looked more like a machine than the other, who, while still bearing armor common in Infernos, and also bore a nearly mecha look, still appeared lifelike and organic, and was coated in bronze, gold, blue and greens, with dark points in their slots.

It was the nearly black one that made a cry of alarm as they neared the ground, causing the copper bronze to peer over, metal feathers lifting in confusion. "What's wrong, has something malfunctioned?" He asked, flapping his wings as he watched her with concern. He would be loathe to lose his friend now, and genuinely cared for her well being. The other keened softly to him, but kept focused, assuring him that there was no malfunction in herself. "It seems something has happened to my rider,..." she trailed off, realizing what had happened. "Let us land here, Atomeron, and see about what's going on." She said, gesturing that he should stay in her wake if he had no desire for a rider, which he did not. The dark Inferno let off more heat as she spilled air, landing in the sand with a small runway-like skid to a stop, and curved to one side to let Atomeron land, who did so with about as much skill as she had. His crystal was bright on his chest as he followed her over to a bloody looking scene, concern still shining in his violet eyes.

Quite suddenly the dark falcon changed how she walked, practically bristling as she moved, nearly seamlessly, into a smooth, almost feline motion, stepping around healers and moving to stand over Marcus, her bold action making Chyropter back up as well as he could, confusion lighting on his face at her boldness. "Thank you for keeping my rider from bleeding to death, however....I must ask that you kindly back off now. He is no longer in danger of bleeding out. I appreciate your aid, but you have claimed wrong. Look upon yourself, Chyropter, you bear a crystal but Marcus does not. You had your crystal before you dropped down to save him, so convinced in your belief of loss that you could not accept things as they were." she said, plainly, and calmly. Sometimes a touch blunt, but she was not without kindness, even though part of her was furious he'd tried to claim what was hers.

A little over an hour before, in the chaos of violence that had taken Marcus' leg, as well as the life of a would be rider, those on that side of the long line of candidates had little to no idea that another life had been taken in the shadow of darkness. Clear to the other side, far from them, a different candidate had been mortally injured by one of the flung shards of an egg that seemed to spew darkness from its shell. Even if someone had been there to stop the bleeding, the shell had cut deep, piercing her heart long before medics could get there. The moonlight was not so bright there, and so panic had not set off past a certain range as few even knew it had happened.

It was likely Chyropter didn't even know he had, like his 'enemy', directly caused the death of his rider, and this time, it was simply because he'd hatched violently. As he backed away from Marcus, that feeling of loss that still weighed in his heart grew. The Inferno was right, of course. He felt no connection with the man here, no real bond had formed. It did not take long for him to focus inward, to remember back, to piece together how this had happened, before his gaze turned. In the darkness, there was nothing he could not see, and though the body had been moved, no candidate dared stand where she fell, a pool of blood on the white sheets and soaking into the sand beneath it. Sometimes fate was not so kind. If it was changed at this point, one of the two would still die- There was no way to save both.

While the unfortunate bat wyrmling backed away and seemed lost in his own thoughts, the dark Inferno moved off of Marcus and around, so that she could step up to him properly, and pressed her own cool face against his chest. "I am sorry I was not here sooner, Marcus. But your Panzerfaust is here now, and I will protect you from now on." She said, as their black crystal formed on their own chests, shining blue at the turn of light.

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While Panzer bonded, Atomeron had stayed a respectful distance away, but turned and padded lightly over to Chyropter, who looked shellshocked. "I'm sorry about what happened, Chyropter. I'm Atomeron- We're all here to help you,...We understand loss, if you want to talk..." He said, softly. He meant what he said, his own gaze capable of piercing smoke and shadow, having seen what the other had. He could only assume what it meant, and tried to console his rookery-sibling, but would also give him space as well if he needed it.

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There were plenty of things going on to keep a being of such vast mental ability content. There were minds of so many sorts out there, some were calm, and others barely had control of themselves. There was loss, and joy, acceptance and denial. Her mind sorted all of these things, categorized them into those she could help and those who needed to process things themselves. There were some minds she was still watching that felt could use her skills of memory manipulation, or else, a purging of some memories entirely. It wasn't off the table yet, but she might still nudge those in different directions, if she felt they needed a break from one another.

Her mind was vast, and ancient. Many that had lived and died lost memories of prior lives, in part. Some remembered it all vividly, but still had spaces. But she, the All Seeing of legend, who strode through minds and dreams unafraid, who walked the planes of reality as easily as one could fly, she remembered everything, crisp and aware.

Unlike many dragons of the past, she did not have a rider and never had. She had never felt the need to bind herself. It seemed about time that she was needed most, and so, using her mind alone, she broke her egg apart into calculatedly split pieces, which expanded outward before dropping like ashes around her. She floated, and slowly let her talons touch the ground, solid black, until a flicker of her eyes opened and closed along her body, each a different color, watching and taking in the information of the world around her- and not so around her.

She glanced around with the eyes that were in 'normal' places, two in regular spots and a couple pairs down her muzzle. She regarded this lifetime's parents and seemed amused. It was not the first time one of them had been her parent, the Celestial had surely been her mother at least once before. After taking this in, she turned her gaze back out to the candidates and people, and began to walk. It was not a quick gait, but not slow, either. Precisely fast enough to get where she wanted to at the given moment in time.

...At least until she leapt up and dove into the sand, or so it looked, passing into a different plane and checking it out for a moment. The lines of space and time seemed to be converging into this moment. This was interesting, indeed. Hm. Better to not mess with that. She emerged out of the air and landed upon the sand once more, continuing her walk. There was so much mental chaos and strife here, surely she could help....She stopped. Her gaze fixed upon the bat-dragon as it backed away from an awkward situation. The dragon's eyes lit along her form, most of them watching, many squinting as if the mental pressure coming off the being was almost painful.

It was not the first time this feeling had been encountered, but it had not often happened so soon after hatching. Her skills would be put to the test very soon, as would the others who often helped to keep this particular dragon in line. She absently wondered how difficult it would be to change things. There were dragons capable of bringing lives back, and it had not been so long...Such was not her decision to make, though. She would soon have other things to worry about.

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Name: Amneros Mahasartella
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Parents: ♀ Celestial Mahasarmasael x ♂ Acid/Toxic Mantella
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Personality: Calm, Insightful, Imaginative, Vindictive
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Zemal and Talixarra; tag Alistiana, Lysander/Ambrosolariel, Maksim/Bolero
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Zemal stood at the railing with the Empress for a short while longer, the pair of them looking out across the hatching grounds to watch the proceedings. Things were quiet for a time, and without prompting the Prince finally turned to guide Alistiana back to her seat. She seemed so tiny standing next to him, and even smaller once she returned to her chair, like a child playing at being Empress instead of one of the most preeminent rulers of their time--of all time, truly, for hers was an age he could scarcely begin to fathom.

It wasn't long after the strange metal-not-metal dragon hatched and bonded to the famous singer Faerveren (she didn't seem terribly pleased about this from what he was able to see) that there was finally movement from Yggdrasil's nest. Zemal did not notice the strange confluence overhead in part because he was beginning to occasionally drift off to sleep in his chair, but the moment he became aware of something happening in the spectacularly bloomed Life egg he was wide awake. A strange light came from the blossom, one of the eggs simply vanishing before a presence rose into the air to hover high above the hatching grounds.

The sun rose and there was a flash, a warm rush of light that brought with it not just warmth but a sensation of renewed energy and vigor. And yet, no matter that he was familiar with this being, Zemal knew in an instant that she was not for him. He remembered the presences that had brushed against his mind when he'd touched the Life egg, and while this one was known to him, she was not the one who called out to his heart. So he remained seated as she took her mortal form, watching with a small half-smile as she approached the box where he, the Empress, and one other sat. Most might expect that a creature as glorious was this one was intended for nobility--and indeed she was, though that of far humbler roots than the tree his fruit had fallen from.

We will see each other later.

He responded only with a smile and a tilt of his head, watching as Lysander slowly accepted the dragon who had chosen him. Zemal then looked to Alistiana, who seemed tired but pleased with Ambrosolariel's choice. It was the former that prompted him to have some attendants bring pillows and blankets so that the Empress might make herself comfortable if she so chose. True, perhaps it was not the most dignified thing to do, but Zemal himself was beginning to feel the lure of sleep pulling at him. They'd been roused quite early after not enough sleep some four hours ago now, and the hatching was showing no signs of ending. Surely they wouldn't be the only ones opting for a nap; quite a few of the candidates had bedding with them, and even some of the spectators in the stands had come prepared to catch a few winks between eggs hatching and dragons bonding.

Dignified or not, Zemal did drift off and miss the hatching of the Fate egg entirely. It was screaming that roused him with a jolt in time to see the near fatal mauling of a hatching assistant by a deadly looking young dragon who was quick to slink off after a bat-like creature dropped from the ceiling to aid the man. He made to rise to his feet and go to offer his aid, but the man was on the ground for but a moment before he was surrounded by others, not least among them the recently hatched Ambrosolariel. Surely Zemal could do no better than Yggdrasil's own daughter who was a Seraph besides, and so he slowly settled back into his chair. The event left him plenty wide awake to notice the Time dragons returning an egg plus its subsequent hatching, along with one of the Crystal Titan's offspring finally breaking free of its shell.

His brother followed not long after, but by then the adrenaline had worn off and Zemal was beginning to doze again. This was not the only reason he did not see the second egg within the Paradise bloom hatch; Yggdrasil had it hidden from view, but when she finally lifted her wing a wave of gasps and murmurs drew him back to wakefulness. Zemal tensed in his seat, and for a moment his heart stopped. Even at a distance he knew who she was, what she represented. For so long he had tried to subvert his own destiny, not wanting to accept the mantle of responsibility that had been draped around his shoulders the moment he was born. While it was true that Alistiana and Yggdrasil were immortal and that there might never be a need for him to rise to the throne, much of what he had witnessed in the hours leading up to this moment made him believe otherwise.

There was no denying this anymore. He could no more do so than he was able to shun and ignore the beautiful creature that alighted on the railing in front of them. Without thinking Zemal reached out to take Alistiana's hand, holding it gently in both of his own. He wasn't sure if it was meant to be thanks or reassurance, but he had eyes only for the dragon awaiting him as he released her hand and then rose up to his feet to go meet her.

"I hope I have not kept you waiting for too long... No matter what the past has been, we are here, together in the present once more, Zemal. I am Talixarra, here to help guide you in what will come to pass. Take courage of the heart, for the future is full of mysteries. But we shall unveil them, one at a time..."

Zemal lifted a hand as he stopped in front of her, Talixarra's muzzle pressing lightly against his forehead a split second before his hand stroked along her jaw. Heat blossomed through him as his crystal formed, and for all his previous anxiety and uncertainty he now felt only joy, a broad smile splitting his features.

"I know you," he murmured, his arms wrapped around her slender muzzle as she lowered it to press against his torso. "I've always known you."

"I should hope so," Talixarra replied a bit cheekily, her voice warm with love and amusement. "We have had many lives together. May this one be a long and glorious time."

"From your mouth to the Celestial's ears," Zemal said with a smile before he finally stepped away. It was back to Alistiana he turned, Talixarra right behind him as he approached the Empress once more. "I am not sure that introductions are truly necessary, but..."

The albino wyrmling lowered her great head until she was able to gently nuzzle the Empress with a low thrum of happiness. "Hello again, O Mother," Talixarra murmured gently. "I have come once more to care for him, as I always do. He will be safe with me."

As she greeted the Empress, Zemal found his gaze drawn back to the amulet that sat on the table. On an impulse he took it up again, stepping beneath Talixarra's head so that he might kneel down in front of Alistiana's seat.

"I did not understand the true worth of your gift to me until now," he said lowly, carefully offering the necklace to her before bowing his head. "If you would do me the honor..."

Talixarra, meanwhile, had not missed Ambrosolariel's congratulatory message. In her shyness, her reply was a bit more subdued; I shall indeed, sister, in a moment, so that I may meet yours as well. Zemal speaks with his mother and I would give them a moment first. A moment later there was another to whom she spoke, her voice soft and tinged with a bit of shy uncertainty as she reached out to Bolero; Greetings, Lady of Song. Zemal wishes for you and yours to know he has not forgotten you and wishes to congratulate you soon... if that is okay?
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Half-Dragon Eiadris Tellecosta retelling the events of the hatching season for half the post
Tag: Chyropter's dead would-be rider's bloodstain
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The Aesulla hatching season had been a mess already. Of course, there'd been the incident at the start during the opening ceremonies, when those thugs had decided to harass the young centaur prince. Not only was that a mess to clean up, it had reflected incredibly poorly on the staff. Sure, injures were anticipated and even expected during the hatching season, but it was supposed to be the responsibility of security and the hatching assistants to make sure the candidates didn't harm each other. But whatever, that had been embarassing, but there were more important things to worry about as the hatching season went on.

Then, there had been the touching. That was where the real injuries usually started to show up, and the candidates themselves were most often at fault. However, for this hatching season, it seemed like it was where everything really started to go wrong. It had incredibly difficult to try and fill out the paperwork about the smiting incident. How exactly was someone supposed to describe that on the insurance paperwork? Explain it to the family? And of course, there was the incident with the explosive eggs, the candidate who's arm was cut off, the whole squabble with the Titans... At least the hatching assistants weren't responsible for whatever the Titans did.

Oh, and the dragon responsible for cutting off the candidate's arm was the same one who was guarding that creepy-ass egg. Eiadris almost shuddered to think of it. He didn't want to see what hatched from that.

Then the hatching arrived, and at first, it seemed to be going smoothly, even if it had started at an unholy hour of the morning. The first dragon had gotten to her bonded without incident, and without violence (the same could not have been said of the first wyrmling last hatching season in Nondir). The same was true of the first few wyrmlings, actually. Sure, maybe Kirhok Doomhammer had gotten injured by an egg early on, but that was expected, really. Then there was a minor incident when a floral parent had to be tased, but that was not a huge problem. In fact, it had been a very pleasant hatching, with plenty of beautiful dragons who were able to find their riders and move on without incident.

At least, until around an hour ago, when it seemed hell broke loose in different corners of the hatchery. Maybe it wasn't nearly as violent as it had been in Nondir, but the situation had devolved very quickly.

The first thing Eiadris noticed was the egg-shattering incident on one of the elevated platforms. There had already been a hatching attendant up there- granted, it was a dragon he remembered vaguely from when she had hatched in Nondir, an ice that had assaulted a candidate almost immediately after hatching. That already made him uneasy. Then, it seemed a storm had formed in the same area, and he had little doubt as to what was happening. Eiadris shook his head with disappointment, but didn't make a move to help. They were too far away from him, and there was already plenty of security up there dealing with the incident.

And at around the same time, a hatching assistant was assaulted by one of the newly-hatched wyrmlings. People and newly-hatched dragons alike rushed to his aid, and Eiadris was relieved to see that the seraphic who had hatched earlier had arrived on the scene. Not long after, a technology dragon- the same one who had created a new arm for a candidate at the touching, actually- came to assist. It looked like they would be alright with so much help, and the half-dragon breathed a sigh of relief.

There had been screaming from among the candidates sometime before the hatching assistant lost his leg, and Eiadris made a move to investigate what had happened at around the same time many others were rushing to help Marcus. He did not move too close to as to avoid accidentally coming into contact with that poison, but upon interviewing a few witnesses, it seemed that whatever had happened was an accident. He felt some amount of sympathy for the poor dragon that had killed their bonded upon finding them, but there was nothing Eiadris could do. He departed before Misuto came to see the body.

The half-dragon moved down the line of candidates. The light of Shiruba's moon was appreciated, but it wasn't a huge help as he moved further and further away. Luckily, the hatching assistant still had the flashlight he had used earlier when he assisted in guiding candidates to the actual hatching complex. He slipped his hand into a pocket, digging around for it, before he felt the distinct sensation of metal against his talons. He pulled it out and clicked the button, creating a bright beam of light in a dimmer part of the hatchery. He thought he might've heard some screaming from this area, too, and was coming to investigate.

Eiadris wasn't quite sure where he was going, but eventually, a concerned-looking candidate walked up and whispered into his ear. He gave her a solemn, serious nod, and she began gesturing for him to follow. He made his way after her, and arrived in an area where many nearby candidates had moved away. Oh. It wasn't difficult to see why the incident had not attracted significant attention- it was rather dark in this part of the hatching complex, and whatever had happened had been quiet. Most people didn't even seem to have realized what had happened, especially with most people focused on what was going on with Marcus.

Eiadris shone his flashlight over the bloodstain for only a moment before clicking the button again. He didn't need to look at it anymore- it was obvious just from looking that something had happened. From the amount of blood, there was no way it was just some kind of accident. He also wasn't sure where the cameras were and didn't want to catch their attention, but he prayed to the Celestial that they weren't planning on showing anything like this on television anyways. He did not move closer to the spot on the cloth, and stood perhaps twenty feet away, rummaging through his pocket for something. It wasn't difficult to find, and he pulled his radio out of his pocket, speaking into it.

"We seem to have a pro... There's a, uh, huge bloodstain here, far side of the hatchery. It looks like someone was hurt... badly." Eiadris was speaking quietly. Although most everyone could would be able to hear him anyways probably knew about the blood (and one of them probably should've told him what had happened, and that it was dealt with), he almost seemed to be trying to keep it quiet. He was concerned something could've happened in the dark, like what happened to the Celestial's egg in Nondir, except without anyone having noticed.
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Truth be told, Morgan had almost slipped off to sleep while waiting for the hatching to conclude. Ostoglos had the great misfortune of being very squishy, and the hatching took a very long time to conclude. As far as she could tell, this hatching was going particularly well, though very recently it had taken a rather violent turn. That Zemal had bonded was in part no suprise, but his newly minted companion left her feeling all the more like a fifth wheel. They-Morgan and Aurinko-were simply not cut out for guard duty. The new sub-titan only cemented her feelings more. Perhaps once it was over, she might finally have the confidence to try and convince Aurinko to get them away from Lomira once and for all. For now however, Morgan remained where she was, half asleep, and disinclined to move.

"I don't suppose you two would be willing to go and see about getting us some lunch specials from that lovely food cart yonder?"

Narcida’s voice was enough to rouse the avian shifter as she listened to her order. “Of course.” There was no reason not to acquiesce to the metal dragon’s request as she roused Aurinko from his dozing. They took off in an easy swoop before Morgan landed, straightening out her uniform to be more presentable before giving a polite nod to the two dragons operating the cart.

“Good morning,” She offered. “May I start off with a titan sized order of sweet and sour pork dumplings, and beef stir fry?” She figured she may as well get the most work intensive order out first. Once that was settled she delivered Narcida’s request as well, though she couldn’t quite think of anything for herself. Having strict dietary restrictions made much of what was delicious potentially dangerous for her to eat. It was unfortunate for sure, but she was more than used to it on her own.
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The centaur's stiff gait hadn't been lost on Vee, but she heeded her dragon's words and didn't press the issue, though she did keep an eye on him. Serenade padded beside her, almost seeming to float across the sands, she was so graceful. She would sneak a glance at her fellow dragon, but for the most part, her view was on the food carts ahead. The Crystal dragon was gentlemanly enough to allow the two of them to order their food first, and it was probably a good thing. Serenade ordered a good slab of lamb, and Vee, a cheeseburger and fries. They took their food aside as the male dragon ordered, and the elf was very surprised at the amount of food he had ordered.

They ate in somewhat silence for a moment, before Renezneth apologized to Serenade, and she paused in her dignified eating to answer. All is well, she told him privately. No offense taken, though Elissaveta is quite worried about yours. I have advised her not to mettle, however, and she has obliged. It would seem she is quite fond of him, and protective as a result.

"I'm not so sure that would replenish it," Vee commented to Aloran, when he poked fun at his dragon's eating habits. "He may just go after the herd of cattle as well." She giggled a bit, turning her smile to her friend. His little spurts of humor here and there was relaxing her, though she was still somewhat -okay, very- concerned. She ate her cheeseburger in mostly silence, trying to not show her concern outwardly. She hoped that her small jest would perhaps cover the fact that she was still worried about him, though she knew she couldn't hide it from Serenade.

She finish the burger rather quickly, having not realized that she'd been starving. It wasn't surprising, given the unholy hour they'd been awakened. True, Aloran had offered to call over food for her earlier, but she'd been far too distracted by the actual hatching. Now that she was bonded (though no less excited to see the other wyrmlings hatch and find theirs), she could actually focus on that hunger, and sate it. And she had. Now, she had only a handful of fries left over, and they were disappearing fast. And it hadn't gone unnoticed that the centaur hadn't gotten anything for himself.

She moved from her seated position beside Serenade to the centaur's side. She smiled at him and offered him the fries. She didn't force him, but the offer was definitely there. She also took his hand gently in her's and gave it an encouraging squeeze. She didn't say anything aloud, feeling that all she needed to convey was said in that one squeeze. She turned her attention, then, back to the hatching in time to see the next three hatch. And while she found them to be equally as beautiful as the others, one look back at her own dragon had her convinced none, save, perhaps for Renezneth, came near Serenade in the terms of beauty.
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There was something to be said about being unbonded. For Atomeron it wasn’t just that none of the candidates suited his fancy, there was his element to consider. He was dangerous to everyone, friend and enemies alike. The thought of living with himself if he brought harm to his hypothetical made the armor plates and feathers of his body rise. His father had suffered the same fate, but even Gustabari had a chance to even get to know his rider. They had grown together for years. For Chyropter to be denied so many times and so early on, Atomeron certainly felt for the poor dragon.

But there were other kinds of loss, and family was just as important. Atomeron’s heritage was a dangerous one and his sister had suffered the ultimate price. It was no one’s fault, how could it be? It could have been any one of the inferno eggs upon the hatching grounds, his included. To be an inferno was to flirt with death from the moment that one’s egg touched the hatching grounds. Atomeron knew he could not relate to Chyropter on all points, but surely he could offer some solace. He understood loss, perhaps that would be enough?

It was not.

As Atomeron waited for Chyropter to acknowledge him, he was left waiting indefinitely. It felt awkward to stand there offering support that was not wanted. With a ruffle of his metallic feathers, the young inferno clicked and ground his beak. Though he wished to help, he needed food The offer still stands. Seek me out if you have any need of support.

He offered a small bob of his head to the batlike dragon before carefully making his way away from the gathered crowd of healers and concerned dragons. It seemed today he was destined to be neither, at least in the group where it might matter. No worries, he could tend to his own needs first.

Atomeron let his stomach lead the way. From the time that they were first able to form thoughts, there had been discussion of pizza. Why the food had reached such an almost divine status among the wyrmlings was beyond him. As he approached the assembled food carts however, Something else drew his attention. It was not the heavy and comparatively greasy disks that spoke to him. He approached another cart, brushing his scaled talons across his nares briefly.

One large bowl of creamy Tom Yum Soup please, with extra shrimp!
He sat back on his haunches to wait as the tantalizing scents of lemongrass, kaffir leaves, and coconut milk came together with fish paste and a myriad of other spices to make a heavenly concoction the likes of which the young inferno had never imagined. When the bowl was finally finished, he accepted it graciously, inhaling the intense aromas of spicy and sour noodle soup before tipping back a mouthful of broth to savor. His crest and tail feathers fluttered briefly at the creamy and sweet contrast with the pungent sour flavors and succulent shrimp. He could get used to this. Thanking the chef once again, he took his prize to the side before seeking out the ledge that his family still rested on. He gave an enthusiastic wave, resolving to visit them soon once his meal was finished-or at least after he was full.
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