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Post by Rose of Pern on Feb 26, 2012 0:31:48 GMT -5
I8 T450
Late Winter
OOC Keep in mind that if anyone wishes to create a candidate you can still do so. This is merely the starting post for the Hatching.
Like everything in the Weyrhold, it started with a bang. Everything was calm one moment and the next it was like all hell broke loose. The first one who noticed something off was Kaelisth. The Bronze had remained near the Hatching Sands since the moment the Weyrwoman died but had taken a moment to go get himself some food. Upon his return, he knew it was time. It was simple for the bronze to notice the sudden absence of the gold. Where once she had been next to the eggs, was now only a void in the Sand. There was no time to deal the loss when a momentous event was about to begin.
With no gold dragon to begin the noise, he took up the hum. He would lift his head into the air as he sat on his haunches. His chest began to vibrate as he hummed. The noise echoing as even other dragons began to join in. The sound radiated from the Hatching Sands all across the Weyrbowl and to the weyrs. It would almost seem like the Hatching Sands were so placed that the sound would echo out to everything within the mountain. The dragons had all arranged themselves in the upper levels of the Sands even as people began to make their way into the stands to watch the event unfold.
On the sands, themselves, the eggs had begun to wiggle. One or two had developed cracks but most remained still. Still, the humming of the dragons signaled what was about to happen.
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Post by Rose of Pern on Feb 26, 2012 0:32:11 GMT -5
N'ven had ushered all the candidates that were within the Barracks into the Sands. His dragon had already gotten into the upper levels with the others but the older man was the one herding the Candidates. Not that he minded, he rather enjoyed his job. Regardless, he continued to check and double check as they walked. "Everyone have their robes and boots?" The question rang out as he glanced back and forth. All the Candidates had been given the white Robe and the pair of boots for wear for this particular event.
"When you get out there, everyone make a semi-circle around the Eggs." He called out even as he motioned to the first boy in the group to lead the way out. "And be cautious, don't make an assumption that the dragon moving to you is actually yours!" He preferred to warn the Candidates to prevent anyone from getting majorly injured but there was always one or two that forgot. And with that, he would stand aside and let the group of Candidates onto the sands. "Girls on the left, boys on the right!" He shouted. He was a traditionalist, girls were there to impress the gold not to try and get a fighting dragon that belonged to the boys.
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Post by Zen on Feb 26, 2012 1:13:06 GMT -5
RoruzonThe humming started, the signal that the eggs were hatching, and the Candidate Master was calling them together, checking that they were ready, ushering them out and toward the sands. Roruzon thought about his first standing again, wondering how this one might compare to it. They were starting quite similarly at least. He hoped they would end incredibly different… with him leading his dragon off the sands rather than being left standing. And as the Candidate Master warned them that just because a hatchling was moving toward you didn’t mean it was yours, he touching his chest lightly where that warning had gone unheeded at his first standing and now a large scar on his chest would forever remind him. He’d watched his cousin Impress and was sure he would too, so when that Blue had headed towards him he had been sure it must be his.
He shook his head, bringing him back to the present as they reached the sands and spread out in a semi-circle. He stood amongst the boys but hardly registered that they were there. He had eyes only for the eggs, searching through them to find the few that were shaking already, cracking, willing one to choose him, and also watching to be sure to get out of the way of any hatchlings that clearly didn’t want him. He had little desire to repeat the pain the last hatching. And if he was left standing again... he'd simply wait for the next clutch, and stand again... and again until his dragon hatched for him. He knew there had to be a dragon for him, HAD to be... whether it was in this clutch or not was the only uncertainty.
He glanced over the Golden egg briefly and remembered... where was Gelwinth? He closed his eyes briefly, so she'd Betweened already.... He shook his head, the death of a Gold was not something he wanted to be thinking about right now. Anyway, it was infinitely more depressing seeing her half alive and wasting away on the sands than thinking about her finally being able to end her grief. FalaFala wasn’t quite sure what she expected hatching day to be like but she hadn’t thought it would be so hectic and rushed. Hurriedly she’d thrown on the white robe she’d been given and pulled on the boots, hopping after some of the other girls as she got the second boot on, not wanting to be the last one. Trey was rather agitated by all the commotion while Kiko was once again nowhere in sight. She sent Trey away, not wanting him to end up attacking anyone, especially any hatchlings, during such an important event.
As they headed toward the sands she went over the Candidate Master’s brief instructions. Semi-circle around the eggs… don’t assume a dragon is yours…. When they got there he gave them their final instructions and she took her place to the left with the other girls, shifting from one foot to the other in some attempt to expel the rush of energy that came from her excitement at the hatching. She couldn’t make herself stand still no matter how hard she tried. She couldn’t wait to see this first hand, no matter if she Impressed or not.
She had the shortest thought about her mother and looked around at the stands to see if she was there yet, but couldn’t find her amongst the people filing in. She’d be there eventually, she knew, it was after all the thing she wanted most for her daughter. She turned back to the eggs, watching them shake with their first hints of the lives within. This was so exciting!
She looked around at the other girls, back to the eggs, her gaze falling upon the Golden egg briefly before going back to the girls around her. Back in the Candidates' quarters she'd heard most of them discussing the Golden egg, half of them hoped to Impress the Gold within and the other half seemed not to want to Impress at all, which led her to wonder why they'd agreed to Candidacy at all.
There was little talk about Impressing any of the other colors, though a few of the girls who talked about Impressing Gold thought that a Green wouldn't be too bad if the Gold chose someone else. Fala didn't have much of an opinion on the issue of what color she hoped to Impress. Certainly Impressing the Gold would be something, they were so rare, and huge, and were the only dragons capable of laying eggs so that would be interesting to experience, but she was certain she'd be just as happy on any other color that chose her. Talaria and TanithTanith took up the humming just like any other dragon and flew to the Hatching Sands, leaving her rider behind.
“Shards, Tanith, don’t wait for me or anything!” Talaria called after the Green, who she knew would ignore her. Instead she was left rushing toward the Hatching Sands like a non-rider, muttering to herself the whole way until she took up a place amongst the stands, glaring up mutinously at her dragon. Her gaze swept over the candidate, registering her cousin briefly, before going to the Golden egg. If only Tanith hadn’t Impressed her she might be standing for that Gold even now. Sharding Green.
Looking around once more the lack of Gelwinth became apparent and she frowned slightly, Tanith... Gelwinth is gone?
Yes, came the short reply.
Why was there no keening?
What is there to mourn? She has finally gone to follow Hers when she was trapped here before. That was the time to mourn. Now her children hatch, she is with Hers, and all is right.
Talaria sighed; the Green did make a certain amount of sense. She turned her attention back to the eggs, and her cousin.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2012 1:43:17 GMT -5
The humming that reverberated throughout the barracks was the only warning that Talera had required. She could feel the vibrations down to the soles of her boots and as deep down as her bones. Every hatching felt the same, she realized, no matter if you were within the barracks or roaming about the lower caverns. Every hatching's hum sang in the blood and tingled across the flesh.
Talera grabbed her robes.
She slung the cloth around her shoulders and hastily tied it about her waist. Best to be ready and not in pristine condition than perfect in appearance but lacking in attendance. She tied her hair into a rough knot and yanked to insure its security. Better to have it out of her face should she need to duck out of the way of a bonded dragonet than have the brown scruff disable her sight in a crucial moment.
Don't make assumptions, N'ven's words echoed within her mind. It was entirely possible that she would be left standing. As it was, she was one of, if not the oldest candidate in the group. If she was deemed too old, too set in her ways, too... Well, too anything not needed by a dragon, then there was nothing to be done. She wouldn't be standing at the next hatching, regardless of the day's outcome.
Don't make assumptions? She almost laughed; it wasn't an assumption to know that in a Turn, she'd either be working the creche or in another suite of barracks.
If she was lucky, it'd be the latter.
Talera eased her way onto the sands, grateful for the heavy leather of the boots they'd been gifted. The sands were abysmally hot, and even a single extra layer of hide between her soles and the terrain she knew meant the difference of hot and burnt. The left side of the sands were quiet enough, despite the solid vibrations of the hum – and the wobbling of the eggs. To be certain, the number of hopefuls for the gold were vastly inferior to the amount of lads the Weyr had (by some miracle, to Talera's mind) managed to scrape together. She recognized a sparse few from the caverns and wondered if the lads were even old enough to stand. They hadn't been her charges, however, so if their foster mothers had thought it best to present them, then so be it.
Once in position near the golden egg, Talera was only vaguely aware of the other girls nearby – or, for that matter, the spectators filing into the sands. The onlooking earlier in the sevenday had been one thing, she thought with growing awe; actually being on the grounds when there were birthing dragonets was quite another. Talera took in a heavy breath of air and stared at the clutch as one sole thought entered her mind.
The queen, it seemed, had managed to go between on her own after all.
Expelling the breath, she felt a sudden knot at the back of her throat. There had been no keen for the dying gold. Why did that absent sound make the loss so much more of a disturbance? Talera took a hand and rubbed it absently at her face. It wouldn't do for a grown woman to cry, her first time standing.
Besides, she thought to herself, children cry. Women endure, cavern-logic reminded.
And hadn't Gelwinth endured enough?
Talera cleared her throat before clasping her hands together in front of her robes. It wouldn't be long now, if the spider-thin cracks along the eggs were any indication. Truth be told, she doubted there would be much of a spectacle for the onlookers, short of hunting down the candidate they knew (or at the very least, recognized). The suspense, she was quickly growing to realize, was in the standing.
Time felt sluggish, afraid of moving forward.
Talera felt as if she understood why so many children were dragon-mad, the moment they reached the age of candidacy. If this rush, if this waiting and wanting was even a fraction of what her old charges had felt – she understood exactly why they kept coming back to the grounds.
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Post by Avon on Feb 27, 2012 22:30:54 GMT -5
Arlan (tag Roruzon)
It wasn't Arlan's first Hatching, but it was his first time Standing. Ever since he had been old enough to understand what was going on, he had observed the Hatchings, watching the dragonets find their riders. He understood the pitfalls and the joys of a Hatching. This was an odd one, though, with no Queen to preside over the eggs. He felt a pang of sadness deep in his gut as he walked onto the sands and saw that Gelwinith was absent. The Senior Gold that had been in charge of the Weyr for so long had slipped away unnoticed.
Shaking his head, Arlan reminded himself not to be sorrowful now. The baby dragons would be looking for optimistic, encouraging minds. Putting a smile on his face, he walked to the left of the sands and joined the other male candidates.
He ended up next to Roruzon, a fellow weyrbrat. They were the same age and had grown up together in the creche. "Hey, good luck," Arlan said, his smile growing more genuine.
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Post by Kyra on Feb 28, 2012 17:04:06 GMT -5
Zyika listened to the candidate master as they were all shuffled into the hatching sands. Her eyes peered around looking at her fellow candidates with no fear in her eyes. Yes, this was not her first hatching but it was her first hatching on these sands. Closing her eyes for only but a moment she sighed, today she would impress. Zyika had a feeling that her lifelong mate was on these sands. How she knew, she could not explain but she felt it. This hope that her dragon was here.
Reopening her eyes she felt sorrow and joy for the long gone Queen. The Gold was now in peace that was for sure. Zyika's eyes flickered to the eggs where the first smile spread across her face in a long long time. She took a deep breath as her eyes settled on the eggs. She did not care if she impressed a high rank or a low rank for she believed any dragon would be just amazing to be bonded to. Yet just like most of the girls, Zyika could not help but look at the beautiful golden egg that held the weyr's newest Queen.
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Post by Rose of Pern on Feb 28, 2012 17:27:50 GMT -5
The candidate Master waited until everyone was in before he followed into the Hatching Sands. He wouldn't be close to the group but he would be there in case someone had a problem. He doubted it though. Hatching was a pretty straight forward event in his mind. Of course, he wasn't thinking about those who may not be as prepared for it as the older candidates but it was a little late for that at this point. He just kept a mental note of who was here and who he thought would be the most likely to impress.
The dragons were all humming as they waited and watched for the newest hatchlings of their kind to face the world. Kaelisth was one of the loudest but then he had reason to be. The Bronze being vocal in that humming. He did not mourn for the lost Gold, merely looked towards the future of their kind.
The sound was audible amongst the crowd. That distinct cracking that seemed to echo out above the humming. There, amongst the center of the eggs, the first one to crack began to hatch. The Strips of Sand egg tilted back and forth as the dragon within strained against the shell. Bit by bit, the crack traveled from top to bottom until finally a chunk of the shell broke off. Poking out of one side of the egg was a stubby little brown wing. It wiggled a few times and was joined by a second wing.
The dragon within did not seem to be the least bit annoyed that it could not get free. The egg twisted and turned about, bumping into the other nearby eggs, before finally the brown managed to get free. The little creature seemed just a bit surprised and sat there, staring at all the boys ringing around the other eggs. It just sat there as if it was thinking over what it should do. After a few moments, it got to it's feet and wobbled just a little bit on it's way towards the candidates. It was slow moving, taking each step very carefully.
Cracks were forming on the other eggs but the Gold egg did not seem to move like the baby dragon within just felt like she deserved taking her time. Something about it shouted that she was going to come out on her own time instead of rushing like the Brown had.
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Post by Zen on Feb 28, 2012 23:11:47 GMT -5
RoruzonRoruzon’s concentration on the eggs was broken by a voice beside him. He didn’t turn his head to see who it was, but his eyes flicked sideways to see Arlan, a familiar face. He gave a single nod and offered in return, “You too.” At the distinctive cracking sounds, however, Arlan was once more forgotten and he turned back to watching the eggs, tense with renewed excitement. He searched out the egg that had made the sound and found the Strips of Sand egg rocking quite vigorously. What would hatch out first?
He took a half step forward, trying to see better as the egg cracked open and… was the hatchling Brown? It took him a moment to figure out exactly what part of the hatchling he was looking at, but it was definitely Brown. Wings. The second one appeared before the egg started moving about once more, bumping into its siblings. He watched intently, waiting to see where the hatchling would go once it was free, who it would choose….
There it was, finally free of its shell. It seemed to take a break for a short while and he shifted from one foot to the other, willing it to move and choose. Outwardly Roruzon was the very picture of calm and collected but inwardly the suspense of the hatching was already getting to him. His thoughts turned to Impressing a Brown…. He had no real preference as to what he Impressed, so long as he did, but what would it be like to Impress a Brown? A Brown could take him to a leadership position… a Brown could help him prove his worth quite well. He found himself willing the Brown his way at that point. FalaThere was some murmuring amongst the candidates as she stood there, getting more and more impatient by the moment. When would one hatch already!? How on Pern was she going to last through the hatching if it was going to take SO LONG!? She continued to shift from one foot to the other, gaze flicking around at the eggs, trying desperately to find one that was hatching out a dragon, something to break up the waiting. She hated waiting.
All of the eggs, well, save the Golden egg anyway, seemed to be shaking in some way, but when was one actually going to-crack! Where? Which one? Which one cracked? Had a dragon hatched out yet? No… but one egg, the Strips of Sand egg, was rocking quite furiously and quite clearly cracking. Yes, finally! She stopped shifting briefly to watch the egg until the Brown appeared from within and sat there looking around. It was a lot bigger than she’d expected… after all it was only a baby.
She wondered if it would come towards her… she didn’t think she’d ever seen a Brown with a female rider before, but she couldn’t be sure. Her gaze travelled quickly over the other eggs, looking for any others close to hatching but having no luck before returning to the little Brown. Come on, move little guy, everyone’s waiting on you! she urged, beginning to shift impatiently again.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2012 0:28:34 GMT -5
The sandy-shelled egg had cracked, hadn't it? Telara thought she saw as much in the commotion of the hatching. She wondered if Melarl was watching the egg as it shook and opened, revealing a laid-back brown.
As expected, the sands covered what bits came off the egg, and the woman grinned. It would be like hunting for a needle in a needle-stack, looking for those broken remains. She watched with growing interest as the hatchling wobbled his way toward the slew of lads to the right. The main event hadn't started her hatching as of yet, and Telara saw little need to look over it if there were other births to be had at the moment. When it rocked, she would divert all attention then.
The dragonet would need to Impress soon, if it wanted to live. She knew hatchling deaths to be a real thing, should they not Impress before starvation overtook their fragile frames. If the brown didn't decide on a lifemate soon...
“Go,” she muttered, “Find a lad.”
Despite herself, Talera glance back to the golden egg. Cracks were already forming on the other shells, were they not? Had the largest not received enough heat from either mother or sands? Surely, it wasn't a dead end – not when they needed another good queen in the Weyr. Talera took a step toward the egg, hands pinned to her sides.
One didn't disturb an unhatched dragon, she reminded herself, feeling childish for even taking the step forward. She stepped back, then tore her eyes away, forcing herself to watch the rest of the clutch as it continued to wobble and crack and break.
No, she thought privately, better to watch and hope for the best than think the worst and it come true. Talera expelled a breath, reminding herself that multitudes of dragons had come and gone, long before she decided to stand, and would continue to come and go long after she no longer remained on the grounds. It was just her nerves, she thought, nerves and age getting to her.
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Why wouldn't that sharding brown pick, though?
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Post by Rose of Pern on Feb 29, 2012 0:58:54 GMT -5
The little brown dragon paused for a moment to shake some of the sand off it's body. Like a dog, it shook from it's snout down to it's tail. The shake promptly sent the brown sprawling to the ground. His fall bumped against another egg, causing it to crack but he paid little mind to that. The Brown creeled as it spread it's wings to try and rebalance itself. In the warmth of the Hatching Sands, it's hide was starting to dry making the color come across as something more then one single blob of color.
The tip of the dragon's nose was a dark brown color while the rest was turning the sort of brown usually seen in leaves during the fall. That dark shade of brown would be seen along the belly which would move to completely cause the tail to be the same dark shade. The toes were the same shade and while the wings had a mixture of both colors; the center parts of the wing were an unusual shade of brown. Nearly red in color, they made the dragon appear to have nearly all colors of brown across his hide. Those wings continued to flap as it got to it's feet and continued it's travel towards the candidate of it's choosing. The brown knew that it's rider was there amongst the crowd and it would walk as long as it had to, to get to them.
It moved towards the males, pausing at the first group of boys. It's head tilted as it regarded the first boy to come near it. Those eyes staring curiously at them before it huffed and moved past. It stopped and stared at each boy while the eggs behind it cracked. It was at least looking even if it was not having some success.
The Green Planet Egg that the brown had bumped into would crack open easily, spilling the green baby within to the sands. It rolled head over tail until it came to rest with a thump onto the sands. It's head on the ground between it's front paws, the green looked utterly irritated. It gave one of the most annoyed sounds a dragon could make as it glared at it's brother. It clearly said 'How dare you knock me over!' in those whirling eyes and the quick flapping of it's wings. Of course, there was no noise said to the sibling as it quickly became preoccupied at the fact that there was sand on her. That same bit of annoyed noise was now turned to the sand that clung to her wings.
The sand did little to hide the fact she was a typically green coloring with her tail and the end of her muzzle were far darker. The end of her headknobs also possessed the same dark color. The edges of her wing membranes were also darker and lightened until it matched up with the rest of her body. As she moved, there were clear highlights of a lighter color along her shoulders, hips and toes. The green was still sounding annoyed at the dirt on herself. Like the dirt should never be on her form.
Still, the gold egg did not hatch but it was no longer still. There was a bit of a shake back and forth as the dragon within begin to seek it's freedom.
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Post by Kyra on Feb 29, 2012 1:13:14 GMT -5
Zyika watched the brown hatch with a smile on her face. Oh the dragons were just too cute when first born that was for sure. Go find yours. Zyika kept thinking as if any of the hatchlings could hear her. She watched the Brown wander to the males wondering who will be the first to impress. Her eyes flickered to the next hatchling that came, a Green that looked slightly upset about being bumped.
Zyika chuckled slightly watching the Green oh how upset it seemed. Well someone will have their hands full with that one Her eyes flickered once more to the Golden egg as she noticed movement. Rolling her eyes slightly she shook her head. So perhaps the new Queen will hatch quicker then she thought and one these girls will be the newest gold rider. Hopefully to someone not so stuck up...right?
Zyika continued to watch the two hatchlings curious to who will be the first two to impress. Her eyes continued to flicker over the eggs, sometimes watching the gold egg longer then most. She also liked to look at the candidates to figure which ones were first time candidates, or to look at the stands just to see if her mother or father may have come. Okay so she was excited to be here...but she tried not to get her hopes up in impressing.
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Post by Rose of Pern on Feb 29, 2012 3:57:38 GMT -5
The green finally got annoyed enough with the sand on her wings to get up from where she was sitting. She moved in the same direction as her brown brother. She kept shaking her wings as she walked, trying to get the sand from off her wings. She didn't like the fact that the sand was sticking to her as she dried. There was another annoyed sound coming from the green as she careened about the sands. She stopped at the edge of the line of boys and began looking amongst them for her own human. The gold egg finally developed a crack, but it was muted as two other eggs fully cracked open. The Frozen Fire Egg had developed a large crack straight from the top to the bottom, falling into two neat little pieces on either side of the small dragon that fell out. He was a bit on the unusual side as he was slimmer then most dragons, especially newly hatched ones. Even with the grime of the hatching sands clinging to his hide, it was easy to see that this dragon was a bronze. His hide shined far more then even the wet bits of egg clinging to his hide made it possible. There were a few spots that made him almost look bright, like spots of fire highlighted his skin. The second egg that hatched was the Lightning over Water Egg. It rocked back and forth before tilting over into a patch of loose sand. It puffed up and covered the newly hatched dragon. There was a squeal as a piece of shell was tossed up out of the cloud. The dragon within the dirt seemed to be more interested in playing with the sand and shells. The brown finally found where it was meant to be. The wings flexed outwards as it gave a happy little creel. The little dragon went to move past the nearest group of boys. Without consideration for any of them, it shoved it's body between the closest two and scrabbled across the sand. The boy on the left gave a scream as he fell beneath the Brown dragon. The tiny claws of the dragon ran across the boy, causing him to trip and fall to the sands. It was a tangle of dragon and person as the dragon creeled out in panic. Mine! This one gets in my way! The dragon's voice was full of panic as it tried to get away from the boy. The young man was twisting about as it tried to get away from it. Falamine! Please help your Zemoth! I'm hungry and he won't let me go! The dragon creeled and flapped it's wings as it continued to struggle.
Zemothad5d06 Personality:Zemoth's personality is a bit on the unusual side. For the most part, Zemoth comes across as the typical brown dragon. He's wise, confident, clever and willing to help others. He'll be the first to be there with an idea to solve some problem or other. His ideas are usually good ones but there will be those times when he'll come up with something so out there that people will often be left scratching their heads. It's just that his ideas are often flowing and he easily shifts from one thought to another. He's not flighty or spacey by any means; he just lets his mind flow from one logical step to another. He's just got a different mind then most dragons. With his rider, Zemoth is the type to bounce ideas off them and then work it out to make everything work just perfectly fine. Then there is his rider. It's the one thing that Zemoth never thinks about. His rider can do no wrong in Zemoth's eyes. Even if his decides to do something that is totally silly, it must be everyone else that is incorrect or perhaps it was him that made the wrong move. Of course, he'll figure out what went wrong and solve the problem. It's the same when it comes to chasing. If he doesn't win, he'll work out how to win the next time. Description:Zemoth is on the side of large for a brown. Even when he was hatched, he was bigger then his fellows. Not that his body is improperly shaped, he's actually rather built. His form is the perfect shape for a dragon. His whole body is a typical brown shade but it varies from place to place. Starting at his nose, there is a darker brown. This dark brown travels along his belly and towards his tail. The last half of his tail and his toes are that same shade as well. The most significant variance of brown is the one on his wing membranes, the brown is nearly red in color. While Zemoth's size might be a hindrance when it comes to flying, he just lasts longer in flights. He's more then capable of out flying even some of the bronzes. |
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Post by Zen on Feb 29, 2012 15:36:29 GMT -5
Fala and ZemothFala watched the Brown shake and unbalance himself, bumping against one his sibling’s eggs and falling to the sand. A flash of concern shot through her but it was up again soon enough and didn’t seem to be hurt in any way. As the concern receded amusement replaced it. It was rather comical watching the clumsy hatchling bumble about. As his hide dried his true colors showed through, a wonderful mixture of different shades of brown. He was beautiful.
Finally he started moving towards the boys, inspecting them all before passing them by. As the Brown was inspecting the boys Fala was distracted by another hatching. A Green spilled onto the sands with a rather amusing expression, if you asked Fala. It seemed quite indignant. The Green also headed toward the boys as two other eggs broke open. The hatchling that appeared from the Frozen Fire egg was clearly a Bronze. She was pretty sure only boys could Impress Bronzes, just like only girls could Impress Golds.
Before she could get a look at the fourth hatchling there was a scream from one of the boys. She whipped around toward the source of the sound to see the Brown hatchling tangled with one of the boys and out of nowhere she heard a panicked plea. Mine! This one gets in my way! She blinked in surprise and looked around, and then the ecstasy of Impression hit her so strongly her legs nearly gave out underneath her. Falamine! Please help your Zemoth! I'm hungry and he won't let me go!
She staggered unconsciously toward the Brown before regaining the strength in her legs, “Oh, Zemoth, stop flailing around like that! I’ll help you just stay still before you hurt yourself!” The boy tangled with her dragon was nearly forgotten as she raced over to help the Brown. He had stilled some, but was still squirming, his hunger overwhelming. His hunger struck Fala like a punch to the stomach, “Just hold on… we’ll get you food.” She reached Zemoth and pushed and tugged at the boy he was tangled with until the hatchling stumbled free. She wrapped her arms around the Brown neck, “Are you okay?”
I’m hungry Mine! So hungry…. He creeled in pain. She rubbed her hands soothingly over his headnobs and looked around, realizing suddenly she wasn’t really sure what to do now. Then realizing… she had Impressed. “Zemoth… are you really mine?” she murmured softly, quite disbelieving.
Of course I am yours, Falamine… please feed me now? RoruzonRoruzon watched Brown with the same intent gaze until he had stopped before him, stared at him curiously, and finally moved on. The Brown was very clearly not his. He let out a soft sigh and looked to the Green that was coming toward them and looking them over. What if he Impressed a Green? Quick and agile, the larger colors could never beat them when it came to speed….
As the Green was making no immediate moves toward him, he looked over the unhatched eggs just as two broke open. The Frozen Fire egg, the one he’d been so drawn to when they’d first visited the eggs, hatched out a little Bronze. A Bronze… if he Impressed a Bronze… who could deny his worth then? If a Bronze chose him…. Like most of the other boys on the sands were probably doing, he willed the Bronze toward him.
He glanced around briefly at the boys around him and took another half step forward, as if it would draw the Bronze’s attention, lead him forward, lead the little dragon to choose him. So focused on the Bronze was he now that he didn’t even realize the Brown that had passed him over had Impressed… to a girl no less.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2012 16:24:41 GMT -5
More hatchlings freed themselves of their confines, and Talera's concern over the brown grew with every step that the dragonet took. When the hatchling bowled through a gaggle of hopeful lads – clearly intent on passing them by without another look, her concern turned to disbelief. Was he heading toward the spectator's stands? Surely not.
Then again, with one boy attached to his claws, it was clear the brown was no longer heading anywhere. However, Talera's assumption that the boy's fall had grown to Impression had been altogether incorrect. The girl – the sea-girl? - rushed to the creature and the lad, obviously aiding the young dragon in detangling himself.
But, did that mean...
The girl had Impressed a brown? Girls were golden-sought – or at the very least, for the needful green – but a brown?
Talera was thrunderstruck at the sight. She ignored the floundering green, the flame-licked bronze, and the procrastinating hatchling that had just cracked out; a girl and a brown? Her mind couldn't wrap itself around the notion. Features full of confusion, she tried to find M'ker in the crowds, hoping to find some sort of answer from him.
There were too many people for her to find anyone, let alone a single face. Talera directed her attention back to the golden egg. It was cracking now, wasn't it? The deep lines were fracturing down at odd angles, but the queen inside still seemed to be taking her time. Talera almost laughed at the idea; of course the gold would have others wait on her.
Frankly, she thought, it was better than getting caught up in the midst of a group of candidates you didn't want, all for rushing; she looked back to the brown, then shook her head.
It just wouldn't make sense.
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Post by Rose of Pern on Feb 29, 2012 16:52:44 GMT -5
In the stands, Neera let out a cheer. While everyone was happy for the new impression, some were a bit hesitant about the fact that a girl had impressed a brown. Neera on the other hand was ecstatic. "You go girl!" She was loud enough to be heard. Like one of those lone voices in the crowd to break the silence. Cheers quickly followed to congratulate the newly impressed. Some of it was kind of hesitant like no one wanted to really think about the fact that the brown had chosen a girl of all things. M'ker was also in the stands, in the section set aside for the ranking members of the Weyr. A few people sat near by, mostly Wing Leaders and visiting members from the other Weyrs. There was a murmur amongst them as they started to discuss the recent impression. M'ker just kept his mouth shut and did the typical face palm. This was not a good thing. On the Hatching Sands, N'ven was off to the side with the large selection of meats for the new dragonets. He motioned to try and get Fala's attention to lead her and the Brown over. "By the Shell, girl! Get over here!" His voice was irate as he tried to get her to move. It was probably more to do with the fact that she was actually a girl but he wasn't going to admit that. Not right now anyway. A few healers were already waiting to check to make sure the brown was unharmed while another was waiting to rush towards the young boy who got slightly mauled. They would not run out until the dragon was moved. No point in startling the newly hatched creature and possibly injuring him worse if he wasn't already injured. A few others were standing there and moving to motion the other newly impressed to encourage them to move towards feeding them right off the bat. The bronze continued to move. Stepping towards the young boys with confidence. That hide of his had dried more and now the reddish colors were clearly visible. The color was bright along his neck, shoulders, hips and wing membranes. It almost looked like he had come out a forge, recently smelted and still hot in a few places. The hungry color of his eyes was almost muted compared to how bright of a bronze he was. He continued to walk towards them, his wings folded against his back as he sniffed at first one and then the other. The green gave an angry creel when she realized the bronze had moved ahead of her. Racing towards him, she raised her wings and buffeted the air near him. The look was clearly insulted that he was looking at the candidates in front of her. The bronze was a bit surprised as it stared at her like she was a bit of a wherrie instead of another dragon. It snorted at her and went to move past but the green snapped a little at him as if he was being just plain silly. While the two dragonets seemed to have a battle of wills, the third that had been within the dust cloud finally moved out. Squeaking just a little as she regarded her siblings, the dragon was a very bright shade of green. From nose tip to nose tail, she was far more green then the irate sibling of her's. The very tips of her wings seemed to get even brighter, like she had dipped them in very light green paint. She was also a little smaller but that didn't stop her from rushing towards the candidates with a creel of her own. The wings were still wet and they flapped against the air, sending bits of sand everywhere as she approached the pair. She gave a rather curious sounding chirp at her siblings who were ignoring her. The lighter green gave a slightly annoyed cheep noise; her head moving as if she was rolling her eyes at the pair. She moved past them, ignoring the first group of boys all together. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she moved across the sands. Pausing at the edge, she seemed to be indecisive between the two groups. Her head moving first to the boys and then to the girls and then back to the boys. There was a happy creel as she suddenly darted off towards one particular candidate. Without hesitation, she practically bowled over Zyika, those big eyes swirling a mix of happiness and hunger. Why there you are, Zyikamine! The green promptly sat on her haunches and peered at her rider. Your Paeth could not find you and was worried that you weren't here. You're here. Paeth's here. We're here together. The dragon was definitely happy even as her hunger radiated towards her chosen human. Now that we are here can you please feed your Paeth? For a newly hatched dragon, she was quite talkative but there was politeness in her tone that most people couldn't even match. While the green was finding hers, the gold egg finally cracked open fully. The creature that spilled out onto the sands was by far the largest of the clutch. From nose tip to nose end, she was pure gold. There were no marks, no light gold, no dark gold; nothing but the same shade of bright gold. There was a slightly perturbed look on her face as she pawed at the sand. She did not like this bright new world and this gritty feel beneath her toes. There was clear distaste as she stepped towards the girls. The gold did not look at all towards the other candidates, merely the ones in front of her. Those eyes spun as she approached. Her head was held high and there was clear pride in her posture. She stalked forward and stopped directly in front of Talera. There wasn't even a second glance towards the others. Your Aerroth will be fed now, Taleramine. The voice was a matter of fact, like it should have been clear all along. And cleaned. This sand is sticking to me. She was annoyed and hungry but at least there was happiness in her voice for finding her rider. Even if she did not see food being given to her right off the bat.
Aerrothffb402 Personality:Aerroth is Queen. She knows it. There is nothing else that concerns her. She is meant to lead and never to follow. Should any other color try to give her orders, she will most surely be insulted. It doesn't matter how old they are, or how much more experience they have over her; they are not her betters. She is Aerroth, and all of the Weyrhold is her's. She'll take pains to remind people of that should they forget. The others are meant to answer to her and to wait on her. She has no problems with speaking to others to make sure they are aware of her superiority. Even if she feels her rider is worthy of her, Aerroth still has no problem with correcting her rider on which of the two of them is the best. To Aerroth, there is very few people that she considers even close to her stature. A few bronzes maybe, maybe one brown; but that is about it. Only gold dragons are her equal, and she will only listen to the council of older golds. She knows better then everyone else. Description:Aerroth is big, even for a gold. She's nearly a head taller then her mother ever was. Like the stereotypical image of a gold, she has no marks. No coloration to differ along her body. Each part of her body is the same uniform shade of gold. Perfect as perfect can be. Especially in the way the gold gleams in the sun when she's clean. Everything is as it should be in her appearance and Aerroth knows it. Even if she is just walking, she carries herself with that 'better then thou' attitude. In the air, she is a majestic sight, gleaming and glowing with all the color of a truly golden queen.
Paeth81f173 Personality:Paeth has one of those personalities that you can't help but enjoy being around. A lovable dragon who can't help but be interested in everything at least once. Flecks of colorful sand, the way her rider's hair glistens so beautifully in the light, the first taste of food. Everything is exciting and wonderful for Paeth. She could almost be considered hyper but in reality, Paeth is more of the type to just find everything so wonderful. She won't be completely so out there that she'd try and bother other people but she does like learning and seeing new things. She can be considered impulsive but she's not stupid. She knows when to do something and when it's not proper to do something. Paeth is also that kind of dragon that will be the first to try and make friends or to comfort a friend that needs it. She's the kind to forgive and forget and can't really understand why someone could hold a grudge. Grudges just don't make sense to her. The world would be so much better if everyone got along. It doesn't matter what or why, people shouldn't fight or argue. Description:Paeth is that shade of green that is bright and exuberant; just like her personality. From the end of her muzzle to her tail tip, she is a bright and vibrant shade but not so bright to be hard to look at. The tips of her wings seem to possess an even brighter shade of green like she dipped them in something light colored. Paeth is smaller then the other greens but she isn't so small to be considered abnormally so. No, she's just the perfect little green all the way from nose to tail. Her whole body is that type of lean muscle that one would expect of an agile and fast green. |
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