Bre
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Post by Bre on Dec 2, 2010 19:34:32 GMT -8
It's a new world . . . With a snap, the Green Light Giant broke. A piece fell off. Then it shattered. From the shards emerged a red. He looked almost like a black for a moment, for he was not small and his downy feathers were very dark. However, his brilliant tail gave it all away, as did a large patch of the same color he had on each side of his body. He was a red and he certainly prowled like one. Unlike most babies, even simourv ones, he was not unsteady on his feet. He moved forward with good balance, proportionate and strong. He was silent, the only noise that preceded him the quiet whisper of the sand beneath his soft claws. He moved towards the candidates, sparing the crowd behind them intermittent glances. He knew why the young men and women stood before them. He knew why he had been born. Doubt could only come later. He was too young for that.
The red came upon the candidates sideways and started down their scraggly line. He eyed them with dark amber eyes, the color a tinge green, rather olivine in shade. He began to grow irritated as the moments passed. It only took a few girls and a few boys he didn't like to set him on edge. All in all, he was not a very tolerant creature. His silence hid aggression and frustration. Out of nowhere, he struck. He knocked Horatio over, lashing out with his claws. However, he left the boy after that. Actually going about mauling the unworthy candidate wasn't a good use of his time and energy. He would soon be hungry, so he turned back to his search and continued down the line. Once again, he was silent and unassuming, powerful but quiet when not angered. His irritation had abated for a time. He would focus on searching and moving.
Out of nowhere in particular, the Winding Road Egg began to crack. Lines formed on its pale blue surface. Then it gave a few rocks and split open. A blue emerged. He was fairly average in size, perhaps a little on the small side, though it was so hard to tell at that young age. Most of his down was a fine blue, but his tail and chin were dark. With bright yellow eyes, he observed the world, curiosity glinting in his gaze. He was a bit of an awkward creature, all elbows and knees, but he would probably grow out of it, though he wouldn't necessarily be broad or particularly bulky. Obedient as could be, he picked himself up and started after his brother, intent on the candidates. He was supposed to pick them. He could sense their minds and wanted to meet them, one by one. Sadly, he knew only one could be his. He just wasn't at all sure which one that was.
The young blue's intentions faltered when he actually reached the crescent of candidates. He noticed poor Horatio, wondered why the boy had fallen over, and then noticed the crowd, eyes widening as he stared up the mass of people and adult simourvs that lay beyond the oval of heated sand. He was a bit of a distractible creature, but he meant well. Tearing his eyes away from the crowd, wishing he could explore, he looked back at his mother. She was pretty and big, a sight of comfort to him. Encouraging and unresponsive to the red's need for violence after earlier events, Eceph crooned encouragingly to him and urged him forward. Taking strength from that, the blue turned his attention back to the candidates. He started down them, slower than his brother and well behind the coordinated red. He eyed each candidate with interest, but he selected none.
The red was still going. He wasn't about to stop. Once again, his frustration grew. He found it very easy to be angry. It wasn't that he was violent. It was simply easy to lash out. He passed boy after boy and he did not like them. They didn't smell like. They didn't look right. They didn't feel right in his gut. When he found the boy for him, since he supposed it would be a boy, as those girls looked rather strange, he would know. That turned out to be the truth. When he found the boy he desired, he pivoted on his heels, his motions always military but more fluid. He looked as if he could kill many people. However, he had found his rider and his actions became affectionate. He twined lovingly about the boy's feet and nuzzled his hand. He made not a sound, but it was quite clear that he loved this new winglet. Tekoa gaped. Then he smiled and clapped.
F'ric, your Vexigoph has found you. For such a powerful, strong creature, the red's voice was soft. He was a physical beast, not one of many words. He stared adoringly up at his rider with those eyes that were as sharp as they were dull in color. With a happy flick of a tail and a fluffing of his dark feathers, he expressed himself, words escaping him. He had said his piece and he believed that was enough. However, his adoration soon shifted, for he was a creature who did not often sit still when the stillness did not have a clear purpose. Standing up, he turned his gaze to Tekoa, not yet angry but rather cold. He might be kindly to his rider, but such gestures extended to few others. It would take a long time for him to be swayed by a female, for instance, longer than most small children of his or any species. His first loyalty was to his new rider.
320000 - silent, one for action, very physical being, easily irritated
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Cy
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Post by Cy on Dec 2, 2010 21:20:07 GMT -8
[/i][/color] Vexigoph. His Vexigoph. A shaky exhale shot out from his throat, his body finally allowing him the chance to breathe as the moment swelled and the bond was established. This simourv was his own. They belonged to each other. His smile couldn't possibly grow any larger and he couldn't find the words. For once, the storyteller was speechless. As Vexigoph looked away to focus instead on Tekoa, Faric – or F'ric now, he supposed – followed suit, lifting his misty eyes up to his best friend. “Vexigoph.” He stated quietly, burying his fingers once more into the downy of his bonded, stroking and petting with all the care in the world. There'd been no doubt in his mind that he'd bond. After all, a great simourv had chosen them and he trusted the judgment of the creatures that protected Pohono, but he hadn't expected to bond so quickly. The connection felt more intense than anything he could have ever imagined, it was more than anything he'd ever described, but it felt so perfectly right. Glancing off, he straightened off. “I should go feed 'em...” He whispered, shifting and sliding out of line, Vexigoph moving neatly in sync with his new rider, returning his gaze to the trader while F'ric returned his attentions to Tekoa, reaching out to grasp his friend's forearm. “Good luck, a'right? I'll be waitin' for yeh, you'n yours, yeah?” He stated boldly, grin splashing back onto his features as he nodded a head in gesture towards the eggs that continued to hatch and rock. Just as there'd been no doubt in his mind of bonding, there was no doubt that Tekoa would walk off the sands with a simourv of his own. And with that, he released his companion to turn and walk off the sands, Vexigoph's dark side brushing against his legs as they moved, gristle crunching beneath his boots and yet the red moving as silently as ever.[/ul][/size]
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Bre
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Post by Bre on Dec 2, 2010 22:09:09 GMT -8
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer . . . Emi sat in the crowd. She'd arrive moments before Eceph had put two of the candidates in timeout, meaning she'd arrived just in time. She didn't want to miss a thing. Nothing was quite like a hatching. As a kid in the eyrie, she lived for hatchings. It didn't matter to her or most of them that this was only the third. It was the start of something new, no matter which one it was. The same reverence hung in the air. It wasn't a day for squabbling or arguing. She waited with bated breath, squashed between a rotund kitchen lady and a burly young man she didn't know. For once, being shoved up in a crowd didn't bother her. The hatching crowd was different. It was exciting. It was thrilling. It had a purpose and she was proud to be a part of it, no matter how little that part was. She wasn't that short. Really, she wasn't. She'd grown a tinge recently. Really, she had.
Then the young herder saw Faric enter and her jaw went slack. She hadn't known he was back. She spotted his friend too, though she spared Tekoa only glance. Were the traders back in the eyrie for the hatching? No, holy reds, he was a candidate! Both of them were candidates. Shaking her head, she folded her head in front of her chest and grinned in bemusement. Of all the people, it just had to be him. He'd treated her like a child. She had told him just how wrong he was. She was distracted from Faric only when the first egg hatched. It deposited a prowling red who she knew was going to be trouble. When a blue hatched, she turned her attention to the darling little creature. She liked blues. She liked simourvs in general, but blues were very handsome. When a clap started, she started to clap as well and turned her head, hunting for the red and his new rider.
Faric had bonded. Emi stopped clapping. She wasn't one to hold a grudge, too much, anyway, but she was starting to feel that the world around her was getting a bit ironic. She fidgeted in her seat, smile thoughtful, expression intense. She watched Faric, who would have a new name at that point, lead his young red off the sands. For a moment, she held herself in her seat. Then she hurriedly got up and pushed her way through the crowd. It was a difficult task, but she was stubborn, rationalizing with herself as she went. Faric probably didn't have any family there, only Tekoa for company. Though there was that one candidate all the older girls were talking about when they thought she wasn't around. Wait, no, that didn't really matter. That was at least half of the male candidates. Older girls were silly. She liked being young in a mature sort of way.
Near the entrance to the cavern, where the weak light from outside helped to illuminate the stony interior, Emi met up with Faric. He didn't know they were meeting, but that didn't really matter in the scheme of things. "Congratulations;" she greeted, beaming from ear to ear as if she didn't still think him a tinge foolish. With that done, she lowered her head to meet Vexigoph's gaze. She knew what he had done, but she wasn't scared. "You're a handsome one. You better keep your rider in line. Ro'za might eat his soul otherwise;" she said, giggling like the little girl she still half was. Knowing better than to touch the hatchling, she made no effort to pet him, but she offered Vexigoph a smile of friendship. She supposed if a simourv was willing to pick him, Faric couldn't be so bad. "Oh! What's your new name? It's Emi, remember?"
. . . sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.
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Post by Fox on Dec 2, 2010 22:11:26 GMT -8
When Eceph's shrill shriek rang through the Eyrie, Silas had been embroiled in the delicate art of flirtation, of which he was exceptionally good at. He'd been leaning over the counter in the kitchens gamely chatting up a very pretty blonde kitchen maid, when the call made him stiffen in surprise. The propositioning smirk fell off his face as he turned in the direction of the sands, since even though he appeared to pay absolutely no attention in Candidate lessons, he had actually listened to them. Or, well, some of them. In any case, he knew what to listen for if the eggs started hatching and that... That had been it.
The kitchen maid now long forgotten, Silas shoved off the counter and headed for the exit, long strides eating up the ground in his hurry. He wouldn't run, no, because that would make it look like he was more excited than was seemly. And it would be embarrassing to be so excited if he didn't bond at this hatching either. Sure, Altaph's clutch had been small; only three eggs, but it had still stund a little to be passed over. But Silas wouldn't be Silas if he let that set him back! So he continued to the sands at a brisk half-walk, half-trot, the look on his face surprisingly serious as he approached the sands and the people already crowding around to watch.
It took a deal of pushing and weaving before the man managed to reach the other candidates, but he did so in time to see a red walk off the sands with his bonded. Silas didn't know the man well; he had been a recent addition to the candidats. Him and two others all at the same time. But he'd bonded to a red, it seemed. Huh. There was another littler blue on the sands, and Silas eyed the baby as he meandered up behind a familiar head of blonde hair. Over on his right somewhere he could see his roommate, Horatio. Perhaps he'd stop over to say hello if the Hatching continued on for awhile.
Leaning down the short distance between them. "I haven' missed much, have I, Embry-love?" The endearment fell from his lips in a practiced manner, as a faintly distracted grin made its way onto his face. His eyes remained on the blue hatchling.
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Niataph's excitement was palpable, although outwardly she remained as cool as a sea breeze off the coast of Itnala. It especially pounded down Br'an's link to her like a strong drum rhythm with every beat of her great simourv heart, magnifying and blowing up his own uncontainable excitement. They had been resting at the end of the day in their eyling; Niataph completing yet another round of preening, whilst Br'an had his nose buried in a book. And then Eceph's summons to the sands had shot all that to hell, as the green's head shot up and her rider accidentally through his book across the room.
After that it had been a mad scramble to get down there, as Nia barked orders for her rider to hurry up or they'd miss it, and Br'an hunting desperately for his right boot. Eventually, he snatched it out from under the bed and they were off, soaring down to the Nesting Sands with the new Wingletmaster still holding a boot in one hand and one foot dangling bare. Once at the sands, Br'an hopped around for a moment, cramming the boot onto his foot, before he straightened. He hoped no one had seen that. Nia snorted. At least they hadn't been late.
The Wingletmasterpair stood by, then, as the hatching began in earnest, with one red and one blue hatchling breaking out of their eggs. They spoke to no one, absorbed in their own separate observations, as two pairs of eyes, one a proud yellow and the other anxious blue, followed first one chick, then another. Br'an winced briefly as the dark red chick lashed out at a candidate, but soon after he was grinning widely as that same chick bonded. Br'an, you have duties. Niataph's reminder, softened by her awe and pride at the Hatchlings and their soon-to-be Winglets, made Br'an start, blushing, before calling out, "Winglets, this way! Let's get your babies fed!"
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The Winding Road Core had hatched a blue, leaving the maroon-grey-black Caution Core to slowly topple over into the sand, its supporting brother gone. When the egg settled again in its new position, it seemed to give a wiggle, as if the chick within was surprised at the sudden change in position. Then, spurred by that bit of movement, the Caution Core began to rock in earnest, back and forth, in its little cradle of sand. It would hatch eventually, oh, yes it would.
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Cy
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Post by Cy on Dec 2, 2010 23:51:32 GMT -8
[/i], he'd stand by, even if only out of immature spite. With a sudden exaggerated nod and a drawn out 'ooooh', he responded as if he hadn't remembered her at all and it was all just rushing back at him. “Ahh, yeeeah, li'l Miss Moneybags. I remember.” He teased, narrowing his eyes and letting his hands dangle loosely between his knees, elbows resting on his thighs. Her comment from so long ago in response to his error at calling her a little girl had left a splinter beneath his skin, surprisingly so considering so few could manage such a thing even when they tried. She was an obnoxious thing. But it was the sort of obnoxious that could easily be tolerated and even occasionally enjoyed. Probably because she was actually kind of adorable. For a little girl. “It's F'ric now. 'n this is Vexigoph.” He introduced, tilting his head to nod in gesture to the red.
Embry was nonchalant, impatient, and outwardly bored even while his insides were thrumming with the excitement that was contagious at these events. Seriously, contagious, he had no choice in the matter. As he did with his fellow men, he looked over each hatchling with a critical eye. He deserved a special kind of simourv. Not that he'd really thought about it, but he at least intended to bond to a creature that would be so much better than the one that his weirdo roommate had bonded to. Before him. Eugh. There were only two hatchlings on the sands at the moment though. The red was certainly something to look at, large and dangerous and Embry flinched as it pounced upon a boy before prowling off to continue the search. The red was an impressive beast, but the flamboyant boy didn't feel much for it. It was so dark, so quiet. He deserved more of a showstopper, absolutely; he was convinced. So after the red wrapped itself around its chosen candidate, Em whipped his head around to look to the blue instead. Ma'ro had bonded to a blue, right? This blue didn't seem anything like that blue, which was a bonus. It might be nice to bond to a blue, just so he could flaunt more exactly that his was better. But this blue... was so average, so unappealing. It just stood there, looked around, didn't do anything exciting. It was small, it was just so not for him. Disappointment sighed its way past his lips as he looked to the rocking eggs, yearning for something. Something that he wasn't entirely sure of, but he'd know it when he saw it. He had to. A familiar voice crawled flirtatiously into his ear, out of nowhere, and, caught by surprise, Embry jumped, whirling around with wide green eyes. Immediately, a dopey and smitten smile flashed across his features as he chuckled, rocking on his feet to lean forward and then straighten up. “Heyyy... Silas.” He uttered. It didn't take long of watching Silas watching something else before he was struck with how foolish and idiotic he must seem, just staring and probably drooling a little bit. It always happened. Curse that handsome handsome man with his perfect backside! With a huff, he followed Silas' gaze to the wandering blue, arms still crossed over his chest. “Some guy got a red. Kind of really hot too. The guy, not the red, though the red was pretty cool. Aaaand.. this is it. Blue's takin' his time, and so's the eggs.” He whispered the play-by-play, glancing from the eggs to Eceph and then to the Phoenix, before craning to glance over his shoulder to the candidatemaster and the girls that had been plucked off to the sidelines. If they had a life-partner among the clutch, it wouldn't really matter if the stood on the sands or off them. That much had been proven already. He'd heard that a couple people had even bonded from the crowd at the first hatching! But still... sucked. Biting his lip, he glanced down the line of candidates to his right before returning his attentions to the eggs as they continued taking their time.[/ul][/size]
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Post by Kilnarak on Dec 3, 2010 1:02:21 GMT -8
Romallyeh flinched when the rainbow screamed at them - the angry beast a more distressing sight than it's rider. She flinched, but she did not shy any further away - and after the initial wave of wary start passed, a surge of indignation crested in its wake. She had not been told not to touch the eggs - to be respectful of the clutch mother, yes, but that rule had not been made clear to her. Of course, she did not voice this - would not voice this; like grandfather had sometimes been wont to, she had already been deemed in the wrong and nothing she might say would change opinions. Still, it did not stop her from fixing a wary glare on the watchful simourv and his fuming rider.
Unlike Morgana, who looked subtly away to watch the eggs hatch, Romallyeh did not let her gaze drift away from Ts'kal and Aburoqaph. Her manner and how she watched them held a hint of derision, despite that aside from her sharp-edged gaze her expression remained relatively flat - she watched them as one might watch a venomous snake; something to be feared, certainly, but also something small and loathsome. However, with her attention thus fixated on the rainbow pair, she entirely missed seeing the red's hatching and subsequent bonding, or the hatching of the gangly blue that followed him...
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Perhaps it would come as a bit of a surprise when a certain young red-pair winged into the nesting cavern; the steady beat of crimson and black banded wings kicking up a bit of sand near the viewing perches. Teimoph had learned well enough, and his entrance was fluid, even if his landing was a bit less so. The young red took up a perch toward the far-end of the stands - well away from the adult simourv, not to mention Eceph. The eggs were laid out quite a good distance away, as well, and the candidates further still - but his eyes were sharp and his perch afforded him a view of the entirety of the sands. Of course, N'raan's merely human sight could hardly see so clearly, but if His truly wanted to see, they could share the sight.
N'raan muttered something under his breath at the somewhat rocky landing, and slid down from the simourv's back shortly after Teimoph's feet had touched the ground. "Tha' could've been smoother, Tei," he growled once his feet were planted on the steady rock of the floor, casting a mock-glare at his crimson companion - flying itself had been easy enough for him to become accustomed to, however landing was another matter entirely. Exhilarating, to be sure, but it also caused a distinct sense of vertigo that left him light-headed and sometimes faintly queasy.
Teimoph only ruffled his feathers at the complaints, snorting down at His and curving a broad taloned paw about him to draw him nearer. The young red was filling out into an impressive sight, particularly when he sat with his head held high and his wings tucked neatly against his back - he struck a particularly regal form. My landing served its purpose. We're on the ground, aren't we? He continued nudging His closer until the slight young man was positioned just so between his splayed paws; within easy reach and sight should he try to sneak off to Canph's. The thought of the Wingletmaster still raised Teimoph's hackles, nearly as much as Dionyph did.
Watch, Mine. See them hatch? Teimoph's rolling-thunder voice rumbled through N'raan's mind. The red drew His in, focusing N'raan's sight through his own so that they both might watch the eggs. It was a bit annoying, however, that His seemed more inclined to turn his attentions toward certain male candidates instead of the eggs themselves - Teimoph kept having to refocus their sight on the vibrantly colored eggs.
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Post by zeis on Dec 3, 2010 2:56:53 GMT -8
Serapais, over her shock at seeing one of the candidates rag-dolled around by the clutch-mother, once again turned her eyes on the clutch as two eggs hatched in quick succession. One bearing a dark sleek looking red, and the other a gangly blue. She watched them with interest, wrinkling her nose slight. Being newborn creatures, they were of course a far cry from the noble beasts she saw winging from eyling to eyling ever day. Still, she guessed they weren't without their charm. A little cleaning up and they'd look the part. The girl chuckled lightly under her breath as the red shoved that Horatio down for no apparent reason. It didn't look like there was any real damage done to him, but that was quite an attitude that simourv had. She wondered idly if the boy had done anything to deserve it. Eye contact perhaps? Maybe such a thing infuriated the young males. She wiped a drop of sweat from her brow, and tilted her head slightly as the red bonded. The look on Faric's face was one of shock and bliss, like he'd just been claimed lord and ruler of Spiderland. Interesting. ~~~~~ Shaegir leaned a little bit forward to get a better look at the red, curious to see what a newborn simourv looked like. They had seen the young beasts being trained up in the Beta class, but those ones were already grown a bit already. Despite his temper, the sight of the red and later the gawky blue made her smile. Like a newborn foal, or at least the blue was. Knobby, awkward, learning to walk for the first time. The illusion was broken a little when the red shoved another candidate down, and she frowned a little. That wasn't too nice, but... at least it was only a shove? The girl audibly 'awww!'ed when the red silently bonded to Faric. They both looked so happy! So... complete! She giggled, and covered her mouth sheepishly with one hand. At the quiet and respectful applause from the crowd, she offered the boy her own in congratulations. Good for them! She was glad it worked out so well! And with no bloodshed even! ~~~~~ He looks ready to kill. Canph remarked with savage approval at the sight he saw through his rider's eyes. K'huna snorted at the manner in which he said it, but as he applauded he was mentally forced to agree. A red first on the sands, not bad, and with bruises instead of blood this time. The young simourv looked dangerous, like a fighter they so desperately needed. Canph spied Teimoph winging in with his amusing rider, and flicked his tail in acknowledgment. His own rider hadn't seen the repentant thief yet, which was too bad. As it was, he was a bit distracted by the hatching itself to make any real mischief. ~~~~~ Though the Uphill Traffic Dwarf still jittered and rocked on its side in the sands, it was not the next egg to spill forth its contents into the warm evening air. The large Flashing Core, perhaps sensing the hatching of the Winding Road core who was its comrade, began to twitch. The movement was slow at first, clicking its shell dully against the Caution Core who lay prone beside it. The shaking began to pick up the pace, turning the rhythmic tapping of egg shell into a metronome gone berserk. The brightly splashed egg then went still, and rather abruptly fell backward, as though dizzied from its efforts and fainting. There was a wet crunch as the tapering top of the egg gave way to an insistent chick. The infant simourv clawed and tore steadily at the opening until it was wide enough for it to squeeze through to the open air. It was warm and dark, but he could see just as well with his mint green eyes. Filled with satisfaction and wonder, he surveyed the new world around him, lifting himself to stand with one clawed foot midair as if in indecision He was a good sized blue, healthy and strong. His feathers were a light slate blue, though his head bore a hood of snowy white. Circling his eyes in tight rigid patterns were a number of light blue stripes, and two patches of slightly darker blue marked his cheeks. Most strikingly, the back of his neck and rump were marked with slightly greenish blue accents. The blue chirped in a cordial manner at the other creatures in attendance, his mother, his other kin, the candidates and spectators. Hello! Fancy meeting you here. Still, they were all only a passing interest, there were more pressing things. Pressing beautiful things. His eyes fell appraisingly on his own egg shell, and the blue seemed to sigh. This had been his egg. Such a lovely inky black, and covered in many interesting colors in many interesting shapes. He was hatched now, but how could he leave it behind? It was far to dear to him to ever let go. Ever. He nosed the still largely intact bottom half of the egg until it was sitting upright. That done he began to methodically scrutinize the sand, collecting bits of shell and dropping them carefully into the makeshift shell-bowl. He collected a number of the Green Light Giant's and Winding Road Core's egg shards as well, placing them reverently with his own. His brothers had left their eggs behind, and finders was keepers. He gazed longingly at some of the other eggs around the place where he had hatched. The blue would have liked them too, but he had dawdled enough as it was. He needed to take his things and find his. He would return later and scavenge what was left. He wanted it after all, and he would get it. The blue picked up the shell bowl carefully in his beak, and carried it with awkward and worried slowness toward the candidates. His treasure rattled as he walked with his tail held high through the forest of legs, not shoving as his brother had, but favoring each boy and girl with a knowing look. His shells were pretty weren't they? The blue found his rider easily enough. He was the only one on the ground! The young simourv chirruped a greeting, nearly dropping his collected treasures as he hurried clumsily over. Look, look, H'tio! Look what your Ourobeph found! He pressed his side fondly against the candidate's legs, and set the bowl of precious things lovingly as his bonded's feet. Don't worry. Everything mine is yours! ... And everything yours is mine! Like food! He suggested brightly, nuzzling against his beloved. AABCC0 - friendly, materialistic, obstinate, pack rat Oblivious to these goings on, the Uphill Traffic Dwarf kept shaking away. The scrabblings and scratchings from inside the egg now came in bursts, as though the chick were tiring. Now that the hatching was well and truly under way, another egg began to shake. The smallest egg in the clutch, The One Way Dwarf began to shake gently, the life within it beginning to stir.
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Post by {r e k y} on Dec 3, 2010 6:45:06 GMT -8
And so it began.
The first egg hatched to be a dark, dark red. Vrinta was gaping, breathing in the hot air from the sands and feeling it on her tongue and in her throat, watching like a hawk. She'd seen chickens hatch plenty of times before, wet and gooey and ungainly, but simourvs were entirely different. The hatched like they were adults, full of personality and walking with ease. They were so colourful, too. They were also big. It held her attention firmly as she following the red's path. She managed to clamp her mouth shut, though. Her two front teeth always showed awkwardly when her mouth was open. It wasn't the sort of appearance she wanted to give off. She wanted to look interested, of course, but not dumbfounded.
Then, the red lashed out. Vrinta jumped; she hadn't been expecting that. She'd been told reds were vicious, but seeing was believing. She swallowed hard, and felt she was sweating a little. Nervously she wiped her brow, tucked her hair into place, and adjusted her shirt. Then she stopped and fixed her hands at her side. She was fussing too much! People were watching the hatching, not her. "You're ridiculous, Vee," she told herself under hear breath, and looked back up.
There was a blue chick hatched now, and he seemed to have needed some encouragement from his mother before moving on. Vrinta didn't look at Eceph when she crooned. She could already feel the gray's enormous presence in the room; she didn't need to see it to confirm it. Her big eyes were all for the chicks, one of which had just bonded. Applause erupted, and Vrinta clapped feebly. She was awed more than congratulatory. What did it feel like -- bonding? She'd wait her turn to find out.
Koeti's clapping easily drowned out Vrinta's. The red's violence had shaken her up for sure, but she was so happy to see that he'd found someone he liked, and was twined around his legs lovingly rather than shoving him off his feet. Reds were a handful, she decided, and hoped that Faric would be able to deal with him. Faric definitely had the energy to keep something like a red in control, from what she'd seen. Was his name even Faric still, she wondered? F'ric? She'd have to ask him. Surely that wouldn't be too out of place to inquire. They weren't terribly close, but they had been Searched all together. She, Faric -- F'ric, and Tekoa.
More and more eggs were rocking. She loved seeing the colours and patterns on the chicks that came out of them. It was such a happy sight, seeing these magnificent creatures be born into the world. The blue was still taking his time, and another blue hatched, too. Koeti smiled. He was so interested in his eggshells! She laughed kindly as he started collecting them all. One of her students had been quite the hoarder. The little girl would pick up every feather and interesting stone from the schoolyard and stuff them in her bag. She'd always have more difficult carrying it after school than she would in the morning. Koeti watched as the blue carried his precious egg bits towards the boys, and then chose. She clapped again. She was glad a nice little chick had gone to the poor boy who'd been knocked over.
Vrinta clapped, too, and pondered something odd. She couldn't imagine chickens picking up their own eggshells.
Meanwhile, watching from a ledge rather high up, Es'tev and Hjolteph took note of the red and paid little attention to the blues. Es'tev, really, was having one big nostalgia moment, and was in a kind and agreeable mood compared to how he usually acted. He remembered when he bonded to Hjolt. Mostly, he remembered the gushing nosebleed and how he had to get someone to set his nose after and how much that hurt, but he also remembered the feeling of bonding. It had been something from another world, amazing and something he'd never felt before and would never feel again. Hjolteph simply snorted at his rider's silly thoughts, and contemplated the new baby red. The baby was a little irritable, but he didn't seem too full of himself. That was good. If he thought he was better than everyone else, Hjolt would have to disagree and, obviously, teach the chick who was really the best: the amazing Hjolteph! [/blockquote]
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Post by Stranger on Dec 3, 2010 7:19:10 GMT -8
Horatio
The first Horatio knew of Morgana's and Romallyeh's misdeeds was when Eceph moved. The great gray form was impossible to miss, inexorable in her advance, and scuffling through the sands he shuffled aside like everyone else did. The insane and the suicidal were welcome to stay in her way, but the young healer very much wanted his head where it was, thank you very much. With a raised brow he watched as first one and then a second candidate, both women, were carted off to a corner of the area, and took care to scramble away again as Eceph resumed her position by the eggs. Preoccupied with tracking the shaking eggs and Rainer's position, he had completely missed the actions that had put them where they were, but the sudden lash of a mental signal from Aburogaph made him wince. They must have touched the eggs - there was little other reason for the Candidate Master's simourv to suddenly signal everyone to stay away from them.
No time to mull on that though. One of the largest eggs broke and the flash of red he turned his attention fully to the hatchling. A red. Reds had been known to have caused major damage at the last hatching, downing a number of candidates just for out of their own displeasure. They were volatile, unpredictable, creatures to be watched and avoided. He felt his teeth meet firmly in his mouth, and not for the first time wondered why he had allowed himself to end up here; it wasn't as if he'd wanted to be a rider. His sole intention in life was to become a healer, a helper of the wounded and ill. If he hadn't been assigned to the Eyrie he wouldn't have come at all, or ended up facing a very real threat to life and limb now...
The red, stalking down the line of candidates, lashed out. Horatio, all his mind focused on the beast, saw it come but had neither time nor space to dodge. The talons glanced off his ribs even as he spun away, knocking him gasping into the sand. The momentum sent him flipping twice before landing on his back with a mouthful of the fine grains. Choking them out in splutters, he kept his body still as the wind came back into his lungs; instinct was screaming at him to curl up in case the red tried to do more, but the nudging pain at his ribs held him still. Sudden movement might only do more damage if he was already injured. A quick glance told him the red had moved on. Good. Cautiously he began to flex each limbs as his wind came back, then tried slowly to sit up. And winced as pain lanced across his right side where the red's claws had torn the cloth of his tunic.
Horatio shook his head, careful to keep the eggs within his field of sight as his fingers found the edge of the tunic and began to lift for a fast inspection. There was an odd buzzing in his head, a strange echo and static that fudged his thoughts and flurried his vision. He wandered for a moment if he had managed to hurt his head somehow (though seriously, on sand?), and was abruptly aware of something approaching him. The buzzing in his ears grew, threatened to overwhelm his thoughts completely; he had time to shake his head in irritation before a chirrup sounded and a stream of alien thought interrupted them...
...look, H'tio! Look what your Ourobeph found!
"Ow," dazed by the sudden explosion of...happiness, he stared blankly into mint green eyes. Two full seconds passed before he saw the rest of the chick, pale blue and slick with egg goo. And two blue spots on its cheeks. And...a bowl of cracked eggshell with multiple shards within...? He nearly jumped as the chick pressed against his legs, chattering.
Don't worry. Everything mine is yours! ... And everything yours is mine! Like food!
There was a definite hint in those last too words, but H'tio was gaping too much to take it in. He had Impressed. That had to be it. There was no other reason for the hatchling to be sharing thoughts with him in such an affectionate manner. Something burned in his lungs, threatened to burst up his throat and from his open mouth. He tried to close his gaping jaw, felt it roll into a broad grin, and realised it was laughter. Mirth was spilling over from the chick, dancing through his senses and setting them on fire with joy. And he had thought he was only here from obligation...how had this happened?
It happened, the chick looked offended, Though I don't know how. Do you have food? We can share.
H'tio reached out to rub the little one's head, "Yes, I mean..."
He paused, tried again, Yes, we'll get you food. I need to..get up...first.
Oh, the chick scrambled off his legs, Sorry. Let's go?
...Yes, this was going to take some getting used to. He felt disapproval tug at his lips, but fail to change his mood. There went all his plans, his life and future. What was ahead was going to be very, very different from what he had originally planned and wanted. And yet...he could not deny he was happy. In fact...had he just been referring to himself as H'tio all this while? H'tio could not stop smiling in spite of the ache in his side. Lunging to his feet, he managed a quick check on his injury - just a bruise, though a nasty one. Gingerly he ran his fingers over it. The lines of ribcage were even - no fractures then. He felt something bump his thigh, heard Ourobeph's impatience.
Let's go, I'm hungry!
H'tio reached out to rub the blue's head again, taking care to be gentle so that he did not accidentally upset his balance (not with all those precious shells in his beak), and led the way towards Br'an and Niataph.
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Rainer
The young woman watched, amused as first one and another girl approached the eggs. Were they supposed to do that? She had not had many lessons with their Candidate Master (none, in fact), but it hardly seemed a great idea to go nudging those giant orbs when a great red thing could break out any moment and savage you. Stories of the first hatching still ran amok in the candidate barracks, if nowhere else, and she had mentally braced herself for trouble. Not unlike how she would steady herself to meet an angry or temperamental stallion; Rainer had dealt with too many of these to be in doubt on what she should do and how. And it helped to keep herself focused on the idea that a simourv hatchling was alike to an angry horse. She personally felt they were more comparable to koxi, their mortal enemies - but to think that she might be facing down something like a koxi was...
She refused to consider it further, and focused instead on the approaching Eceph. It was several seconds, a scramble of people pushing against her and a few blinks before it finally registered...the approaching Eceph. She joined the brunch of people dodging aside as the gray dropped her head, picked up one of the women who had been touching the eggs and made off with her. Rainer stared, wide-eyed, as Morgana was stuffed to one corner, followed immediately by Romallyeh, and then the sting of Aburogaph's warning. Stifling a grimace, she shuffled back into line, pointedly looking away from Eceph's golden glare. To meet such a stare headlong was a challenge, and she had no wish to ask for a mauling of any sort.
The hatching began in earnest just then with the emergence of a red hatchling. Like everyone else her attention was at once on it, and her frame tensed. She had heard the many stories told of the viciousness of reds, how a red at the last hatching had mauled several candidates; all but killed some of them and then turned on those who came to help. Violent, malevolent almost; if a horse had behaved that way they'd have been called killers and put down unless they happened to be important breeding stock. Rainer eyed it as it came down the line, avoided its eyes to avoid challenging it, kept it in her field of vision nonetheless in case of anything.
And of course, it happened. The red struck, almost faster than she could follow, and abruptly someone was on the ground. She stared. It was Horatio. Her eyes flickered and she shifted carefully through the sands, motions smooth and easy to avoid drawing any attention to herself. Her attention remained on the red even as she closed on Horatio, but the hatchling seemed to have found his and with a soft breath she moved a little faster, wary still of the other blue stalking the candidates.
Something else was faster though. She saw the newest hatchling, a pale-hued blue with something in its beak, wobble up to Horatio and press against him. The sight brought her to a shuddering stop, uncertain and afraid. Was the chick about to hurt him, the way the other had? Not...likely. The boy had sat up and was staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at it; and by the glazed look in his eyes she knew he was gone, lost to Impression. It was loving, gentle...almost silly, in a way too, like a young girl meeting her first lover. Rainer felt her lips twitch up, knew the smile unfelt on her features was showing in her eyes, and backed into the line of candidates once more. All the best good friend, she thought silently. This is going to change your perspective on life forever.
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Post by Fox on Dec 3, 2010 8:06:42 GMT -8
K’ean remained on Seronaph’s back, elbow propped on one relaxedly raised knee, watching the hatching with amusement and interest from high on up. There were so many people and simourvs down below that the Wingletmasterpair had decided against landing on the sands, for fear of crowding people even further with Seronaph’s large bulk. Instead, like some of the other simourv pairs K’ean could see, they had chosen a ledge overlooking the scene, and Seronaph was perched right at the edge of it, craning his large head down to look at all the babies as they hatched. There were so many this time! Altaph’s clutch had been only three eggs, but this third clutch held twenty! It was an exciting prospect to see all the chicks who would hatch bond, even if none of them would be K’ean and Seronaph’s students. Ah, well. Let Niataph and Hers have some fun.
For now, there was a hatching to watch.
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Silas nodded absently to Embry’s play-by-play commentary, listening with half an ear as his attention was drawn by trying to guess just what would come of which egg. It was a difficult guessing game, as the eggs were so varied in colours and designs. The only indication, really, was size; some eggs were clearly larger than the rest. Still, the hatching of yet another blue made Silas draw a sharp breath and his hand came up to grasp Embry’s elbow. ”Look! Tha’s a pretty blue tha’s hatched.” A wider grin suffused his face as he looked from the chick to Embry long enough to shoot the young boy a genuinely pleased look, before his dark eyes were once again on the blue as it trotted around, gathering the shards of its shell and that of its siblings like so many little treasures to be hoarded.
”Wha’ in the world ‘s it doin’?” He murmured aside to his companion, as his eyes remained fixed on the chick. They widened, though, as the blue wove its way through the candidates to coil around Silas’s roommate, Horatio. Eyebrows shooting into his hairline, the man couldn’t quite help the surge of amusement at the sight of the intriguing creature and his straight-as-a-board roomie. Well. If that wasn’t a sight. Maybe the chick might do the kid some good; Horatio needed a bit of lightening up. It wasn’t natural for a boy his age to be so stern. If he wasn’t careful he would end up like that stick in the mud blackrider, Ri’ley, or whatever his name was. Silas, with a roll of his eyes, decided that congratulations were rather in order. It was only polite, after all, since Horatio was (or had been now, he supposed) his roommate. With a nudge of an elbow to Embry, Silas again leaned over briefly so that his words would reach the shorter boy over the noise of the crowd. ”Be righ’ back, lad. ‘ve go’ a friend tha’ needs congratulatin’.”
And with that he slipped away, heading for the form of the apprentice doctor or surgeon or whatever he was. He’d been a familiar sight in Chydyn before all this had begun; Silas hadn’t known him so much as he’d known of him. Graham, his guardian, had known most of the medical practitioners in the area and, as such, Silas had more or less been able to recognise Horatio when the boy had arrived as a candidate recently. The amusement upon meeting had obviously not gone both ways, as the older man was fairly sure Horatio had heard a tale or two of his dealings while in Chydyn. But he simply shrugged it off; his cons hadn’t hurt anybody, just swindled them out of a few diasks. It wasn’t even about the money, really. But either way, their current status as roommates demanded that Silas congratulate him, so that was what he’d do. Stepping up towards Horatio, the candidate arrested them before they got to Br’an and Niataph (the Wingletmaster frowned, disappointed at yet another winglet being waylaid, but shrugged and set out the meet anyway) and stopped a fair distance away from the lad and simourv, so as not to frighten the creature accidentally or something. A grin lit his face, and he shoved his hands into his pockets, posture languid and slumped. ”So, congrats, lad. Tha’s a fine simourv ye’ve go’. What’ll I call ye now, then?”
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Meanwhile, the Caution Core continued to rock until, finally, one clawed foot burst out of the underside of the egg! Seemingly surprised at having broken through its eggshell barrier, the chick within stilled. Then, encouraged by this new development, the little egg seemed to give an almighty shake and burst apart, spilling a green chick out onto the birthing sands. She tumbled, overlong tail over head, before coming to a stop in a pile a short ways from the site of her egg. A large piece of grey-flecked eggshell remained stuck to her head, but the chick shook it off to regard the world with wide, dark eyes set in a vividly bright green body.
She was a pretty green and large for her colour, certainly. Her entire body was a lively, lovely lime green, with feathers of different shades mixed in on her chest and head to create a somewhat varied, iridescent sheen. Inky black marked her wingfeathers, as well as a large, heart-shaped mark beneath her left eye. With a brisk shake, the green stood up, her feathers all ruffled, and tilted her head at the candidates. Oh! There were people here! Goodness, what a gathering. Was Hers one of these people? That would be splendid! Spurred by this thought, the green took a hasty step forward, only to go sprawling a second time as she tripped over feet that seemed just a bit too large for her body. The green let out a surprised squawk as she found herself suddenly looking up at the candidates from the ground, but it wasn’t long before she was on her feet again, determined as ever on her quest to find Hers.
The next thing to happen, as the Caution Green was making her way steadily towards the group of candidates, was that the Yield Ahead Giant went from stillness to movement, as a massive jerk from the chick within split the large, dark egg into two uneven halves. There, sitting on the sands in between the two halves of his egg, was a blue! With a sneeze, his blue feathers, shading from dark to light to cerulean, puffed up around him, and then the blue stood up again on purplish feet. He was unsteady at first, but unlike his clumsy green sister, he did not end up with his beak in the sands. No, the blue stumbled a bit, but soon he was on his way! Cheerfully, he called a greeting to his mother, Eceph, and in hs call apologised for not coming over, but this was his time now and he would choose His! After all, this time wouldn’t come again, and the blue hatchling was going to enjoy it!
He toddled his way over to Tekoa first, tilting his head to peer up at the boy with curious eyes the colour of burnished gold. It only took a moment, though, for him to realise that nope, this one was not for him. Oh well! With a brief chirrup that sounded almost like a chuckle, the blue turned away from Tekoa, flicking the boy with his bright blue tail as he went. Quite quickly, he sifted through the candidates, zipping from one to another with a palpable air of eagerness, dismissing first Koeti, then Morgana, then Embry, until finally, finally he saw her. His. Wonderful, perfect, His.
With a trill of happiness, the blue zipped up to Vrinta, coiling his large body around the girl until it was hard to see where the simourv ended and the human began. His touch on her mind was gentle, but cheery, like he sought to lift her spirits even though, as a newly-hatched chick he hardly yet knew what sadness was. We’re going to be the best out there, Vr’a! Just you and your Beneph! He chirped happily, pressing his beak into her stomach. Then, a silly look overtook his face as he nudged her and resumed spinning around her, going round and round and round until he was a dizzying blur of blue. So let me help you, Mine, and you can help me too. But first, we must find Food![/color] 4C90D9 - eager to help, jester, gentle, goes his own way As her brother bonded, the little green with the heart-shaped mark on her face kept going, resolutely inspecting every candidate (and even staring for a few moments into the stands) for the one who would be hers. Hers was here, she could feel it. Now if only the green could find him or her. She wouldn’t give up until she did, even if she did end up tripping over her feet or her tail every twenty paces or so.[/size]
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Post by Quill on Dec 3, 2010 8:25:14 GMT -8
When the warning about not touching the eggs was given, Amaryllis's curiosity about the reason for punishment was clear. She shifted her weight as she eyed the moving eggs. Her rebellious mind was burning now, but it was best not to satisfy such needs, especially when rebelling about the largest simourv of them all. Her toes moved in her loose sandals as anticipation flew to every inch of her body. She tried to concentrate on something else, like the sand. Amaryllis wondered how hot it was, was it chunky or smooth. Of course, she dared not think was was hidden beneath the sand.
Then an egg hatched. It was a black, not red. The tail gave it away. A few moments later, the red showed that it had the distinctive personality of a red with his quick actions. She grew excited when he neared. Amaryllis had listened to the winglets talk about simourvs and she knew that Reds did not like girls, but still, to see one roam so close was exciting. Of course, things became more exciting when Horatio fell to the floor. Ama did flinch when the red became close because she surely expected blood, but nothing came. As the red neared, she wondered who else would be sent to the floor.
The red stopped in front of Faric, swishing his tail. Amaryllis didn't like the pause. Surely, he would be sent to the floor, but instead, she saw a bond, just like the one from the last hatching. It was quite exciting and she looked at the beautiful creature. Surely, he would be a valuable addition because attitude, to her, seemed to combine well with koxi.
Ama couldn't help wonder how long Horatio was going to stay on the floor. Forever and a day, she imagined, but when the simourv neared him, she wondered if the blue was there to finish what the red had started. Of course, the opposite had occurred and Amaryllis grew more excited. Then she noticed the other eggs hatching. Another blue and then a green! She barely had time to grasp the next grand event because she was still recovering from the last. Still, doubt gurgled in her throat, but she pushed it aside as she watched the green stumble over her long tail.
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Post by Cy on Dec 3, 2010 13:43:29 GMT -8
[/i] blue. With interest momentarily striking a peak, he kept his eyes locked on the snowy blue as it continued with its hoarding. And then it was dragging the makeshift bowl along towards the line of boys and he felt his breath catching in his throat, a weight settling on his chest as his nerves twisted. That was the blue that he wanted, but did it want him? Disappointment and frustration began to settle in as the newborn veered off to approach the lad that had been shoved over by its red brother. Through narrowed eyes, he watched as the pair bonded. Who even was that guy? Some new face that hadn't really caught his attention all that much, clearly. He scoffed. But then an elbow was prodding him and his gaze was whipping back around to Silas, the smile slipping from his features even before it had managed to fully appear as he watched the man walk away. Be right back? A friend? Eyes narrowing once more, he watched as Silas slipped away to approach the new winglet. So the random guy got his simourv and Silas? With a select number of curses filling his petulant head, Embry scoffed once more and dismissed the pair, snapping his head back around to re-settle his attentions on the hatching at hands, arms crossing even tighter over his chest. It wasn't a bother. He'd get a simourv better than that blue too!
Tucked away in her little portion of the line, Samara stood quietly, patiently, and with the sort of reverence that an event such as this deserved. Her attentions never strayed from the hatchlings, though it did only briefly as she stepped lightly out of the way to look down to where a boy had been shoved by a large red, concern filling her dark eyes. But he seemed relatively unharmed, if not a little sore, and she was hesitantly returning to the hatching in time to applaud the bonding of the red to one of the boys. And as if to pacify him for his aches, a blue of the palest shade she'd ever seen was scurrying over, a shell filled with pretty shards just for him. A smile decorated her full lips, a little wider than what was necessary to be polite. She was genuinely excited, honoured to have been chosen for such a privilege as a chance like this. Biting anxiously at her bottom lip, she dared to glance briefly into the stands, searching for the charismatic man and the vibrant green that were responsible for bringing her here. She didn't manage to find him before her attentions were being snatched away to drop to the first girl to bond so far, and to a beautiful blue of her own. Wide smile back in place, she lifted her hands to applaud, leaning slightly. “Congratulations,” she whispered, only vaguely aware that her voice was likely too low to be heard over the roar of more clapping hands. Accepting this and making no silly effort to mend it, she turned her head to look back to the hatchlings still left on the sands, fingers lacing together loosely as she darted her gaze between the gangly blue and the clutzy green and the rocking eggs that carried still more possibilities.[/ul][/size]
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Post by Lan on Dec 3, 2010 17:02:11 GMT -8
The Don't Stop Giant, with its golden color complimented with regal purple, was now wobbling quite intensely. It had not eased into its state of hatching, but rather seemed willing to enter the world with a band. Scratches of the talons of the tiny simourv contained swirled like a violent fury beneath the hard shell until, falling over, it shattered into five large pieces. Blue down, still wet, ruffled as the somewhat large blue hatchling twisted its way onto its feet. Once settled, it tried its vocal chords by cooing happily and, with a gait somewhat reminiscent of skipping, made his way over to the candidates.
He made his way toward Embry first, stumbling a bit as he tried to bounce about as cheerful as possible. The blue lost his balance, swaying to the side until he all but knocked the boy over, trodding unwittingly on his toes in the process. Dismayed at seeing what he had done, he tried to counteract his mistake by swaying to the other side, where he only repeated the occurrence with Silvanus that stood next to him. He gave a small shriek, finally moving in a direction where he wasn't hurting anyone, and then proceeded on his way.
The blue proceeded through the rest of the candidates, almost but not quite treading on the toes of Koeti, before he finally fell over from sheer excitement onto the young man that was standing next to her. Very vocal about his folly, he squirmed a bit in an attempt to get off of the poor human until all of a sudden he stopped abruptly. His eyes, dark and gray, met the eyes of the human that was currently being squished beneath him and he just knew. His down ruffled with excitement and he gave a triumphant, albeit small warble.
T'koa! Your Soleph seems to have squished you! Are you all right? Do you need some help? Never fear, Soleph is here!... Here, let me get off of you... Soleph scrambled to get up and then curled in a circle around the feet of his chosen boy. Yes. His. He would tell the world! The blue seemed to mutter and coo to himself giddily at this newfound happiness.
356FDA - sunny, talkative, driven, blithely steps on toes without noticing
Meanwhile, the Slippery When Wet Dwarf was rocking as well. It fell over onto its side, and seemed to roll away before, finally a bright green head struck through the strong barrier and with wide eyes surveyed the world. For a moment the hatchling just seemed to sit there, looking up at all the great and big and wonderful things. It was all so... exciting! With the greatest satisfaction, the green rolled her way about in a circle until her shell broke and then proceeded to continue rolling until the deep blue, gold, and grey shell was shattered into tiny bits beneath her. Only then did she on shaky legs stand and look about at the candidates surrounding her.
She was a very spring-like green, speckled and pied with an almost neon green that gave her a very bright and, frankly, almost blinding appearance. Yet, there were also places on the tips of her undeveloped wings and at the end of her fluffy tail that were muted, almost sea-green in appearance. To contradict all this she had dark brown eyes, and on her face was a darker green band that made her look like she was wearing a mask to go to some extravagant and eclectic costume party. She did look somewhat ridiculous and busy, much to the extent of the egg that contained her. Yet, perhaps this was precisely how she meant to appear.
After finally seeming to get used to her legs, she made a mad dash toward the female candidate, Amaryllis, and made two small circles around her before swanning off to the next candidate she would investigate. The green seemed like a bullet-train, with a momentum that could not be stopped until she found the one that was meant to be hers. She weaved in and out of the candidates, occasionally stumbling but not letting it sway her too much. For a moment she stopped near Embry and seemed to take a liking to him. Curling around him, she cooed contently and seemed as if she had made her choice. Then, suddenly, it seemed as if she had remembered something. Standing up again, she dashed back into the center of the sands and gawked about avidly. Someone was here. She could feel it. The roots of her down-feathers were tingling. But where? Where was her love? She decided she would continue racing about in tiny circles trying to catch her tail until she found them.
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Post by Fox on Dec 3, 2010 20:42:36 GMT -8
The clumsy green chick tripped her way around the sands, peering at Morgana and Romallyeh and Keldraza, but not finding anyone to her liking. Hers was here, and yet she could not find Hers! Frustration began to creep onto the chick’s face as she stopped and plopped her behind down onto the sands. She wanted to find Hers, and she would find Hers! She just hadn’t expected it to be so hard, that was all. The bad thing about there being so many people around was that there were more people to search through before she could find the one that was right for her. Male or female, the green didn’t yet know the difference. She only knew that somewhere out there was the other half of her soul, and without that special person the green would forever remain incomplete.
With a soft sigh, green ears starting to droop a little, the green got up again to resume her journey, resolute but starting to lose hope. She trudged onwards, battle-weary, until suddenly… she stopped. She froze stock still, as that tugging at her heart caught her notice. Her dark eyes remained locked on one figure, facing away from her, and she could tell that that was Hers. Hers was not looking at her, but the little green was sure! Absolutely, positively sure!
With a triumphant ululation of delight and joy, the green broke into a sprint, for a moment becoming a formless streak of bright green, before, once again, she tripped. Over her own feet. Inertia carried the rest of her body onwards while her feet stopped, and she tumbled forwards into a wild roll of bent feathers and flailing feet, coming to rest with a light bump against Rainer’s legs. With a trill that was beyond happy and well into jubilation, the green peered up at her beloved Hers from between her hind feet, her tail resting comically beside her beak. I finally, finally found you, R’iner![/color] She crowed happily into the woman’s mind. Your Portemmoreph is much bruised, but I have you now and I love you, Mine![/color] And with that, Portemmoreph twisted onto her feet to rub her head lovingly against the newly-named R’iner’s legs. Oh yes, she loved Hers so, so much! 70E24C- protective, clumsy and gets scars but determined And meanwhile, the large purple and peach Sharp Turn Giant gave a slow, irritable shake as the chick within began to stir. [/size]
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Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Dec 3, 2010 21:30:20 GMT -8
The Speed Limit Dwarf had begun to rock again, and this time it didn't stop. Within moments tiny cracks appeared on its surface; in a few more, the entire thing burst apart. Away rolled the fragments, exposing a little green hatchling sitting in the middle of the wreck. She looked around with wide greenish eyes, blinking confusedly before she stumbled out of the ruins. Daintily lifting her little claws out of the pile of eggshells, the baby simourv shook the last egg fragments off herself and then looked around again. This time she understood exactly what she was supposed to do! And she did it promptly: scuttling over to the waiting candidates, she flitted among them with happy trills to each one, not wanting to neglect anyone. The long tail flicked cheerily; as she passed by Ourobeph and his downed rider, the green paused to chirrup a greeting. How was the blue doing today? Quite well, she hoped, and she hoped him and His all the best, but she had to find Hers now! Oh! But what if Hers wasn't here? The green simply couldn't bear the thought. Without thinking about it, she whimpered and scuttled quickly through the line of candidates, and then back and forth several more times, apparently distraught. And then for no apparent reason she stopped dashing to and fro, and paused to investigate a couple of candidates more closely. Shaegir? Nope. Rainer? No, another green had just claimed her. But Rainer wasn't Hers anyway. Phooey! She wanted Hers, not somebody else! But she remained optimistic: her person was here, somewhere! She'd find them! Yes, oh yes, she would! She would! And then she found him. Hers was right here, exactly where he had been standing before! Thrilled by her discovery, the green waltzed up to him, wrapping herself tightly around his legs with a joyful cry. Oh, E'ry! Your Kaykeetaph FOUND YOU! Oh, for a moment I thought I just wouldn't but then I realized you were right here all along! You seem unhappy, E'ryMine! Don't be unhappy! You should be joyful! I found you! She paused a moment, then trilled contentedly, nuzzling Hers. ...I'm hungry, Mine, positively hungry!738E24 - cheery, flirty, emotional but optimistic, cries at weddings
On the sands, the Prohibited Core began to shake violently. It shook wildly, canting onto its side into the sand before it began to roll about. Obviously something very alive was contained inside, and it just wasn't getting out quite yet. But it would soon - this was made evident by the fine spiderweb of cracks rapidly running over the red and white surface of the egg. [/center]
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