Candidate Dorms(#361RA)
Another chamber, made of the same grey granite that forms the basis of the other rooms on the aerie. Still, this one seems more cheerful than the others, perhaps from the near always presence of younger folks asked to stand as candidates which live here. There are row after row of cots, each followed by a small clothes press and a box for other valuables. A few hangings drape down the walls, pictures of brooding queens, or the wings of the aerie in flight against the menace.
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Players: Jo'can, K'ndra, Dominic, Xanlei, Evenean, Maddox
Dragons:
Flitters: Morning, Snow, Jeeves, Cameo, Tree-Hugger, Choc, Standiesh, Lewanna, Lancelot, Misty
Other:
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SouthWest -*- Hatching Sands
East -*- Living Cavern
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Evenean(#438PXce)
When you look at Evenean you see a young woman about twenty years of age, more or less. She is almost considered tall at five feet ten inches, and with her height she has slightly bigger feet. She has very long black hair, you could say that it is too long because she can sit on it if she isn't careful. Evenean has a slightly long face and a tan from growing up on the plains and staying outside taking care of her families animals because of that her skin can be a bit leathery. Her eyes are very strange looking because they will start out a dull looking gray color but often will change to either a light blue or get a bit of a green tint, depending on what time of the year it is. When you look close enough you can see that she has a slight limp in her left leg, most of the time she hides it but when it's really hurting you can tell that something has happened to her leg.
Today Evenean is wearing a plan white robe that hangs past her knees and a simple white tie around her waist.
K'ndra walks into the barrcks at a brisk stride "Ok people, seems that thigs are moving along, as well as rocking aand rolling, Candidares you need to get into your robes."
Dominic turns at K'ndra's words and nods, slipping into his robe he patiently waits for the next commands.
Xanlei rushes to her cot and drags out the robe from her trunk. Fumbling a bit she manages to change out of her tunic and pants and into the robe. She kicks off her boots clumsily and replaces them with her sandals. She returns after a bit trying to smooth down and tie back her hair as she does.
Maddox peeks up from her cot, where she's sat stroking a tiny flitter. 'Now?' she squeaks, scrambling off her bed, dropping the flitter, and pulls her robe out of her chest. within a matter of minutes she's dressed and ready, tieing her hair back as she moves across to K'ndra.
Evenean turns and hurridly gets dressed, moving to get her robe situated just right and then smoothing it down from where it hangs on over her. She looks around the room once she's done, mentally getting ready for this.
Dominic watches the other candidates getting ready and smiles, "Well looks like this is it, good luck everyeone!!"
K'ndra smiles as candidates hop to it"Once in your robe line up right here" she points o a spot near the tunnel to the sands.
Xanlei makes her way over to line up with the other candidates. She fidgets and fusses with her hands before finally just folding her arms and standing relatively still.
Dominic nods and heads over to where K'ndra pointed to and stands at the spot moving around nervously.
Evenean is following behind a couple of other candidates, making her way to line up with the others and then keep continuing looking around.
Jo'can walks into the Barracks, checking to see if everyone is ready. He nods to K'ndra. "I hope I'm not too late. Was out hunting Sea. Got back as soon as I could."
Maddox pops herself into place between two candidates, nervously rubbing her hands together.
K'ndra nods at Jo'can "s'okay. Glad you got here in time." giving him a smile she turns to the candidates. 'LEt's go people." OOC I will go then Dominic, Evenean, Maddox, Xanlei, and Jo'can
K'ndra nods at Jo'can "s'okay. Glad you got here in time." giving him a smile she turns to the candidates. 'LEt's go people."
K'ndra heads to the southwest.
K'ndra has left.
Dominic heads to the southwest.
Dominic has left.
Jo'can heads to the southwest.
Jo'can has left.
Hatching Sands
As you step on to the heated black sands of the Hatching Grounds of SeaMist Aerie, the slightest whisper is amplified for you. The immense cavern that you now stand in the very base of, is covered with fine black volcanic sand. The heat of the sands, begins to filter through your footwear. You look around taking in the large rows of seats on one side and the mysterious pockets and ledges on the other. You wander over to the raised wooden dais, where a broody queen and her rider may escape the ever present heat. You see two entrances, to either side of the dais. One leads to the candidates barracks, and the other is to a small alcove Aerie, that has been set aside for the brooding queen and her rider. A ramp to the sands extends from one side of the galleries. Its access to the sands is blocked by a thin metal gate.
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Eggs:
1. Heartbeat of the Savannah Egg 2. The Rooftops of London Egg
3. Moon River Egg 4. The New Territory Egg
5. Blossom of Snow Egg 6. Ragged Orange Striped Egg
7. Casa Rosada Egg 8. Black and White Ascot Egg
9. Chase Among the Stars Egg 10. View from Above Egg
Dragons: Tsoniku, Immoku
Candidates: Evenean, Dominic
Riders: Jo'can, K'ndra, Elle, Fian, Uil, N'ris
Other:
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NorthEast -*- Candidate Dorms
South -*- Sandy Alcove
North -*- Tunnel to the Hatching Sands
You wander in from the southwest.
Please see +Thelp for Egg Touching commands.
Dominic follows K'ndra onto the sands and gives a bow to the sire and dam of the clutch.
Smoke appears to billow and curl, then you realise that it it the movements of the hatchling within the egg as it begins the song and dance that will take the hatchling from the Rooftops of London to the sands that cradle its egg.
Maddox walks in from the Candidate Dorms.
Maddox has arrived.
Xanlei moves in from the Candidate Dorms.
Xanlei has arrived.
Evenean has trailed after several other candidates, eyes opened much wider as she walks out onto the sands right now. She's somewhat jumpy, moving to back away when she gets to close to one egg on accident.
Dominic shifts nervously from foot to foot, as he watches the eggs moving and shaking, damn but this is nerve wracking!
How can you tell if there’s movement within the clouds? Well for those watching the View from Above egg, it shows in the slight tremor of the castle far below. Or maybe it is just the whisper of wind in the specks of grass. There might have been some movement, but the sands beneath are so silent. So still. It must have been imagination.
Xanlei follows in the line of candidates looking around nervously. She fidgets unsure of what to do and wavers on the fringe of the line of candidates watching the eggs as they begin to move.
Maddox follows Evenean closely, eyes glued to the moving eggs in front of her. She barely bobs to the clutchparents since she's so nervous, before she stands, hopping out of excitement.
K'ndra nods respectfully to Immoku and Tsoniku as she moves out onto the sands. she takes a place somewhat behind the candidates ready to lead the new pairs off.
N'ris gives the arriving candidates quick smiles as she stands beside Immoku.
The smoke seems to move ever faster and even seems to disperse in areas. The water in the background shimmers and the wavelets look to be speeding up in their travels as the kicks from within the shell pick up in strength and rate of occurance. Striations appear on the shell from the efforts of the hatchling.
Jo'can comes out last, making sure all the candidates make it out to the Sands. He checks to make sure one of the shyer girls doesn't faint. Then he bows slightly to N'ris and to Immoku.
Xanlei gives an awkward bow to the clutchparents when she sees others doing it. It seems to be the thing to do and she's certainly nervous enough that following other's example seems safer than winging it on her own.
If it hasn’t wobbled, then it can’t very well crack can it. Those lines in the castle walls are all your imagination for sure. And don’t mind the noises either. But the egg can only pretend for so long, and the loud snap that sounds from the View from Above egg traces a long gorge across the cloudy visage.
A gentle tilt to the side is the only clue that the Blossom of Snow Egg has begun to stir. But, look! There is another. The ovoid tilts again, and begins to shiver from side to side in its little hollow of sand. Something within is definitely alive - and intent on entering the world. But when?
Suddenly, like a firecracker exploding in the night sky pieces of shell fly away from the egg, the end of the struggle is in 'sight' and the hatchling's kick tempo picks up. Soon there is but a pile of shards and a gooey wet white hatchling looking about.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Peppermint-Snap White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prominent bands of wraith-wrought hues decorate the invigorating brightness of this magnificently-bleached creature's belly and flanks, stroking an unadulterated fancy of striped crispness into view. It is tall and wide, this hatchling, far from the smallest and prone to extending itself to its full and greatest height. Wings of snow and frost are bourne in a position that leaves them somewhere between furled and loose, stocky sails adding to its impressive dimensions. Trailing ends are gilt with silver, a glittery reflection swaying along with the hatchling as it moves in search of something elusive. Orbs of ruby dart to and fro, a predator of vivid spirit stalking the object of its desire. Talons honed to match that gemstone's effulgence extend and retract in impatient agitation as striping weaves in and out of vision along its haunches and sides. Scales have been forged with a glittery polish, though some are palest alabaster and others of metallic argent. Vertically do they run from wedged head to the spaded end of its tail, a tangy peppermint template that is blended together into a synchronous whole by the speckled interweaving of foggy hues. <Desc'd by Taeryn>
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Evenean is jumpy, as she looks around at the few moving eggs and scatters back away from one of them. She is standing between two candidates and laughs nervously as one of them hatches open.
Xanlei gasps out and claps her hands together as the first hatchling arrives. She fidgets and looks down the line of candidates then back to the hatchling. If this girl were wound any tighter she'd explode.
Once breached the castle walls are quick to fall. But it’s not usually from within. The hatchling inside the View from Above egg seems determined to get out and the gorge across the top of it’s egg widens ever outwards until the egg snaps open into five different parts. Sitting in the center of shell shards and egg goo is the lone inhabitant.
Dominic sees the first hatchling and smiles as it explodes from it's egg, he looks around to see if any of the others are showing signs of imminent hatching then returns to the first one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Silent Night Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A shadow of a hatchling emerges from the confines of its egg shell. The particles are reduced to nothing at the hatchlings feet as large amethyst eyes regard the surrounding candidates with a silent intensity. Wings unfurl and stretch for a time, showing off a silent bleary whiteness. It seems to have consumed the whole of this creature, as if one is holding ones breath on the deepest of winter nights. For the land is lit only by the pale white moon and casts an almost silvery shadow with the barest hints of blue-white along neck and tail. Movements bring the barest shuffling whisper. The crunch of sand beneath snowy claws adds a soft almost predatory crunch to the rustle of scales as the hatchling moves over the sands. <Desc'd by S'ym>
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All of these shivers and tilts have not been in vain. Thin cracks begin to spread over the surface of the Blossom of Snow Egg's surface, spreading much like a spider's web. Suddenly, these cracks begin to widen, and the movements of the rotund egg become more frantic. Not much longer, now.
A hatchling! Maddox quivers nervously, biting her lower lip. But, she tries to put on brave face. 'It's a pretty hatchling!' she says aloud, then gasps as another hatches. 'And so's that one!'
Silent Night Hatchling looks around, amongst the scattered reminents of its former home and sets up a plaintive creel. Only after that noise does it get up and look around, shaking first one wing and then the next. Then its up on its feet and moving, slowly toward that long line of candidates.
Dominic smiles at Maddox's exclamation, "They're quite the pair that's for sure Maddox, wonder what the other will hatch?"
Peppermint-Snap White Hatchling snorts explosively at the shards of the shell that once confined it. It kicks at the pile before heaading out onto the sands. It raises it's head sniffing and snuffing, it searches for something, something that is out there.........in that line of white
Shadows dance across the shell of the Heartbeat of the Savannah Egg to a growing thrumming from with in. No. The designs aren't shifting. The shell is vibrating ever so slightly, just enough to fool the eye. Just as the 'dancing' reaches a frenzied pace.. the drums stop. The egg stills.
Xanlei 's attention moves from one hatchling to the other shifting to one foot and then the other. She watches as the two new arrivals begin to move, ready to move out of the way if need be.
'Another white?' Maddox says with a wink Dominic-ways. 'Wonder who'll they'll choose is probably a better question.'
Evenean is standing back a bit still, watching a bit more as she looks around. A quick glance between those two that are hatched, before she tilts her head to keep better track of the pepperment snap's progress.
Dominic shakes his head, "Don't know but am sure they know who it is they want...just keep an eye on them and I'm sure you'll see who they choose." Dominic isn't thinking of himself bonding but is almost like a spectator instead of a participant, forgetting for the moment why he's there
At last, long last, the snowy shards of the Blossom of Snow Egg have broken up into immense fragments. Slowly, each shard falls away, as though slipping aside like a curtain of seafoam to make way for the dragon who emerges from within.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Tiny Runt Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dully white and underdeveloped, this hatchling's hindlimbs are almost literally nothing but skin and bones, with scales barely stretching to cover thin tendons, then clinging to its fragile bones. The ridges upon its tail only help in making the illusion that it is only a thing cordlike bone protruding from the hatchling's backside. Its emaciated back and stomach cling to its ribs, looking like some pitiful unfed dog. The veins in its arms bulge out, blue beneath the white hide, and its head is almost a fossil, so tight does the hide here cling. Its sunken eyes stare out, and seem to scream out for help. Its claws are so small they are nearly invisible. Its tiny teeth seem to be the only mature part on this hatchling, sticking out from parted jaws as if about to sink into a meal. <Desc'd by Ailyn>
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Peppermint-Snap White Hatchling approaches the line of white, snufflling here and there, searching for that thing that calls to it. It raises it's head, it's posture inditcates increased interest. MAybe it's goal is near?
Dominic grins as he notices one of the hatchlings sniffing about, maybe it's found the one it's looking for? Or maybe not quite yet.
Xanlei aws softly at the next hatchling to appear, "poor little thing, seems so thin!" she says quietly. She can't help but feel sorry for the little thing.
With a triumphant cry the Peppermint-Snap White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darkling Depths Nebula Puhiku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Purple dances across his scales in varying shades, darkest royal purple is the 'under' color. Amethyst, lavender, and orchid create a lacework pattern all over his body giving the illusion that a master craftsman spent hours putting each scale on his body. Slender is the best way to describe this creature. From his narrow wedge of a head to his neck and shoulders his lines flow sinuously. Narrow shoulders drifts to the torso, hips, and tail. Wings look paper thin and not strong enough to keep him in flight. Let not his slenderness fool you though for as he moves about one can see the musculature rippling beneath the skin. Ruby eyes watch with a hunter's care all that happens about him, garnet talons tip his paws.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
In the Galleries, S'ym sits ont he edge of the seat he managed to find in the crowded galleries, and watches the sands expectantly. "Not in much of a hurry this time..." he jests to Brennan who shrugs and points back to that sands where he missed in that one second look away the first bonding. "Aww... nice one."
Silent Night Hatchling is still walking, taking an interest in the crowd of candidates and moving along the line as it does. A glance up at this one very tall lad before a slight, seeming sigh and the hatchling moves along. But what. Who is there? It's a dark haired girl and it stops, butting its head up against Vrizalia's legs.
With a triumphant cry the Silent Night Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
Kinirick mutters about the sand getting down his robe, paying little attention to the white hatchling coming down the line. Warm sand scuffed up causes the tall young man to look at the hatchling, all ready to put up a stink. K'nic blinks, "What do you mean where have I been? Silly Puhiku, I been waiting right here for you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under the Sea Kelp Forest Comet Alinell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rippled green grass drifts in a soft breeze. The waving fields rippling back and forth cause a very distinct pattern on this dragons hide. At the roots the green is new and strong, burnishing the depths of her scales along belly and on the undersides of haunches, arms, and tail. Each strand is unique and individual and yet its easy to be lost within the wind teased mass. The color lightens as one rises upon each blade the greens fading in intensity and depth into a more time and weather worn hue which knows that forever is not to be. At the very ends are teasing buds, future flowers to tickle the senses or perhaps closer to torture they are not quite open yet, drifting under the invisible caresses and biding their time. Sunny yellow highlights twist along these tip edges, creating slightly bent winking waves across her form from afar, working in the odd patterns of the winds as they caress the thick grasses. Topaz eyes gaze outwards framed within a slender tapered head which tips a body build much as the blade of grass, long and lean and a form to which most will tend to underestimate. Wingsails drift in the currents with only the barest tint of green to the rippled sheen of light giving way their presence to any who might not be paying close attention otherwise.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
The vibrating drums resume their their frenzied rhythm, causing the Heartbeat of the Savannah Egg to almost hop. Pound. Pound. Pound. The creature within violently tries to escape from its prison. Its reward, a web of tiny fractures spiralling down from apex to base.
Maddox claps excitedly as the white hatchling turns into a nebula one, and she calls out her congratulations to the new pair. 'Oh, and Vrizalia, congratulations!'
Dominic blinks as two bonds are made in quick succession, turning to Maddox he shakes his head, "That was quick!"
Zali, once known as Vrizalia jumps from foot to foot, stopping suddenly to look at the butting head of the hatchling, "Oh Alinell of course I will and we will, right now!"
:gives out her own congratulations to the quick bonding pairs, nodding to both K'nic and then Zali as they bond. She's dumbfounded :gives out her own congratulations to the quick bonding pairs, nodding to both K'nic and then Zali as they bond. She's dumbfounded almost at the speed that it happens.
Evenean gives out her own congratulations to the quick bonding pairs, nodding to both K'nic and then Zali as they bond. She's dumbfounded almost at the speed that it happens.
Xanlei claps her hands as well and grins widely, "congratulations!" she calls to the two pairs so quickly bonded. She glances back to the others, then looks to the tiny one still out there.
Maddox giggles back at Dominic. 'Quick is good, then it'll all be over! I know I need to use the privy, I didn't get the chance before we came out here!'
Tiny Runt Hatchling shakes itself off with a quick little movement, and then blinks bemusedly about at its surroundings. Hello, world! There is a brief pause before the creature hesitantly takes a step forward, and then after a moment, another. Hrm. How /does/ this work? The thin hatchling gives a rather pitieous creel as it begins to move across the sands.
Dominic laughs and nods his head, "I made sure I went before we came out, didn't want to embarass myself!"
Ta-tum. Ta-tum. Tiny specks of shell begin to vibrate away from the Heartbeat of the Savannah Egg. The creature that lurks within punches out first one limb, then another, until the white hatchling, peppered with the shards of its African egg, is free.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Puzzled Paper Pulp Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As if the shards of its egg had decided to stick this one seems not made up of scales but overlaping bit of ... paper? Razor thin the pulp has been pounded into near oblivious and then bleached by a process held secretly tight by the masters within the Smith guild. Yet the perfect sheets which are normally laid have been taken by a whirlwind of flitters and diced and sliced by sharp claws into bits so small as to be sometimes indistinguishable, and that is what comprises the visible parts of this hatchling now. Whatever the glue it is which causes the paper bits to stick so well no amount of shaking or scratching by the hatchling seems to dislodge them. Yet that isn't the babies main interest anyhow, for solid jet eyes regard its suroundings with a puzzled expression. <Desc'd by Jello>
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Maddox coos softly. 'I like that skinny hatchling... it's so small and cute! Who do you think it'll choose?I bet it goes for a boy, because it'll think he can protect it until it's older!'
Xanlei blinks and looks around as another hatchling arrives. She grins and splits her attention watching the ones on the sands. She looks towards the clutch trying to see how many are left, but she's so excited it's hard to tell.
The New Territory egg a silent one in the midst of rocking suddenly moves, like a quake so sudden the movement that egg is rocked up onto it's apex only to roll over the other side completely exposed. There once more it lies still but it seems it's only for a bit.
Puzzled Paper Pulp Hatchling looks.. dazed. It wobbles and falls over, flailing a little as it struggles back to it's feet. Sand now sticks to the confused hatchling as well as egg bits. Irritation clouds it's white gooey muzzle as it shakes thoroughly, sending sand and slime flying in all directions.
Dominic sees his favorite egg moving and smiles until it falls over onto it's sides, "I wonder how anyone can keep track of what's happening down here? I mean there's candidates and hatchlings moving about so much!"
In the Galleries, Anya wanders up into the galleries, intent upon taking a break from incessant work. "Hello Brennan, S'ym." Both recieve a nod of greeting, and Anya attempts to find herself a good seat.
Evenean is looking around once more, attention being dragged in all sorts of directions as new hatchlings end up on the sands and wandering around. She ducks back behind another older boy, peeking around his shoulder.
In the Galleries, S'ym hears his name among the din and takes another chance glance away and flashes an excited smile to Anya before looking back tot he sands and the action continuing thereupon.
Puzzled Paper Pulp Hatchling newly shaken, stalks away from the patch of sand where it hatched and starts to snuffle towards the candidates. It seems to know exactly where it's going, but its path takes a bit of a zig zag pattern. Maybe it has an inner ear disorder?
Maddox giggles at the zig-zagging hatchling. 'that one looks like it's drunk. Did someone sneak wine into the eggs?' She giggles some more at her own 'joke', wrapping her arms around her waist.
Elle has reconnected.
Elle has partially disconnected.
Dominic laughs, "I don't know but the poor little one seems to be having a tough time of it!"
Xanlei shifts as the hatchlings move around, keeping an eye on the paper pulp one, may need to dodge that later, "poor guy, hope it finds someone soon" she says softly.
Tiny Runt Hatchling picks its way a little farther across the sands, beginning to pick up the pace, now. The gaunt muzzle lifts slightly, sniffing ... hungrily? ... toward the white-clad things. White just like it. That must be a good sign, indeed. At least they seem mostly clean. A lad near the outside of the group is nosed at briefly, and then rejected with what could be a little sniff and a flick of the tail. The bony head turns slightly even as the hatchling prepares to reject a girl standing off to the side, attention caught by ... by something. A voice. But where is it? The search continues.
The New Territory egg quakes again, this time rocking back and forth as cracks rib it and begin to draw apart, bits and pieces of the egg soon falls inwards, some rolling outwards as well as the egg breaks open.
Evenean is watching still, attention caught by moving eggs and then the ever wandering hatchlings, trying to divide her attention between all of those things making movements on the sands.
Maddox runs a hand across her hair, smoothing it back where it's come loose from the rapidly made plait. She pulls the end of the plait over her shoulder and starts fiddling with the end, watching the hatchlings carefully, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape.
The New Territory Egg is suddenly no more as a hatchling appears suddenly peering from without, to a new world it has yet to explore, it croons a greeting to clutch mom and dad before standing to ruffle its wings, spatters of goo flying everywhere. One foot leaves the egg and is shook, the other followed, and then whole body is shook sending more goo flying, it totters in place creeling before taking a step away from its egg shell and sitting down. Pondering carefully its next move.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Whipped Cream Delight Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Its wings are a splashing delight of foamy froth, whipping cream that spills and pours in tumbled fashion back and forth between the lofting struts of strengthy spars. It is the most noticeable feature of this gangly hatchling, who seems to need just a little more time to grow into its rangy form. Dipped into a batter of stark alabaster, the rolling coils of loosed liquid slither and slide from lush ailerons, cascading in an ivory runnel along the lean, long definition of rear haunches and snaky stomach. The churning fall from such a lofty precipice leaves the scales along the creature's attenuated rump and tail burnished and lathered, the cream whipped into its lightest state to tint and stain each and every one of the tiny things. Palest tangerine entwines with butter to brush ephemeral kisses along its muzzle, which looks to be the best-fitting piece of anatomy owned by the youngling. But the difficulty with its frame is but a temporary thing, all the strength and dexterity and whippy speed a mature dragon could desire lies coiled in sinew and muscle beneath feather-soft skin. The lightest shades of amber reflect from eyes and talons that are precisely the same hue -- dawnlit gold infused with flame. <Desc'd by Taeryn>
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With a sudden jerk, the Moon River Egg comes to life, as the hatchling inside decides it is time to come out, as the once still egg rocks back and forth in its mound, sending sand flying from around it.
Xanlei shifts a bit down the line of candidates peering over a few heads to get a good look as the hatchlins move. She is careful not to get in anyone's way, but doesn't want to miss a thing! And as if on que another hatchling arrives, "lovely!"
Tiny Runt Hatchling draws near to a small cluster of robed-creatures, and suddenly comes to a stop as it peers up at each one. Yes, that one. That had to be the one the voice came from. Such a beautiful creature must have a beautiful voice to go with it, yes? A moment longer of gazing up at this one who stands with an open mouth, and then a croon slowly builds in this emaciated hatchling's throat.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Tiny Runt Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silken Scales of Seafoam Comet Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Softly cresting waves of jaded seas ripple over the thin, lean form of this small dragoness. Those foaming crests seem to overwhelm her tiny figure, washing over her thin neck to cradle an equally thin muzzle and chin. Her face is surely one of the whitest shades of green ever seen, so pale as to almost bear the illusion of remaining white from birth, at least there. Gaunt cheekbones jut out slightly, protruding from the seemingly stretched scales which hold her in place, taut with tension. Curved eyeridges glitter with forgotten flecks of sand, the tiniest hints of washed-out emeralds and peridots speckling the area just over her large, aquamarine eyes. Her limbs are adorned with cultivated pearls, dollops of iridescent hues arranged in almost visible patterns, lending her an almost graceful appearance. Talons sparkle with bright peacock greens, the tips appearing to be edged in a pale silvery-green. Slim shoulders give way to lean wings, which are washed with gently lapping waves. Seafoam rages in the torrential currents of jaded sea as it suddenly crashes onto those delicate, thinly membraneous wingsails. Even as this coloration recedes, it leaves behind intricate tracings of the palest blue-greens, hues which are not lost upon the predominantly aurora green wingbone and spars. Thin yet somehow still muscular, her tail sweeps away from her in long curves, soft ivy brushed with streaks of seaweed and kelp.
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Puzzled Paper Pulp Hatchling arrives at it's destination. After a long, winding road, this hatchling is puzzled no more, finding the one person that will straighten it out. A girl. All alone. It rumbles, vibrating its entire white body. It has chosen and suddenly..
With a triumphant cry the Puzzled Paper Pulp Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Behemoth of the Abyss Nova Enigoll ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Swirls of shadow create a striking contrast to the pallid rose that accents his scaled body. His neck and shoulders are broad and muscular, giving him a very compact, powerlifter look. But inspite of this, his tail and wings have unusual length, making him larger than the vast majority of dragons his same color. Stocky limbs are a milky quartz color, laced with subtle gray shadows and rosey accents. His talons themselves are a deep ebon at the razor tips, fading as they approach his flesh. The gray swirling winds up his sides from his limbs and incases his wing spars in shadowy darkness. The spars are tipped in startlingly vivid scarlet, matching speckles dribbing down the trailing edge of his wings. Aside from the misty gray that twines up his sides, his body maintains a fairly uniform rosey shade, not quite red and yet, not quite pink. The color drains to pallid as the hue slips up his thick neck however. His sharply angular head is more opalescent than any shade of red, tiny ripples of peach creating an oceany undercurrent. His incredibly strong maw accented with tarry blackness swimming up towards his large, florescent green eyes. At the opposite end, the rosey shade slowly morphs to a deep maroon, the very tip of his tail a rich shade of periwinkle.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
The always shy and quiet Arabella twists around to face that which has jostle her. Gazing at Enigoll her expression widens into a large smile, "Of course I like the name Bell, just as much as I love your name, Enigoll. I'm hungery as well, lets go see what we can find."
In the Galleries, S'ym cheers for the latest round of bondings. "Yeah!"
In the Galleries, K'yn cheers for the newest bonders.
'Another one!' Squeaks Maddox, pointing to the newest hatchling to grace the sands. 'How many are there now?' She peers around, mentally counting. 'Look... Miwyll? Miwyll... you're... mine?' She giggles, dropping to her knees to cuddle the neck of her little lifemate. 'We'll get you off the sand soon!'
Moon River Egg continues its movements in the sands. A hard bump against the sands causes cracks to spread across the once smooth shell, the cracks widening as the hatchlings within works it's way free.
In the Galleries, Alex wanders in from the Tunnel to the Hatching Sands.
In the Galleries, Alex has arrived.
Xanlei cheers again and claps excitedly for Maddox as she finds her bond, "Congratulations!" She gives another little cheer then peers over to give the same exhuberant congratulations to Bell and her new bond.
Dominic nods his head and smiles, "ALRIGHT MADDOX!!!"
Jo'can walks over to Maddox, "Congratulation Mad and Miwyll, if you come this way?" Leading the pair to the Sandy Alcove.
Whipped Cream Delight Hatchling sits still for a moment, head being shaken as it looks towards the parents. Another croon is voiced, maybe some direction will be given on which way to go. With a lurch, wings out-streched the hatchling starts across the sand. Spotting the line of candidates the hatchling turns, thats where I need to go.
The movements continue with the MoonRiver egg, pieces of shell flaking off to hit the hot sands, Suddenly a tail breaks loose from the shell, just before the rest of the egg breaks apart, leaving the occupant to the big world outside.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Ice Crystals And Fairy Dust Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Enigmatic aura blankets a winter's snow, and innocence mingles with understated sin in a union of impossible measure. Bright, ethereal white shifts down from mercury shades at tip of muzzle to the more heavenly hues that cloud about flanks and tail. Glitter peeks out from between shoulders and runs over gracefully unicolor wings, sliding down the spine to its tail's very tip, making it seem almost as if the scales are coated in frost or dusted with tiny flecks of diamond. Hints of alluvial gold and hoary silver dance amidst a faint purples, swirling in a delicate number, almost white to begin with but fading further still into dull, flat ecru upon the feet. <Desc'd by Ketsumei>
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Miwyll has left.
Maddie moves closer to Miwyll.
Maddie moves to the south.
Maddie has left.
Maddie walks in from the Sandy Alcove.
Maddie has arrived.
In the Galleries, Anya returns S'ym's smile and settles herself in a seat nearby, leaning forward to watch the activity. "Oh, good, another comet." They can always use a few more. "Hope we'll have a load of them at our next hatching."
The sprinkles of sand that cover the Ragged Orange Striped Egg start to slowly slide down the sides of the egg. The fine movements of the egg slowly increase until the wiggling movements are noticed by all.
Xanlei turns from watching the last couple of pairs make their way off the sands to clap her hands in delight again at the next hatchling, "now that's even more lovely!" she seems enamored of them all, so this is not a new sentiment.
Evenean claps for the now named Maddie, watching with something akin to envy as the girl leaves with her dragon and she turns back to the rest of the hatchlings out there on the sands.
Dominic watches as Maddie and Miwyll head off with Jo'can then returns his attention to the hatchlings and eggs that remain on the sands.
Whipped Cream Delight Hatchling stops when the line of candidates is reached, where is that one, the very special one? Peering upwards, one after another is rejected.
Ice Crystals And Fairy Dust Hatchling sits there a moment or two. Soon though it shakes vigorously, sending egg goo and shards flying every which way. Ice Crystals And Fairy Dust Hatchling makes it's way towards the line that wears white like it does. It sniffs and snuffs searching.
Xanlei grins watching the hatchlings make their inspections, "makes a body feel like saluting" she murmurs under her breath. She shifts a few feet down to watch as the hatchlings move along the line. So lovely and yet so comical all the same!
In the Galleries, Guest2 goes home.
In the Galleries, Guest2 has left.
A slight rolling back and forth is the first movement out of the Casa Rosada Egg. Nothing spectacular, just a hint of motion as it moves on the sands from the energy of the hatchling within. It stops near as soon as it starts, going motionless as if nothing had ever happened.
Whipped Cream Delight Hatchling stops short, looking towards a particular figure, rushing forward to rub against the white robe. I found him, he's right here. How did I miss him the first time around?
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Whipped Cream Delight Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep Sea Nebula Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Palest lilac graces the broad heavy head of this dragon, spreading over his jaws and muzzle and then back to highlight his warm honey topaz eyes, dark shadowed by light there. The color slowly deepens as it trails down the back of his head toward his neck, a complimentary shade that continues to deepen as it falls down his back. Deeper midnight purple colors along his tail, royal coloring as it cascades along in darkness, crashing from neck ridge to neck ridge as it marks along his body. Dark blued purple spreads in lingering waves across his broad wings, held up by darker, deeper toned spars. Meanwhile, the underneath of his wings is brilliant amethyst shaded in colors of iridescence from view most times, except when he is in flight. Brighter tones colors collect and slide along his belly from the first tinges on the underside of his jaw to the very underside of his tail spade and even to the inside of his stocky limbs. His feet are stocky as well, the thick strong limbs to support him and boasting razor sharp talons in deep royal purple.
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Ice Crystals And Fairy Dust Hatchling gets nearer and nearer to it's goal, it knows it is. The search continues down the line of white. It will find it's answer.....soon.
Once becalmed upon the sands, the Chase Among the Stars egg seems less inclined to stillness now. So it is that the billowing sails of the pirate ship rise and fall and rise again on the waves of movement from within the shell. A visible bulge shows running up and down one side as the occupant within struggles to escape.
Dominic stops his shifting and stares...."Orlaku...yes let's eat..."
With a triumphant cry the Ice Crystals And Fairy Dust Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
Xanlei cheers again as another hatchling finds it's bond! "Congratulations Dominic! Woohoo!" she gives a triumphant cry for her friend.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seafarer's Mermaid Meteor Boyneku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rather large and bulky, this meteor is. There is an overall uniformity to his immense form, a plain sort of drab, sepia brown tumbling over his sinewy neck and thick, chunky limbs, wings, and tail. His muzzle sports several interesting streaks of copper - if one were feeling imaginative enough, they could almost resemble whiskers. Tiny and beady in comparison, eyes of depthless onyx peer readily from the depths of his dark face. His wings tremble uneasily with each slow, clumsy movement that he makes, hues of almond and oak skittering in a mad frenzy across his wingsails, when they're visible. Jagged lines of metallic bronze are drawn uneasily across places they shouldn't be - like over his flanks, and streaking over his belly. Chubby and a little too powerful, his tail is ensconced with dark umber, the tip shaped into a spade, although a rather rounded one at that.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
Jo'can goes over to D'nic, Congratulation D'nic and to you Orlaku, if you want to move overto the Sandy Alcove. We'll get you settled."
Finding himself suddenly farther from the other canadiates, Madric starts to edge towards the others, right when Boyneku stops in front of him. Almost stumbling over him, A'ric stops short, "Are you alright Boyneku. No? OH, you are hungery. Lets go see if they have some food for both of us."
D'nic nods his head absently, "Ok, whatever you say"
D'nic heads to the south.
D'nic has left.
The wiggling of the Ragged Orange Striped Egg stops all at once, replace with lurches and twists as she one within tries to find its way out of the shell. With a last twist fine cracks are seen running along its length.
[RedCliffs Aerie] Tyra: yep.
Splinters appear on the façade of the Casa Rosada Egg, cracks undermining the firm foundation of the house it depicts. Further degradation occurs, serious damage now to the underpinnings of the house and more than a bit of a sway to the balcony shown in such splendor on the surface of the shell.
The fine line of cracks running from one end to the other start to blossom outwards, creating a network of small cracks all over the Ragged Orange Striped Egg, just like an overly large spiderweb. The cracks breaking apart as the white one within suddenly bursts forth, the shards of the egg falling about the egg like a circle of crushed shells.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< All Too Normal White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Exactly of normal size, this hatchling is far from beautiful, though it's also far from ugly. It's very basic. Very boring. Very too normal. Body is perfectly proportioned, limbs, very close to be considered tiny, though not quite, look almost fragile, knobs of bone sticking out here and there. Eyes are close set, and it looks rather intelligent, almost like it's waiting for something. Maybe for it's human to find it, or for it's color to leak in, hoping to make it not quite so boring anymore.<Desc'd by Saedoc>
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Now, it falls to ruins as an abandoned point of dreams. The Casa Rosada Egg no longer exists except in memory and in the pile of shards that now litter the sands, pink tinged against the grey. It leaves exposed the hatchling inside, that small one now spilled out to look around at the whole new world.
The Black and White Egg rocks back and forth as if its imagining it is in a rocking chair by a warm fire rather than on the Hot Sands. All it wants is a warm chair, warm feet, warm talons. . . Ohhhhh, wouldn't that be loverly?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Dawnfire Dreams White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A wonder it is that white can hold such grandiose shading through hues that still belong unto itself. It is a darkling variety of this pristine color that strokes subtle patterns of dove and cream and silver in graduated fashion along the hindquarters and flanks of this delicate-seeming hatchling. It's haunches are moulded of palest mist, which serves to accentuate the promise of individual glitter in tiny scales which have all been bleached by dawn's approaching wraith. Muted clouds of pearly frost billow upon its belly and then sweep between supple forelimbs to brush a lithely-wrought breast and the sinuous curve of an elegant neck. Sapphirine eyes provide that bright, sweet glitter of intellect as it strikes a pose, head held in proud, yet not arrogant fashion, slightly longish wings finally unfurled. What glory is thereupon etched, for betwixt the shadowed horizons drawn by strengthy spars bursts the argent fire of sunlight's promise, so young it has not yet been touched at all by sun's gold. The spare dusting of that gilt and reflective hue couples with transparent rose and lilac to flicker an elusive promise at flowing ridges, sharpened talons, and the slender spade of this fledgling's tail. <Desc'd by Senaya>
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The rolling waves can not be contained by the blanket of night. They push and push against the shoreline, finally crashing into buildings where fine cracks begin to show. Surely the Chase Among the Stars city will come smashing down into the sea at any moment and bury the ship stealing across its surface.
:is somewhat less nervous now as the hatching progresses and looking around. She blinks as the boy standing next to her is stolen b:is somewhat less nervous now as the hatching progresses and looking around. She blinks as the boy standing next to her is stolen by a hatchling though, leaving her once more by herself on the sands.
Evenean is somewhat less nervous now as the hatching progresses and looking around. She blinks as the boy standing next to her is stolen by a hatchling though, leaving her once more by herself on the sands.
The storm has finally come. Though the night once seemed so peaceful, now the Chase Among the Stars egg is a riot of activity as that within seeks escape. The cracks continue to zigzag across the shell’s surface until it is so shattered it can no longer hold its shape. Then the walls just crumble away into dust, leaving behind a precious white hatchling.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Airy Mists of Time Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Weaving tendrils of faerie mist waltz their languid steps along the crystal-cut scales of this exquisite, new-hatched dragon. There is a timeless elegance to the twisting rivulets of molten magic that play across its diamond-hard facade, buffing its glitter into something far more subtle. Slithering shadows and trailers of molten light cling in an ever-shifting cloak about its sleekly-designed breast and limbs -- all combining with the tensile poise in well-conformed haunches and graceful neck to promise a speed of passage which is seductive in its agelessness. Barest strokes of mystical sage call forth the elusive birthing of time upon its spars, shimmering into the palest rose and tangerine warmth of mythos' pattern with its wings' broad extension. Writ upon the center of its well-defined wedge is a spiraling sigil of charcoal which widens and flows in the symbol of eternity, connecting the keen flicker of its sapphirine eyes with the vast and reaching knowledge of the heavens. The future as well is portrayed upon this hide with all her hopes, a scattering of canary and amber-rich flakes sifting along the sleek, sinuous length of the little creature's tail. <Desc'd by Senaya>
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Xanlei looks this way and that as hatchlings appear quickly one after the other, "it's hard to keep up!" she says quietly. She tiptoes and peers over the head of a few candidates hoping to get a closer look at the hatchlings that are arriving.
All Too Normal White Hatchling streches as the shards of the egg fall away. Head lifting the hatchling peers around at the strange sights. A croon of greeting given to parents and the stray sibling about. In no real hurry the hatchling lifts one foot and another, disengaging itself from the egg shards.
Airy Mists of Time Hatchling is.. a flurry of energy. Pure, radiant energy. It shakes it self off, hopping on three paws at it shakes off a fourth.. until all four are 'clean'. It trumpets victoriously and scampers out away from it's egg. Look at me! I'm free!
Maddie moves to the south.
Maddie has left.
Dawnfire Dreams White Hatchling just sits. It doesn't move. It doesn't even look around that much. It certainly wasn't planning on this. No sireee. Another look around the sands before it makes that first effort to get up. And then promptly stumbles to land snout down in the sand.
D'nic wanders in from the Sandy Alcove.
D'nic has arrived.
Orlaku has left.
D'nic moves closer to Orlaku.
Evenean is shaking her head, looking around as she does first this way and then at all the hatchlings still milling around the sands. A half step back or so as one hatchling comes just a bit too close.
The Black and White Egg wobbles as cracks start marring the elegant black and white lines turning them into showing its true origins -- that of a sooty creature from the backside of London. As the ascot race is nearing the finish line, the hatching seems to be calling out: So move your bloody arse! I want out!
D'nic wanders to the south.
D'nic has left.
All Too Normal White Hatchling stops short to look at Dawnfire Dreams. Blinking at it's sibling before bounding away to head, well away from the hyper one.
Evenean is giggling softly as the last of the eggs starts to crack, watching it intently for a moment or so. She peers then around, trying to catch sight of one of the hatchlings she was watching.
In the Galleries, S'ym leans forward as the number of eggs dwindle and then has to sit back to sit up and see over the excited youth below him. The lull after such a flurry of hatchings and bondings isn't likely to last long and he watches as intensely as ever to see where the newly hatched go and what that last egg reveals.
N'ris chuckles at the anticts, mummering, "Go the 'other' way silly."
In the Galleries, Anya watches the hatchlings with just the vaguest of smiles on her face, half getting to her feet to see over the heads of those in front of her. Poor short lady.
Airy Mists of Time Hatchling hops a bit as it scans the candidates. Where ARE you? Whoever 'you' is. The impatient hatchling trumpets again, worry lacing its call. Tail lashing, it heads towards the candidates with a sense of urgency, pacing up and down the line frantically.
Dawnfire Dreams White Hatchling had only barely started walking and it found its one. It's only one. Or maybe it was just lazy and took the first likely lad to come its way. Either way, it's making its choice of Leonart quite well known with a loud bugle.
With a triumphant cry the Dawnfire Dreams White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fire of Freedom Meteor Guevarall ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A firestorm of copper collects on the scaled hide of this dragon, fluidly moving along his hide. A narrow head, held arrogantly as he moves to gaze around and showcasing the dark onyx of his eyes. His neck is broad and quite thick, flowing into the rest of his stolid body. Thickly muscled, his shoulders stand out even at his young age, as he is more heavily built than most hatchlings. A wide chest in that same copper bright hue, trailing down to his blocky flanks and then somewhat thick tail to end in a metallic flourish at his spade. Liquid metal are his wings, molten copper poured as his wingsails and moving fluidly from spar to spar that supports them. The rest of his lower body is that same poured copper shade, flowing down to thickly muscled legs and large, capable feet with their near midnight dark copper talons.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
Xanlei cheers as the Dawnfire hatchling finds it's bond and aws at the urgency in the Mists' voice, "poor thing hope you find someone soon" She looks back towards the normal hatchling to see what it's up to as well.
All Too Normal White Hatchling stops to look back the other way, the white figures. Oh, they are more interesting arn't they? Turning, head lowered as if to get a better view, the hatchling heads down the line. no, don't like you, you arn't right. Reaching the end of the line, a low creel is sounded before looking back, ok, go a little slower this time, maybe take a taste or two, I am hungry after all.
In the Galleries, S'ym whoots, a meteor! "Fine looking one that." he beams as proudly as if it were his own. "A fine clutch for seamist." and then it's back to watching.
Evenean claps suddenly for Leonart, as she had always rather liked the lad there and she looks around at the rapidly diminished ranks of candidates now out here on the sands. A quick peek to look around once more before she's back to holding her breath.
The Black and White Ascot Egg cracks opens and instead of spilling out in a mess of goo, the hatching seems to elegantly step out of the shell. The lowly creature from the back alleys of London as been transformed into a paragon of high society and it won't do to be in a hurry even at your own hatching.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Whiter Than White Hatchling >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A slightly larger than normal hatchling stands from its shellshards, curiously glancing around through wide-set, curiously whirling eyes. Limbs are long, even for its size, causing it to wobble a little now and then. Wings are curled tightly to its back, though one can still see how out of proportion they are. Long tail finishes the bodily part off, whipping about behind it. The hatchling is, of course, white, but amazingly bright. Though its hide is made up of various different shades of white, they all blend together across the back, and up the limbs, making the natural shades the hatchlings body, creates a whiter than white its almost blue tinted. It is cute, though awkwardly proportioned. Huge paws lead to thoughts of it growing up to be large, and well proportioned, though it may not look it. <Desc'd by Saedoc>
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Leonart looks after G'din as he's gone from beside him, "Bugger, not many left." Eyes going back to watch the remaining hatchlings. Leo looks down with a blink, "I'm sorry Guevarall, no no I wasn't ignoring you I was looking for you of course."
Xanlei ohs!, "there's the last!" she claps her hands together excitedly. The hatching going by so fast, soon it will be over.
Airy Mists of Time Hatchling skids to a stop, sending a rush of sand towards several candidates. Backpedaling it turns and promptly head butts its chosen. The hatchling nearly shrieks, wings flickering since its leg aren't moving.
With a triumphant cry the Airy Mists of Time Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nobility of Air and Sea Nova Regaraku ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Darkest maroon colors his back scales, no 'light' relieves the darkness of his back. His belly is a pale creamy red in color in stark contrst to his back. His body is squat in shape. A smallish head, short stumpy neck and broad shoulders. His torso flows down from those shoulders straight back to a tail that is on the short side as well. Wings open revealing a similar color pattern as the rest of his body, dark on top and light on the bottom. The sails are deeper on him than on most other dragons, ending nearly at his hips instead of the bottom of the ribcage. Sapphire eyes scan the world as brick red talons flex against the ground.
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After a few moments the Fledgling Master leads the new pair off the sands.
All Too Normal White Hatchling stops, almost twisting around. A voice, where was that voice! Jumping forward, the hatchling kicks up sand to stop short. Head is lifted to nudge urgently, found you, finally.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the All Too Normal White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Entertaining Solar Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Golden orange shadowing covers this young dragon's body and it dances across the scales, displaying a playful cast to the full length of her hide. She has a refined head, bestowing a definite feminine touch to the orange beauty. Down her neck the orange deepens, only to suddenly lighten again in a pale peach ring about the neck before it nearly instantly darkens back into the deep golden orange once past this unique marking. Wings and sails stretch out from her back, delicate pale peach, so light in color they seem translucent and forshadowing the brilliance on the rest of her body. Her torso is blinding bright making it difficult not to notice the striking coloration contrasts, between peach and orange. The underside of her body is a near white from between her forelegs down to the tip of the tail and all along the belly between. Her upper tail is also lighter then the body, deepening into the richer orange as one's eyes run back up towards her haunches.
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Evenean is laughing softly at the one egg as it hatches, before she tilts a rather nervous glance at the few hatchlings remaining on the sands. She looks back toward one of the few remaining candidates, offering Xanlei a smile.
Whiter Than White Hatchling moves away from the shell, more like trying to dig its way across the Sands. There's safety in numbers but it seems its the last to hatch so the numbers are few. Hide Me! I want to be safe!
Miwyll ambles in from the Sandy Alcove.
Miwyll has arrived.
X'lei is clapping for the nova bonding when she looks down and gasps out, "Xabell.. no, of course not, I wouldn't let you wait!" She reaches down to hug the little dragon's neck and looks around, "we'll find food.."
In the Galleries, S'ym blinkblinks. Ok, that he was not expecting. "Well dont' see that to often." he hmms and then adds his voice to the congratulatory cheer and turns to look where that last might find its mate.
One of the very last searched, Gidion stands apart, still unsure why he's here but things are sure exciting and always in the mood for a new situation. Gidion glances towards the hatching eggs. Looking towards Leonart, "They are pre..." he pauses as a hatchling almost runs him down. Laughing, "Regaraku where have you been?" G'din laughs again, "In an egg, I like that one. Lets get you fed!"
Xabell has left.
X'lei moves closer to Xabell.
Evenean is clapping, loudly for first G'din and then for the now renamed X'lei as she looks around the sands. There's a half step or two on the sands, seemingly suddenly selfconscious.
In the Galleries, Anya's eyes widen for a moment. "Oh. Say, that looks distinctly solar-like." She's only slightly surprised.
N'ris blinks, looking up at Immoku and then to the sands. Immoku, well no one can call it anything but smug as she croons to her Solar daughter.
K'ndra walks over to X'lei and Xabell "If you will followme we can get you to the food."
Whiter Than White Hatchling wades through the Sands, which way is which. Someone help me. I'm going to get eatten. Pushing away the Sand as it moves away from one clump of Candidates creeling softly.
K'ndra meanders to the south.
K'ndra has left.
X'lei steps to the south.
X'lei has left.
K'ndra walks in from the Sandy Alcove.
K'ndra has arrived.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Whiter Than White Hatchling has found its mate at last, and at the moment of bonding color floods into its hide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Moonlit Beach Front Hatchling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Midnight ebony forms her hide, the darkness of a hidden sea as it crashes up along her body and decorates each scale in blackness. Her head is lengthy, very much so for a dragon and reminiscent of some sea creature in its shape. Brilliant Helidor colors her eyes, summer sunshine trapped in their glittering facets and glowing brighter in the darkness of her face. An oddly thick neck, somehow too heavy for her follows next, with its barely rounded ridges only rising a handsbreadth or more. Her shoulders are somewhat slabsided, not so rounded as most dragons although it should make her more graceful in flight, muscled just enough for her wings. Impressive indeed are those, rippling in ever subtly changing tones as whitecaps on the black water of moonlit ocean, their color shifting with her every slight move. Her legs are blue black, so dark as to appear fathomless to light and making the opalescence of her talons all the more startling as they reflect back a rainbow sheen of deep south sea pearl. Lastly, her tail completes her, still the darkness of black water and hidden depths across the hide there, with it longer than perhaps it should be but a perfect rudder to steer her in flight.
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Miwyll wanders to the south.
Miwyll has left.
In the Galleries, Oceama goes home.
In the Galleries, Oceama has left.
[Fledglings] Jo'can waves to all the new Fledglings
Evenean was just thinking that perhaps she might have been left when she's suddenly stumbling to a stop and laughing with a perfect giggle at her bond. "Hautariell. Yes. I agree with you. The moment is perfect."
In the Galleries, S'ym gasps as the last chooses. A person he even recognizes and for Evenean there is a loud cheer. "YEeeah!!!" and then just admiration for her new bond and to slump back in his seat as the adrenaline excitement of the hatching begins to ebb.
You move closer to Hautariell.
You move to the south.