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 Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 9:42 pm
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Vodex
It was hatching time as the pink haired man scrambled from his bunk and threw on the white robe that was neatly folded with few bits and pieces from. They were all slowly ushered out into the hatching grounds, some a little more blearily eyed than others. It wasn’t long before a few of the shells slowly started to crack, others bursting onto the sands with full attention on them. Vodex yawned as he tried to pay attention, despite his excitement with his first hatching he was rather sleepy still considering the hour. He was however surprised as the event slowly turned to a fight between golds and greens, not something he had expected. Still, it was rather a memorable so far, that was until more blood spilled across the sands, this time it was candidates.
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Midais
Early morning was pretty normal for Midais’s from living on the farm, it wasn’t uncommon for him and his family to wake up before the sun dared to even stretch across the sky. A few of the candidates slowly made their way across the sands as if still half awake as the soft blue eyes watched in amusement. This wasn’t his first hatching, and knowing his luck probably not his last. As the eggs started to hatch, his lips curved into a frown, the greens and queens were spatting with one another, something that he had seen quite often on the farm with littermates sometimes. It was best to let them handle it on their own as the large man stepped away trying to avoid being too close to any of the trouble.
What he hadn’t expected the egg near him to burst with such ferocity, before the red-haired man could grasp what was going on sharp teeth sank into his arm pulling, almost dragging him across the sand. A howl clung in his throat as he struggled to swallow it down as the brown finally let go turning his rage towards someone else leaving more victims in his wake as it seemed to threaten anyone else to get near. The ginger laid there, the hint of tears sliding down his cheek as he fought viciously to hold back any sort of noise to attract more attention to himself. Blood seeped into the sand as it eagerly soaked up the moisture giving an even deepening red that gave a stark contrast to the bright color that now stained the white robe. He forced himself up, still sitting as he clumsily tried to rip what was mostly clean into some sort of rag. Fuzziness started to show along the edge of his vision as he cursed under his breath, this wasn’t good.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 9:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 9:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 9:49 pm
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Immediately, the Blue and Black Rosette Egg exploded and a green dragon bugled in outrage. Just what the flying Faranth was going on here!? This is madness! She shrieked, her eyes whirling a bright red of outrage.
Leaping from the remains of her shell, the green dragon dove after her sister, attempting to lunge in front of her, prepared to take the full-assault of her sisters ire and outrage. Stop this insanity, SisterMine! Be still and conquer your temper lest you do more harm than good! Would you kill your own clutchmates by killing Theirs? Would you harm your own?!
The dragon kept her wings wide. Should her sister make another move, or lunge, she would pounce. Be done, or I will render unto you what you have sown! And if the green attempted to lunge at another, Blue and Black Rosette Green would be there to stop her. Unlike her golden sisters, she wouldn't use a command; she would use sheer force and this green meant business. If you must harm another, then you must go through me, for by my honor, I will not abide this chaos!
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The Bone Egg finally wriggled and shook, and with a loud crack, the beast within shrugged herself out of the egg. Yet another green! This time, the green snapped at those near it, and with a shrug of her wings, she immediately lunged forward. Her teeth were bared, and power dripped from her very being. She hissed loudly, shrieking with rage. If her sister had been upset about having her own Hatching shown up, this green was angry for something much, much worse. She couldn't even speak... But those around her felt red-hot rage coming from this green.
Someone done ******** up... But who?
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 10:00 pm
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Meztli—They/Them/He/Him
They had just a moment where time seemed to slow down, the green, claws flecking blood as she lined them up, eyes whorling redder than the Red Star, and with the same deadly intent... Her haunches bunched, making her green hide ripple and glitter like emeralds, her maw opened and her teeth flashed white as snow... They threw their hands up further, thinking to shield their neck and face...
But hatchlings couldn’t reach that high to begin with. Instead they felt a line of almost ice-cold sensation lash along their leg, up from the knee and inwards along the thigh. “Oh... why’d you go and do that...?” The pain surged in a moment later, as a gush of red splashed down into their sandal. Their vision swam—they must be more tired than they thought, they were so lightheaded now...
Almost lazily they stumbled back from the green, and slumped to their knees on the sands. The entire side of their lower robes was slowly blossoming red... that seemed bad. But they were tired... so tired. Maybe if they just... lay down for a moment...?
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 10:02 pm
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Try though she might, the Brown Paw Print green could not climb the Stands. A helpful little voice told her to try to flap her wings... and she did, she did try! But her wings, still wait and not strong enough to carry her, only... flopped. Creeling pitifully, the dragonet stared up with longing at the faces above.
DsharmiraMine, please come get your Zhaoruith! The dragonet was in clear and obvious distress. The ichor from before, that had not bothered her so much at the time, was sliding down her sides. Leaning up as high as she could, she tried to get up at least one step. But dragonets were not built to climb these Stands.
Please... please come get me. I am hungry and I hurt! And her sisters had been so mean to her, and in this moment, the dragonet just wanted the sympathy of the one person who would truly understand!
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 10:09 pm
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Candidate Aelyx : Western : She/Her
No sooner had they reassured each other than a brown hatchling decided to claw at him and bite her. The bite was nothing. She'd had worse from her home before this. and it was....easily tolerable. Taking a shaking breath, she simply touched his arm in reassurance as he moved her. And then there was a Green. Pain flared through her leg as the little one attacked, ripping at her leg and leaving Aelyx whimpering slightly, eyes closing. Faranth help her, she was afraid. This was like the hatching. That one. The fateful one. It was a fight to keep the emotions positive, to keep her mind from flashing back. Stay calm. Don't flash. "Are you ok?" Focus on him...Not your mind....
Someone asked if they needed help to the Healer...and all she could do was think. Did she...need the healer? Would she be okay? There was blood, but....it wasn't really enough to be terribly worried about, "I...Help would likely be wise...Though I'm not sure we're as bad off as that."
Candidate Wren : Western : He/Him
Well well. Looks like there was destruction to sow. Wren was careful to step back, watching the Hatchlings with a calm eye and letting them rage without a single thought to the negative. They'd every right to react as they pleased, after all. This was their day.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 10:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 10:27 pm
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The healers were watching the Sands like hawks, and Tristram was no exception. This was a moment he certainly could not stand back and watch. There was not one but two seemingly mortally injured Candidates all but bleeding out on the Sands, and shardit, he was a surgeon. "Veikel! Get your shaffing sorry head out of your a**, and help me!"
Not waiting to find out if Veikel actually would, Tristram made his way swiftly through the crowd, aided by the fact that everyone was moving out of the way of the dragonets, and bodily scooped up both Candidates. There was a slight strain, but he was a strong man, shaffit. He was not going to just let this happen with no effort made. He couldn't get them to the infirmary, but he could get them to the side, and he did have his kit strapped on.
It was time to prepare for field surgery.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 10:30 pm
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Nemo and Jacomus
"Quite a bit..." Jacomus watched the sands, frowning. "First a green, and then two golds." He'd never heard of such a thing, anywhere, happening. Sure there were twin sets of bronzes, of browns, brown and bronze, blue and green, but there was usually only ever one queen per clutch, if there was one. He fell silent, eyes wide as chaos broke out, and his grip on Casgar tightened. "Jaqoul.." Worry sang through him as he watched his sister, hoping on the first egg that nothing bad happened to her.
Nemo winced as he watched, too, eyes on the injured. The healers would surely be busy tonight... "Perhaps it was a bad sign that a green hatched first..."
I rather agree, Nemomine.. These children put the last Western clutch to shame with their rage. But such anger could yet be channeled into fighting Thread.
Tarnaria
Shards and shells and loaves of bread! Usually composed enough to not freak out, Tarnaria hurried out of the way of angry baby dragons, trying to not get any more injured than she had been during the last hatching. Her trajectory of dodging soon brought her into contact with Jaqoul, whom she spared a glance. "A lively bunch, aren't they?"
N'man of blue Fantoth
Despite the late hour, N'man had already been up, tending one of the kitchen staff that had burned themselves - a late night hunger had been to all their advantages. As it was, he only just arrived at the sands in time to see the blood and chaos amid the candidates. "Oh, shards!"
N'manmine, there's so much blood and ichor..
"Give me new news, Fantoth..." He hurried to the healer tables, already in a healer's headspace. "Who has the worst injuries so we can get them first?"
Correction, he saw their priorities. Rolling his sleeves up, the healer-turned-rider went to Papys and Meztli. "Cone on, to the tables with you both!" Would somebody yell st him? If they did, they could bugger off so they could be healed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 10:37 pm
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".. Don't move them!" Tristram cried. "Get me redwort and numbweed stat!" Whatever N'man had been doing before, he was now assisting in this surgery. Reaching into his kit, Tristram withdrew a bottle of redwort, cleansing first his hands, and then their wounds. Which... given their statuses, was going to be a trick. This needed to be done quickly, shardit, or someone was not going to make it.
"Here. Put pressure on that wound." But there was another wounded Candidate on the Sands... "Scratch that. Will someone pick up Rykin?" Shaffit, shaffit, there were too many for one man.
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