It's Now The Monster Mash: The Spooky Clutch Hatching!

[stella cinere]

Things had snowballed, or maybe a sandball given the circumstances of where the candidates were standing. The Demon dragonlet had gone from taking in it’s audience to making its way to the candidates resulting in the first mauling of the hatching. It was brutal as if the dragonlet had full intention was to scar the boy before being faced with two other candidates who tried to save him. That however didn’t seem to stop the blood rage as the dragonlet moved on and other eggs slowly started to hatch some showing disapproval at the behavior while another tackled the bronze finally.

It took everything Apate had to sink his teeth deep into his lip as a smile threatened to pull at the edges of his lips and to crack out laughing. It wasn’t as if the man wished harmed on any of his fellow candidates but a part of him was rather amused how the entire fest was turning out into a bloody mess mixed with a side of chaos and mayhem. He shifted moving around the crowd with a rather unusual bounce in his step keeping his attention between the sharp teeth of the demon and his curiosity of the rest of the eggs. Now what other fun would there be?  

[Ruhane Chiisai]

Faren couldn't help a chuckle at the scene on the sands. Was that what having siblings should be? Shame, made her want one. Or two. Hmm... Kids might be a nice alternative, since siblings were a marked impossibility for her. "Perhaps the little green should be told that food tastes better shared, and find the person to share it with, hmm?" She shrugged and shifted which foot held her, below.

Her eyes shifted back to the goblin and she hummed, feeling bad for it to some degree, but also relieved that the dragonet's little game would not be putting claws through her own hide, today... yet.  

[Waiver]

G'ryl
When no one stepped forward to assist them, Sarcoth inhaled and leaned into the effort. He disliked hard work, and hauling dead weight was certainly that for a dragonet, but he wasn't going to let His hurt any longer than he already had. If none of the inferior choices recognized their greatness than it only spoke to their ignorance, not their faults.

Trudging along, Gavryl tried to get up once but his leg gave out and he fell heavily back into the sands with a cry of pain.

Then, after what seemed like hours, someone was at his side offering him something to lean on. The adrenaline of the night was starting to wear off but a deep need to survive had taken root and between Cedarian and Sarcoth, Gavryl was dragged up to his feet. One leg had several deep lacerations in the thigh and the other's ankle had been chomped on, making it excruciatingly difficult for Gavryl to walk.

But walk he did, leaning heavily on Cedarian, one aching step at time. “Nearby huh?” He croaked, the eyes with the blood in it swelling shut and his visible eye dull with pain.

His free hand had found his brown's head and was curled around it ever so gently and he smiled despite himself, “This is Sarcoth. He is the best one here.”

Sarcoth inclined his head briefly, sharp, intelligent gaze piercing Cedarian as he committed the other to memory. Your assistance has been noted. Few have the wisdom to support their superiors without command. Your kindness has been noted. The tone was formal but also tinged with earnest gratitude and relief.

”Masterharper”

 

[Mewsings of An Angel]

Kieza

Kieza watched the two dragonets as they stared at each other in a clear battle of wills, but when the Green slumped dismally to the sands, the girl felt her heart reach out to the small one - it was apparent that all the little green wanted to do was play, but now the feeling she was exuding was of defeat and sadness. Poor thing.... The girl’s eyes were torn then between watching the powerful Blue and watching another boisterous dragonet that was being maybe a little too playful.

Kieza had to wonder if there would be more blood spilled today....  

[Masterharper]

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Teiha

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R'mor & Junenth
Both R'mor and Junenth watched as Vimiath reached out to the girl. R'mor was tense. He didn't know what was going on.... But he did notice the queen lift a wing. Was she making amends? When Akaris reached out, he bit his tongue -- but would be ready to push the girl out of the way if Vimiath reacted poorly.

He glanced over at Nebbi, and took a step closer. If he had wings, they would be spread -- but as he did not, Junenth continued to oblige from the ledge above. Both rider and dragon were feeling particularly paternal. These were his people, his Candidates, his future riders, and he was not insensitive to their feelings. While High Reaches might be strict, he would not forget that those who fought and lived and gave their all for the Weyr were still people. They were allowed to feel, to cry, to fear. There was no shame in it, especially with such a rough start to what should be a glorious event.

Junenth, for his part, watched Vimiath cautiously where he was settled besides Zinath. There were fearful and worried Candidates, and the newest brownrider looked maimed. The bronze dragon was on edge. Still, he hummed, and he sent both Nebbi and Akaris his strong, unwavering support.  

[Waiver]

Ameliah and Sharath

Ameliah had been watching the Hatching with something between amusement and horror. A bronze was good luck, yes, but surely maiming two Candidates or more wasn't that lucky? She looked up at Sharath as the gold sat watching thoughtfully. “What do you think? Too bloody?”

The queen shook her head, rumbling as she shifted on her perch, Not too much, the second candidate was too stupid to move out of the way, it's his own fault. The bronze seems to have a purpose, however dark it might be. I would not intervene just yet... besides my children would kill, not maim, if they were so offended. The pride in her voice made Ameliah laugh.

More dragons hatched and she overheard another observer asked about bypassing candidates entirely. This intrigued her and she glanced over, “One's going for the foodbuckets already? I must have missed it... there's such chaos right now.” She smiled at Vosin.

”magnadearel”

 

[Smerdle]

"I pictured maulings for no reason, but not... that," Oer said under his breath, looking at the Demon. He turned away from the dragonet, eyeing Yevalee's arm instead. The green nearby got a smirk, but he was careful to keep his hands to himself. The potential severity of the candidate's wound discouraged him from possibly working up the hatchling further with a welcoming awoo, but only just.

"Are you all right for now?" he asked. "Can you stay on the sands?" Oerlen looked from Yevalee to Kambri, silently asking if either of them had anything more helpful to add. He was kind of at a loss.

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Shaddaling

 

[stella cinere]

The demon seemed to be contemplating it next move still as the blue vampire did its best to start corralling it siblings into some sort of semblance of control. The green that had hatched from the only egg Apate had shown any interest had been the vampire’s first victim as it pouted from it’s spot on the sand.

Now where was the fun in that? Apate thought shooting a rather disapproving look to the blue before heading to the outskirts of the crowd again.  

[Masterharper]

BastetAmun

Hattaki

Weyrlingmaster Liat & Orioth
Sarcoth has chosen His...but he is injured. Both of them are. Orioth reported dutifully.

"It's going to be one of those nights," she sighed to her Assistant. Honestly, a joyous event was turning into a nightmare. She didn't know whether it was Vimiath's distress, or the nightmare Touching. "Though I think you're right. We're going to be in for a long Turn with this group. Definitely spirited and in need of discipline." Thankfully, that's what Orioth and her were there for. Discipline, and ensuring these young ones would keep their lives.

She was grateful to Skylla, and her other assistants. "If you can check on the brown pair, Skylla; make sure that baby's looked over thoroughly, too. We don't need him succumbing to infection over what looks a light scratch." She offered the woman a grateful smile, before turning to welcome Amra and Seirath. "This way, please," she called out, beckoning them over. "I'm sure your green beauty is hungry. The others will join you soon, but for now, it looks like she gets first pick."  

[magnadearel]

Vosin and Killakeeth (W)

Well well well. A little white on the sands. It was pretty cute. Things had really picked up now. Only a couple of the dragons had chosen their riders. A voice from the opposite side of Killa, forced Vosin to drag her eyes away from the sands and the excitement there. She was surprised to find another gold sitting next to Killakeeth.

"Hello there." She took a quick look at the sands to identify the errant green. "That one there. It looks like that blue is putting her into line though." Welcome to our hatching. They are quite lively no? I don't think the candidates were quite prepared. The gold sounded amused.


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Candidate Rinis (W)

She felt a bit of sympathy for the little Goblin green as the Vampire blue forced her into submission and her sigh. At least she wasn't racing around trying to eat candidates. She took a look around to assess the dragons positions. And that one silly green who didn't yet appear to have a rider, yet was heading for the food. If she recalled, that egg had been the hungry one. She did her best to make sure she was out of the way of any dragonet.

Waiver

To Ameliah and Sharath

 

[Teiha]

Silviu (HR)

As several hatchlings made their appearances, Silviu straightened up. The need to be ready to get out of their way was enough to help him pay attention to them instead of his stomach. “I’ll be all right, now,” he said to Kieza. “Thank you.”

He stayed off to one side, letting his eyes travel over all the infants. They were all beautiful, if potentially dangerous. He wished he hadn’t been sick so he could have seen which ones had came from the eggs he’d touched!

”Mewsings of An Angel”

 

[ShinosBee]

Dolmar

Dolmar let the report of his injuries wash over him, jaw clenching weakly (more hurt) at what he heard. Concussion. Broken bones. Scars. He had never been, in his opinion, overly sensitive about his looks. He was refined, if not what most would typically call handsome. Too lean, and his strict attitude made him look severe. Still, there were benefits to being attractive. A good thing, he dully thought, that he'd paid some attention to the courtesans who'd taught him about makeup. First he'd have to see the extent of it all...it might be a fruitless effort.

The numbweed was a blessing from Faranth herself. Cool blankness swarmed over the bruning ache of his wounds, and gentle (unfelt) hands wiped away blood and sand to reveal...tatters. The upper half of his robe was more or less shredded, falling away to leave him bare-chested and pale beneath the sheen of sweat and blood. Most of the gashing was over his left half, and his shoulder and pectoral were a mess of raw muscle. Thankfully no pieces of bone poked out. Out of the bottom of his eye (moving his head hurt still) he could see the redness of it. And the form of someone else—Gavryl?—approaching. And green.

Green? What?

He blinked, head swimming as he turned without thinking to regard...someone...standing over him. Play? But...the hatching. He tried to focus, but it made the jumbled thoughts dip deeper into the lingering haze that filled his head. A little surge of energy did help to perk him up, flowing from...somewhere...But the request grated on his flayed nerves. Every day, it seemed like this got asked. Could they go to the beach? Could they go hunt for firelizard eggs? What about lessons? And work? They had a job to do, a goal. The hatching. "No time for that just now, Marinel," He mumbled absently, slumping back into the cloth support of the stretcher and pinching his eyes shut tight with a grimace. "The hatching's today. Best behavior...counting on you..." His right hand twitched up to—gently—pat the hatchling's leg. "Yours is waiting for you. We can play later."

He knew his twin would make him proud. His dragon would come eventually.

Waiver

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