[Khamaith's Hatching] The Best of Life [Open]

[ShinosBee]

Finnisa—High Reaches—She/Her
Shards... just. Shards. Another green came bounding over, right into the fray... and Finnisa took another step back, melding into the throng, though her eyes didn't leave Oreune's prone form beneath the tangle of claws and wings. She'd be alright... right? Finnisa had already made the mistake of intervening once before with unimpressed dragonets (an egg counted, if you asked her!) and once bitten, twice shy and all. Her heart was racing in her chest, the edges of her firmly constructed calm trembling between her breaths when she caught a glimpse of red staining the white... But what could she do? Nothing, that was what.

She twisted her smarting hand into the side of her robes to stem whatever blood was flowing there, if any. She shifted on her feet, keeping ready to move if the spat headed towards her. "Oh, shells... I'm so sorry..." she mumbled under her breath, half to herself, half to Oreune. They weren't friends, not really... but they might have been. No, no, she chided herself even as she stepped back further from the growing crowd. Would be, not might have been. She'd just... she'd just have to make sure Oreune got more than ehr fair share of the wine after all this...!  

[Hattaki]

Etansi

There was an argument that was bubbling up within her, she wanted to tell Dystzha that she needed more than a couple breathes. That controlling emotions was important and didn't work as quickly as she was trying to force them to work. Etansi had learned these things and she wanted to help the girl, but fighting broke out nearby and suddenly Sivu was closer to her and the thought ran straight out of her head.

No time at all then. She stepped in front of all three of them and calmly watched the spectacle that was happening before her.

"Calm... everyone just needs calm. Calm down, calm down." Etansi whispered, half to Dystzha, half to herself, half to all the candidates being gored that were riling up the already upset and fighting babies. With no way to stop them herself all she could do was try and will it to be so. If she had not hing else she had her will and her own calm to try and help. "Just upsetting babies and making it worse."

Spockat

Prism Shine

XP

SilverLutz

 

[BastetAmun]

Dextelia-High Reaches-She/Her

Three dragonets had impressed and Dextelia had been really happy the little green was with hers. Letting her eyes move over the peacocking blues who seemed to be competing with one another for attention, she couldn't help but see the commotion as other candidates surged back and away from where a green and brown were getting into it. She knew it could get violent, but she didn't know the hatchlings would actively attack one another, would both of them be okay? Was it just the fact they needed theirs to help them understand things a bit better?

Whatever the case she hoped everyone in the center of that mess would be okay.  

[Zaikt]

[ candidate lyfrocier ] - he/him - western

Lyfrocier barely had time to react before the Brown leapt off his chest, flying into a rage against his sibling--and he couldn't have reacted fast enough if he'd wanted to. The combination of claws and the jump itself had knocked the wind out of him, leaving him gasping for air as he did his best to scramble backwards. He was slower to stand than he would have preferred by far, but given the circumstances at hand, it was better than nothing.
By the time he's backed away from the ensuing brawl, it was already well underway, and Lyf knew better than to dare interrupting them. The hatchlings would have to work it out on their own, and the Candidates could only try to stay out of their way until they were through.  

[Tsunake]

Serrekhar

"I'm gettin' stomped on!" Serrekhar hissed, but no, he wasn't dead! He didn't think the dragons were doing anything on purpose--though he did gasp as the Green Striped Pink unexpectedly dug her claws in a bit more. "Oi!" He wheezed: some girl was yelling her head off, and that wasn't doing a sharding thing. "Don't think that's--ow--helpin', here--"

Admittedly, he kind of wanted to yell too. Like, a lot. But that wasn't going to get the babies off of them any quicker. Just had to try and keep the vitals safe, and then retreat when the time was right.

"Josen--do you see her?" The yelling girl, he meant. Maybe he could drag her out.

demon_pachabel

UHH, MAYBE?

houllow

SHHHHHH BUT OW.

Mr Cheri

 

[houllow]

Oreune

"It doesn't matter who started it! Get off me!! Go stand somewhere else!" Oreune was pretty okay now that they weren't flailing around anymore, but now there was weight and another dragonet and uuuuggghghhhhhh hhhhhh this was pretty much exactly what she thought was going to happen to her when she stepped out. There was no amount of positive thinking in the world that could have changed her mind from basically leaping and bounding into a situation where she was mauled/injured/probably killed, and so here she was. At least there were others with her too in this mess, all likely getting raked and nabbed and Faranth, that poor healer who didn't like blood all that much was probably going to be crying when she somehow managed to limp over there.

Why had she even bothered? Was she supposed to be brave like the little green who was coming over and probably trying to help?? Oreune wasn't a coward but she also was pretty torn up and was clearly not a dragonet. And, again, none of these three were likely here for her so if they could just....shift over....and she could maybe go and get checked out? The nap before the feast was sounding so much better and better. "This really....really hurts. You're hurting me. It hurts."

They'd been told so many times in the lessons to just suck it up and not run or yell whenever dragonets did their thing, but what was a candidate to do when they were beneath dragonets and breathing was getting harder? Was she supposed to wait it out and hope for the best? Hope she and the others she could barely see would make it out okay? Whatever was going to happen thanks (or not thanks) to the intervention of the smaller green, Oreune just wanted up and free. She was hurting.

Mr Cheri

 

[Prism Shine]

Niviora - She/Her - Western

...Well then. Niviora’s gaze was drawn to the commotion, for it wasn’t near, but not quite far, either. The green’s talons flying and shredding, and then she herself flying after being springboarded off the brown. Certainly… dramatic, wasn’t she? A lot of candidates being torn and scraped in the process, too. “Well, humble pie tastes pretty good.” Ha.

She shrugged, keeping her gaze locked on the fighting to see if it might stray this way. Not like Niviora could exactly run or do much with her ankle. “Do me a favor and remember me as fondly as you can muster if that swings this way, mm?” A soft joke, because she never quite knew how Vimeran regarded her, and, well… All those claws and her unable to even walk wouldn’t exactly end well.

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Dystzha - She/Her - Western

Determined to stay focused on other things, Dystzha had been almost startled by the sudden launch of the angry green into the brown -- claws and ichor flying. She winced as the green suddenly flew, and there was red meeting green as it seeped into the grains of golden white. But as soon as other candidates were being taken down, the relaxed brown had launched back into the thick of things, and even a trembling green had approached too, oh. There’s the briefest of flashes, a ghost of a smile that never made it to her face, as the pair of dragons idly reminded her of some close dear ones to her. But fighting, and blood spilt on the sands kept her face neutral as her eyebrows pinched in concern.

SilverLutz

Hattaki

 

[Meepfur]

Nashwa and Gold Ilaorunth

Maybe it was the lack of defining 'moments' with eggs or hatchlings others had had, or maybe it was an abundance of practicality, but Nashwa had never fallen into fantasies of Impression. Oh, she wanted a dragon, would never have accepted or stayed in Candidacy otherwise, but she had always been one to keep her aspirations reasonable. She was a servant, born to servants, and proud to be so. Some might have balked at such a calling, but while it might not be glamorous, someone needed to keep things running smoothly behind the scenes. Her greatest ambition, which she had never shared with anyone, had been to one day become a Headwoman - in the far, far future, obviously, through decades of hard work and service. Search had put a pause on that, of course, but she'd been happy to throw herself into a new duty, a new purpose, and Western was an ideal place for her. As she'd answered Rahimar, she had no style when it came to dragons: they were all dragons, and if one wanted her one day, it wanted her. If not, she had a good life and good prospects to return to. While she admired the hatchlings, in their bright array of colors and vibrant displays of personality, the desperation to Impress wasn't there and never had been. It would have been a terrible thing to burden them with, anyway, hanging such feelings on these new lives. Unfair, at the very least.

And so, when the little Queen from the Gold Striped Egg made her way over, Nashwa assumed - albeit with pleasant surprise - that she did remember the promise she'd made her, and actually did intend to collect. She smiled as she drew nearer, and had just begun to dip into a curtsy, when the dragonet addressed her: addressed her as NashwaMine. Her posture wobbled as it hit home, and all the emotions of Impression flooded her, the love and the joy and everything that was Ilaorunth. Her Ilaorunth. But she completed the curtsy, and held out her hand as though to a dance partner. Because wasn't she? And hadn't she promised? "A promise is a promise." Her voice wavered, much as her posture had, and her cheeks were damp with tears, but she didn't hesitate. "Shall we have this dance then, darling?"

With a delighted trill, but ever-so delicately, Ilaorunth reared up on her hind legs to place her forepaws just so, so that she and Hers might finally dance. It only lasted a few moments, a few sways as Nashwa leaned in to press her head against her dragon's, but they were the most precious moments in the world.

...only to be interrupted by the telltale grumble of a stomach. Drat! She had waited all this time for this dance, and her stomach just had to interrupt. Nashwa laughed, and gently released Ilaorunth so that she could go back on all fours. "You need lunch, dearheart. We'll dance more after, as much as you want - and I'll even show you some of my best moves." She had been Searched from Courtesan Hall, after all, and happened to have an affinity for a dance not quite appropriate to the Hatching Sands. "Come on. This way."

Her companions on the Sands were not forgotten, however, and she would give both Amahno and Rahimar impulsive little pecks on their cheeks - a bit mischievous, perhaps, but otherwise wholly innocent. Nashwa would never, ever risk her most beloved. "Good luck, you two."

Ilaorunth, for her part, brushed against them with a flirty flick of her tail before prancing after Hers. I'm sorry we had to cut our dance short, I was having such fun! And I just know all the boys were watching.

Don't worry, they'll all be watching at the Feast, too, and we can dance all we want then. Then, and for the rest of forever. I promise.

demon_pachabel

Uta

 

[faesinger]

Allamor

Nodding at Bionden that he was fine for the moment, Allamor smiled at the Green Striped Pink green that was getting so distressed. “It is okay. Do you need help getting sorted?” He offered her a hand to help her get on her way to finding hers. “Or perhaps just a little time to rest and talk to your sister?” What ever the dragons needed was what he would give them. Well, besides anyone’s death…but they didn’t seem to want that. He turned to Zaexillia. “Can you walk? You should get to the healers as soon as you can.” That was the same thing he was planning on doing as soon as there wasn’t danger of spooking the dragons.

He glanced at Oreune in worry. She seemed to be bleeding too quickly.

Sweet Symmetry

magnadearel

Mr Cheri

houllow

 

[magnadearel]

Candidate Omurntas he/him - Western

Things were quickly getting out of hand. Candidates were down and the babies showed no signs of stopping yet. He wasn't sure if they counted themselves lucky that they were only collateral damage and not the object of the hatchling's ire. The healers would definitely be busy now. If needed he could help move them if the healers needed, which he doubted.

He nodded as a stealthy brown made a sudden appearance. Omurn couldn't recall seeing him, but he was glad the brown was able to get the green to move off the candidate.


Candidate Bionden she/her - Western

She was glad the bloodshed wasn't among her siblings. But the young woman Allamor had helped protect had taken some wounds. "Are you alright?" she asked Zaexillia. "Do you want to get to the healers?"

faesinger

Sweet Symmetry

 

[demon_pachabel]

Josen

"Well you're BREATHING, so that's SOMETHING," Josen answered, oddly thankful his buddy hadn't just kicked the bucket immediately for his efforts and taking in the sight of the trio of siblings with a sort of dazed look. With a deep breath, he sat up forcing his mind back into some sort of even keel.

The launched green looked on the rough side, and he again itched to step in - he was a Dragonhealer, shardit. With a careful assessment of his own condition (nothing looked broken, he didn't seem to be too bloody), he soon enough was up on his feet....

"Yeah, I see her, dude and I'm not exactly going to lift a baby dragon off of her," especially not an unimpressed one. Still, carefully, Josen got down on a knee to try and get a better look at everything going on. Was the Green Pink Striped Green alright or did it look worse than it was?

Another voice spoke up, however, and peering up another brown had emerged from behind the rest of the eggs. Ah. It looked like with the Green Pink Striped Green was at least well enough to walk - or sulk - off. Okay.

Tsunake

 

[houllow]

Veikel

They'd been jinxed and really, Veikel didn't even feel like holding on to the bet or joke or anything else. There were candidates beneath those claws, and he could hear screaming and yelling that sounded like it was getting quieter. He hoped it just felt like it was, not that whomever was down there (there had to have been more than one) were giving up and slowly dying on the sands. Veikel didn't want that anymore, not to continue to have kids dying before they even got a chance to live.

Thankfully more dragons were going over and the green was moving off, but not before getting in another good stomp to the prone figure that had been laying beneath. Tristram was out there, ready, and so he'd stay back here and get everything set. From the looks of it, two candidates? Badly injured, plus more who'd likely limp their way over. "Tris, get them in! I'll get everything ready!" Of course they weren't a two-man team, there were plenty of other healers, but Veikel just couldn't stand idle. Numbweed, even fellis depending - red , ahh. Focus, get it ready, get set. He had plenty of supplies for this.

Mr Cheri

Haveli

The yelling and screaming sent her stomach harsh.