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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 11:54 am
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Migel
He nodded, looking back the many hatchlings swarming the sands. It was chaos, so many hatching and yet so few impressed, but there was little they could do about. At least the white survived.
"We're good." he said to Shahera, with a nod, when she came up beside them. "I believe Marinel is with Saimwen. He should keep him safe." he said when he saw her looking, guessing at who she was searching for. Their little party was only so large, after all. Speaking of.. His eyes shifted to the one next to her. "Serfie, I presume?" he said. He might not have been invited along last time, but he'd been ghosting around as he often did.
"Anyway, you." he said, looking back at Shahera. "Hurry up and impress already. I have a firelizard egg riding on this." he joked.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 11:55 am
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~Phayton~
Phayton waved as Miach headed for the edge of the sands, holding her little white. The dragonet's words echoed in his mind: My brothers. Help them. He didn't know how to, though, without putting himself in danger, and he knew he would get in trouble -- or worse, maimed -- if he did interfere. And he didn't know what he could do even if he did intervene somehow. Torn mentally, he trotted back across the sands to where he'd left Jailla.
"See, I'm back," he said as he hugged her. "And I didn't get hurt, just a little bit of ichor on me." He hugged her again, tightly, not wanting to let go. She looked petrified and upset; he probably shouldn't have left like that, but the white dragonet needed help!
But so did the two bronzes, locked in combat and apparently fighting to the death. He cast his gaze in their direction. He wanted to help, but how?
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 12:02 pm
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Farensil, dismissed from the travelling white, stayed along only to keep the hide as closed as she could for his path, until she was at last dismissed and started to return to the sands. She stopped, as she realized the bronzes were closer than they had been, before, and stifled a whimper, having no desire to be caught in the growing tangle of dragonet youths.
And then it came, a call for salvation that Farensil was not stupid enough to ignore! The father of the lot... er, Blundarth, yes? had called with an invitation to safety, and Farensil gave a resolute nod, moving towards the great beast. She gave a gentle curtsy when she got close, but wasted no time skittering under his wing's shadow to watch the rest of the proceedings, noting that the Zombie she had touched earlier had released from its shell the cutest little green tumbleweed she ever had seen!
And then, all at once, Farensil felt... so alone again. So cold. Her mind drifted back in time with the ache, to the first time she had known such a feeling. It took an effort to remind herself that such a time was long, long since past, and she had more family now than she could count. Still shaking off the lonely feeling, she gave a smile at the banshee. ~They're here, little one, they're here! You must be calm and look for them. They are somewhere, they just must be found. if they are not close, perhaps just a little farther a walk.~
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Masterharper Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 12:05 pm
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The Ghoul The Ghoul looked up at Oerlen, swallowing the robe and licking her maw. Was that so? Was that how it worked? She seemed to consider his words for a moment, before spotting another nearby. Crooning appreciatively, the plump little green gave his leg a lick...and then a little chew... before turning to the other that was speaking.
Yevalee was interesting. She sniffed and could smell blood -- how delicious -- and moved over to butt her head at the others legs. There was a shoe, and the green moved to delicately begin to eat it. Now this was good, in a chewy sort of way. A lot more flavor than the robe. And yet... It wasn't what she wanted, not really. The slipper would never satisfy the cravings in her belly, or in her heart. She was hungry. Ravenous. She wanted food, and she wanted food now. It was more than just the shoe. She wanted.... She wanted HERS.
Looking up, the green suddenly saw Yevalee for more than just a tasty shoe.
In fact, looking up, this green saw much, much more in the Candidate. Reaching out, the Ghoul find the one that would be theirs for now and for always. Actually, Yevaleemine, it is you who has a Hatchling. Did you know you smell delicious? Now, you heard what the man said, didn't you? Your Gallath is starving! I want to eat as much as I like, and I want to eat right now! I'll eat Seirath's leftovers, too. Waste not want not, right? Her eyes whirled rainbow, and she nuzzled Yevalee once more.
Her hunger, of course, did not abate. In fact, it only got worse. Where before Gallath had been sharing the feeling with all the Candidates nearby, it now surrounded Yevalee solely like a heavy cloak.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 12:08 pm
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~Ladellan~
Ok, at least the injured candidate was now being tended to. Looking around, Del noticed the crowd around the poor white, and caught the moment when he Impressed.
But the two bronzes were still thrashing about, each intent on taking down the other.
He considered trying to pull them apart, but had already seen what happened to those who had already tried. Besides, they'd all been warned not to...
But there was so much ichor...
Before he could consider the thought any further, Ladellan noticed a brown hatchling who seemed to be trying to keep everyone away from the quarreling pair. He'd already tried that himself, but it was still the best that he could now do. Therefore, after brushing the sand from the claw marks on his bleeding arm, he tore a strip of white from the hem of his white robe and tied it around the injury. Then, he shifted to stand between the candidates and the two bronzes once more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 12:27 pm
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Alya
This was even worse, with the babies tearing at each other! The little white dragon was a broken, crumpled heap, and Alya stifled a sob. Why was this happening? This wasn't the adventure she thought she wanted, fleeing from her home and the prospect of an arranged marriage and children she didn't want.... Was this what it was supposed to be like? Terror, heart ache, pain...
Maybe she wasn't cut out for this, Alya realized, staring blankly at the sands even with her forehead still resting lightly on Lennik's back. Maybe she should go home.
It was the sudden, alien voice in her head that had her start, lifting her red-rimmed eyes to stare at the huge bronze who was now on the Sands... He'd protect them? "I don't think I understand dragons at all." She almost wailed.
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Iathe
The girl nearly jumped a foot in the air when Roana's voice was in her ear, growling even as she stumbled back when tugged. "I couldn't just leave him there! One mauling is an accident, but this was deliberate!" Her eyes flashed, but before she could get too worked up, a roaring blue shot past knocked her flat on her face.
"Shards." She growled, pushing herself up and gingerly feeling her nose. Her own bruises were forgotten as she realized Roana had been slashed--shallowly, thank Farnath. "I'm sorry." She muttered, getting up with a wince and holding out a hand to help Roana up--only to freeze as the little white dragon was thoroughly mauled.
Iathe forgot to breathe, her eyes glued to the horribly wounded baby.... but then, Impression! Would the little white even survive? It was only then that she realized how many babies were strewn about now... and the sooner they got away from the brawling bronzes, the best.
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