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

[magnadearel]

Vosin and Killakeeth (W)

A second white was revealed. Not bad. It looked as though the second white was trying to calm the boy aggressive green. However, that green didn't look good. Was there no candidate suitable for her?


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Candidate Rinis (W)

She smiled as a second, but larger, white also attempted to calm her enraged green sibling. Yes, get the boys out of the way and things would work out alright. Feeling the white had things in hand, she moved back a little again. Just when she thought things would calm down, the green went white eyed. Oh no.

"Please, please don't go between. Stay with us! Find yours and stay." It would be just terrible if the green vanished, even if she'd killed that boy. Rinis thought hard at her to stay and find her rider. She looked over as another girl called for the girl candidates to support the green. Since it was pretty obvious the green wasn't meant for a boy, she nodded. While she'd been thinking of stepping back, she moved a little closer with Roana to give her support aswell.

Sinders Path

 

[Ruhane Chiisai]

Farensil had never heard more offensive words before. And she wasn't sure she had heard them. She stood, and she feared for the hatchling. She feared for all the hatchlings on the sands, with words like that. Even if the youth HAD left a gorey mess of one of the candidates; she hadn't known him, she thought, but she was sure he hadn't done anything to deserve it.

She stood from the zombie and looked over with knitted brows, turning to the elder dragon's suggestion that the green was interested in girls only, but...

She gave another small smile at the zombie. "When you're ready, then. We're waiting to meet you." she hummed, moving back towards the group.

Rather than trying to contribute to the dragon's mood, she moved past Henwas to pat his shoulder, a sympathetic motion in the nod of her head. "You shouldn't wish such things on anyone. The hatchling was upset... Come, let's see if we can get a stretcher and a blanket from medical for him."

BastetAmun

 

[ShinosBee]

D’mar & Strigonth

Slice. Offer. Slice. Offer. D’mar wasn’t sure when the monotonous act of slivering the meat had become all-encompassing. A firm nudge of Strigonth’s blue snout into his palm jarred him, and he watched as a fat bead of red welled up from his fingertip. Waste not, D’mar. The blue cooed before dragging a green-tinged tongue across the wound. His rider had lost enough already. At least this drop wasn’t really lost.

The sudden keening of a dragon made his head snap up—and oh how that hurt—but the blue huffed and once more demanded attention. It was not Marinel, nor Cedarian, not even Shahera. It doesn't matter.. His rider just nodded, eyes still unfocused. But Strigonth would fill him in later, no worries. It did matter, but to a dragon that had been ready to die from the moment he hatched...the idea of death was not a new one. And he would rather keep all his rider’s attention on him for now. More strain was not what he needed.

His sister, should she live, would bear watching.  

[Avid_RPer18]

H A I Z E A

Haizea had winced when the keening and crying began. She glanced in A'ral's direction, brows furrowing at seeing the tears streaming down his face. Her gaze drifted toward the weyrling table, seeing Banshee's distressing. By the stars, the feast was going to be a mixed bag afterward. After looking around her, she sighed, adjusting her hold to just take Laelia's hand into her own, for comfort, for support. They'd be okay. Though she had been lashing out, rounding on the boys, killing one, the woe and the uncertainty evident on the green set off alarm bells. Don't you dare, she thought. Yours surely is here. Find them. Don't you dare give up. One death is quite enough. Peeking around, she looked into the faces of the candidates around her, trying to see any sign of a made connection. Hopefully that comforting white would do the trick to help keep her around until the greens chosen stepped up.

smolderingskies

Because Haizea switched hand positions. UuU

 

[Ryala]

Turning away from Serfie when the keening started, Ryals's eyes widened as she realized what had happened. A candidate... dead? But surely the dragon hadn't known better. Hadn't they been told that, numerous times? The babies were exactly that... babies who didn't understand. But the loss was still felt.

A dragon's voice in her head encouraged her. Motivated her. The girl was already moving, though slowly so as not to spook or startle any hatchlings, when she heard Roana's voice.

As it was, Ryala was not fast enough. The green first dashed to the new, beautiful white who had hatched, and then turned to face the other female Candidates. Sighing, Ryala stopped, waiting to see what would happen next.  

[magnadearel]

Vosin and Killakeeth (W)

She's impressed Vosin. Killakeeth informed her rider. They would not loose this dragonet. Most likely. Vosin nodded as the news was relayed. Good on the girls who'd stepped up to try to help the green find her rider so they wouldn't loose her.


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Candidate Rinis (W)

Rinis smiled at the Scarlet's new rider. "Congrats." She drifted back now, no longer needed. Her eyes roamed slowly over the remaining dragons. Little Zombie still hadn't moved. She wondered if the green was alright or simply bidding her time. And Gargoyle? Was there a dragonet even in there? She shifted on her feet lightly. Now that she got a calm moment, she noted how hot her feet were feeling.  

[Meepfur]

Dezerac was furious, in a way that he hadn't been in a very long time, not since before he'd been Searched. There was a part of him the could have done more, would have done more than kick at her if he'd been able. If he'd been able to use both hands properly, he'd have used them to try to choke the life out of her until she let his dragon go. Because he finally had him, his perfect match, someone to love and be loved by, someone to fight for and with, someone to be better for and worthy of. And no one, no one was going to take him away! He'd had no chance of saving his brother from Thread, but he would save Vedmath from his own sister if he had to, however he had to. But even in rage and pain, he wasn't blind, and the moment the murderous green released Vedmath's throat, the man released her in turn, not that he would have been able to keep hold of her if he'd tried.

Oh, he hated her in those moments, as he'd hated only one other before, but with the threat to his bonded gone, there was no cause to try to do more than what he already had. Particularly when he and His were bleeding green and red all over the Sands. Dezerac had already used most of his reserves toughing his way over to the Healers the first time, and then all that was left and more fighting for Vedmath's life. For his life.

I knew you would not leave me, said the bronze swaying at his side, doing his part to keep him up with waves of love and support, and something to lean on. Gently, because each was as torn as the other. What a pair they were, and a fitting if frightful beginning. At the words of his white sister, Vedmath swung his head to glare balefully at her, a withering reply springing to his mind, but...could it be his fault? No, no, he'd known she would be a danger, and he had only tried to stop her before she'd started. But was it possible that he had made it worse? He didn't- he didn't know, and everything hurt. It was hard to know anything when everything hurt so much, pain from him and pain from his Dezerac all bleeding together.

Exhausted, he accepted the support from his brown brother with a wave of gratitude. Your help would be...much appreciated, brother.

For his part, the new bronzerider was somewhat less than enthusiastic about having to look to a complete stranger for help, but there was only so much that he could will his way through. And it was better, perhaps, to allow himself to be helped than to continue to overexert himself and collapse. He was still intent on not being carried off the Sands, if he could help it at all. And so he answered, only just managing to plow his way through the enunciation in a haze of lightheadedness, "Yes. I believe we do."

demon_pachabel

 

[Thaliawen]

“Tatterpixie”

There was a relief in that the green didn’t choose her, Jailla realized. She took a deep breath and backed closer to Phayton. She wrapped her arms around him. “I’ve never been so scared in my life,” she admitted. “Tonight, whether we Impress or not, let’s look at the stars together.”

Maybe with dragonets in toe.  

[demon_pachabel]

L'nik and Brown Hessianth

Hessianth nudged his head underneath Vedmath's, half moving to use his shoulder to help him to his feet. Everybody was walking off of the sands rather than being carried. He'd force Vedmath to walk if he had too - No, you will not. He will walk if he's able and I'm calling for a healer. L'nik stated. The brown didn't argue the point, at the very least. To Dezerac, L'nik offered a hand. "I can lend ya a shoulder and maybe to cut some meat if you need a minute while we get you two checked out by a healer," he stated, offering up his own shoulder in turn.

Only once everybody was settled with what support they needed did Hessianth start walking towards where he'd left his first meal only partially eaten in favor of rushing out to the aid of his brother. If his white sister thought this was acceptable, it wasn't. But it didn't meant their green sister had to between. There was no debt repaid with a life for a life. Maybe she'd need to let Vedmath chew on her wings and neck. Yeah.

No, she does not. L'nik reminded and Hessianth feigned innocence. He knew he'd been caught, but it wasn't like she'd ever know.

Meepfur

 

[Mewsings of An Angel]

Kieza

She felt it, a weight, a terrible painful weight. Oh the pain that fell her suddenly as a voice filled her mind. It wasn’t hers! Where! What? “Suwayeth! Suwayeth? Never!” Kieza’s normally calm voice was rising in volume, uncontrolled, pained. The girl found herself gripping her chest. “No!” A scream arched its way from the girl as she swayed a moment and then she was running, stumbling toward the most beautiful creature who called to her, only to her. She fell, her robes pulling and she rose, one knee bloody and immediately forgotten. I deserve death, Kiezamine, don’t you agree with everyone? I killed...

Kieza fell in front of the dragonet, pulling herself forward. She pulled the beautiful head into her lap and let out a long, inward sob as she held tight to Suwayeth. “Never! Never! They fault you! They stand on these sands and knooooow! They know what they sign up for! They dare! They dare judge you for being a dragon!” She held onto Suwayeth sobbing, her eyes pinning anyone who dared come close with vengeance on their face. The dragonet raised its head weakly and held Kieza’s attention in a rainbow gaze that was weak and tired. But it’s gaze faltered and the green closed its eyes, pressing close to the girl that it could. Kiezamine, your Suwayeth is so sorry, please don’t let me go... I don’t want to disappear. The girl held tighter to the green hatchling, hoping, hoping that someone would help! Help her! Her dragon! Her beautiful!  

[Shaddaling]

Waiver

G'ryl and Brown Sarcoth

After a entire bucket, with a pause to get their arm wrapped and clean, Yevalee slid down from their seat to check Gallath, running a hand over her belly to make sure it wasn't budging despite her interest in more food. I know beloved, I know, but gorging yourself does us no favors.

They stopped having not been focusing on the hatching, over the swamping waves of Gallath hunger, which had lesson, and she could have a bit more, They judged but first...

Yevalee took a few steps to G'ryl and set a slender hand on their shoulder. "Are you alright?" They questioned softly.

Gallath stopped trying to shove her head into the empty bucket hers had left unattended, wishing to lick it clean of tasty scraps. Sarcoth, are you alright? Is yours alright? She questioned, being able to focus less on food, delicious and she could use more, but her brother and his seemed upset.

[Tag to those at the Weyrling Table]  

[faesinger]

Shahera’s world became steps. Supported by Therianth she walked shakily away. Step. Step. It was one thing to say ‘let the world fall apart.’ It was a lot more difficult to actually do so. When Therianth paused, so did Shahera. She looked down surprised. Was that joy coming from Therianth? But a baby might between.

No Shaheramine. Suwayeth is still here. Therianth gave an excited wiggle. And she has found hers!

A smile drifted across Shahera’s face. Each step became more sure and her world broadened to encompass everything once again. By the time she reached the tables her cheer had become real once more. There were still undertones of grief and sadness. Someone had died. Dragons do not keen that way for no reason. Yet she still could not be unhappy on this day.

Coming to stand next to D’mar she reached for a knife and some meat. Between cutting small pieces off and giving them to Therianth she looked D’mar over. “You don’t look so good, Dolly.” Even if he had impressed, she would still call him by his nickname.

Strigonth, should your even be upright? Worry, concern, and a hint of mischief accompanied the question.

ShinosBee

 

[ChaosTheories]

Jagmund

Yes, the numbweed and the treatment he was getting was such a wonderful relief.... he just let himself be treated, not saying much more. Until the keening of green Zinath pierced the air.

There was... a death? More commotion, more sounds.

"Dragon... or... human?" He gasped, wanting to see if anyone or anything would answer him.