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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:29 am
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Candidate Tarnaria
She couldn't help but giggle a bit, watching the brown dragon hatch. Oh, such a strong personality! And then his brother! She was delighted, and hoped the best for both. She sighed, though, going still, watching and waiting. Would one of them choose her? She spared a glance to the stands, to twin shocks of orange hair. It wouldn't be unusual if the brown chose her. It'd certainly turn heads, but... Actually, no, she wasn't sure she'd want a brown. Tarnaria wasn't so keen on turning heads like that. She didn't feel she had the personality for it. She was, outside of being a Candidate, a humble baker's daughter. Still, there were dreams, weren't there? Flights of fancy of the mind-
She had to put a halt on that before she started to daydream about bread dragons again. Her attention stayed on the blue, watching him flail about.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:30 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:35 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:37 am
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Kahbrohm
"Well now you've seen two," not that Kahbrohm thought anybody ever really got tired of seeing baby dragons, even those who had impressed had a way of coming back to see the new ones. Whether curiosity or to support a family member....Kahbrohm paused to look back to the stands to see if he could spot his father. Only for a moment before his attention was sharply back on the baby dragons roaming the sands.
Especially Starry Night Brown who seemed to have some beef with one of the other candidates."That one likely won't claw you unless you beg for it," Kahbrohm said, noting that the hatchling had bodied the other candidate, rather than opted for claws or teeth for whatever offense had been aimed his way.
Hmm.
But what would the blue do once he got his feet underneath him?
And then there was Lump of Coal, ready to go. Kahbrohm couldn't help but grin smugly at that absolute confidence the newly hatched bronze exuded. Now that was a dragon!
"I like it," not the color exactly, but that attitude. It was the same reason he'd liked that egg.
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Dorok
"There's a lot of dreams, not all are so simple," Dorok stated almost stiffly. Impression wouldn't be the be all, end all, of his dreams. Of what and who he wanted to - needed to - be. He eyed the newly hatched brown with a certain interest, trying to keep the eyes he could feel staring into him from collapsing all of his thoughts down upon whatever desire he could have for Starry Night.
"A fine dragon, that one," he said thoughtfully, resting his hands on his hips, turning his attention to Holly Blue now. Competitive one, that one. "That one has spirit. It'll be a fine dragon," if it wanted to win so badly, it would likely grow up to be the kind of dragon that pushed itself hard and try to last more than a half fall. Hmmmm.
As for who he'd touched, "I touched that one," he pointed to Striped Paper Egg, "That one," he pointed to Gingerbread...then hesitated, "and..." his lips twisted into a frown and he didn't motion to the last egg he'd had the opportunity to touch. The thought made his heart twist into a knot of ugly feelings - a monster. He had to be one.
And then Lump of Coal hatched - a bronze. Dorok couldn't look away. Perhaps out of some twisted sense of want for all the wrong reasons. But it wasn't something that would leave so easily, and not when he was there looking like everything he'd dreamed a dragon was supposed to be. Been told a dragon was supposed to be.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:39 am
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Candidate Rhys - He/Him - HR
Rhys couldn't help his awe. A brown, a Blue, and now a Bronze. Three handsome sons for the Golden Queen. His eyes had to fight flitting between all three, though the red in the eyes of the bronze had him curious. What on earth was the little one so angry about? He wished he could ease the burden of them, and yet...Well, they were independent, weren't they. The Riders needed them, and it was only slightly the other way 'round. He loved that Bronze, the beauty of his hide...
Alumet and Gold Zenobiath
Her first three from the egg, all sons. Her humming continued, steadily, and such love poured from the Gold. Look at them, all so handsome and perfect. They were everything she could have hoped for, and the clutch Mother shifted, tucking her tail back across her rear lets as a wing shifted. Even their small squabbles, she enjoyed to a degree. It reminded her of her own hatching, of her own brothers. They were wonderful.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:45 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:46 am
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Ilzerin - he/him
Ilzerin had expected nothing less than being snubbed, but it would have been remiss of him to not at least attempt to make amends. With that attempt made - and at least he didn't warrant a shove - he could move on. A blue was next to hatch, also quite fetching but terribly annoyed that he had not been first. He could understand the upset, and didn't begrudge the young dragon his display of temper. Ah, but then another egg hatched, and a fine, fine a bronze emerged. Why hello there, handsome.
He, luckily, was not right up front, and was spared being hit by any goo or shards, not that he would have objected. It was their day, and he was just here in case one happened to want him. Otherwise, he was a ready supply of calmly positive thoughts...and with the fine and now even shining specimens on display, positive thoughts were easy to come by, even if it did look like drama was brewing.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:46 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:57 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:58 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 11:59 am
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Haveli
"...ha. Haha." Of course the only egg she'd liked the spirit of would turn out to be a bronze. Of course it would be because hadn't it said she was completely unworthy? Yet another tic on that post, the one that had her staked on the sands. She'd been watching it all with a blank mind, wondering what would happen. A brown who didn't care for her, a blue who...blue'd, and now a bronze. At least Little Boy survived his shove with the brown who'd come over in a huff, and she resisted the urge to say or do anything more. He was fine, Mel was fine, and Haveli wasn't laying bleeding and hating on the Sands. For now.
Her stomach was starting to hurt, as did the old wounds at the back of her head and around her neck. The heat, was it making them throb or was it her efforts to ignore them that hurt? Either way her eyes turned from watching the bronze, from watching the brown and the blue. She could look at the sands and think nothing.
Her head hurt and she visibly winced.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 12:01 pm
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The Ding-Dong Bell Egg jerked violently once more, and this time, a crack began to appear in its shell.
Meanwhile, the Red & Green Striped Paper Egg suddenly began to twitch and wobble, and somewhere, at some point, the little Snowman Egg had fallen over to its side. It appeared to be shaking ever so swiftly but gently--or was it, perhaps, trembling instead? It was hard to say.
But what was quite clear was when the little Blue Ornament Egg's shell top popped off and went flying. A very small, very delicate green head was quick to follow, eyes whirling a bright blue. She gave a happy little trumpet, bright and cheerful, completely oblivious or unaware of the growing tension on the sands. Hello world! She was here, ready to help--at least once she freed herself from this enclosure.
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