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Author Topic: Closed Event Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event  (Read 2917 times)

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Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« on: May 28, 2017, 11:05:28 PM »

As the Hatching of Kalestath’s clutch had drawn closer and closer, O’sir’s thoughts had turned more and more toward worry. He didn’t think the weyr was in store for a repeat of Imyth’s last—after all, Kalestath’s eggs had always been healthy—but the one of hers the previous turn had been… bloody. None of the tiny Reds had hurt Candidates on purpose, thankfully, but the effects of their sharp teeth, claws, and wings had been the same even so. Candidates had still been injured, some seriously. And there was one in particular who had later died due to complications resulting from the wounds he’d sustained. That could happen again, as it had to Mharr. And no matter that O’sir might be well aware of those things, there was only so much he could do to protect them. Only so much he could interfere. He couldn’t actively get between any dangerous dragonets and his students; they all knew the risks and had accepted them by continuing to Stand.

But it still made him sick to his stomach.

There was no way for anyone to know whether or not Kalestath’s clutch would yield more of the Reds. But it would have been foolish not to consider the possibility. After all, Neisoth had caught Kalestath again—and O’sir had already suspected more Black dragons would result from that union. For there to be more Reds as well seemed highly likely.

He’d been hoping that at the very least the eggs wouldn’t hatch in the middle of the night again. That way, everyone in the weyr would be more aware, more awake, more ready to respond in the event that things took a turn for the disastrous. Yet it seemed that the first part of the nightmare was going to repeat, and create the potential for the rest of it too.

O’sir was in his weyr, getting ready for bed, when the familiar and tell-tale thrum rumbled from deep in Saibrasoth’s chest and into the stone beneath him. O’sir. It’s happening again…

Even his dragon felt a sickly sense of déjà vu.

“Please don’t let this be like the last one…”

But they were practiced at this. They knew what to do—what little they could do. So it was, rising to his feet, that Saibrasoth immediately projected a message to their students:  reaching out to all of them throughout the weyr. Kalestath’s clutch is hatching. It’s time to get to the Sands. Don’t forget your robes, and to send your flits away—

Bracing himself for the worst, O’sir had shot back a burning mouthful of nettlesap before approaching his dragon. The sinking feeling inside him only grew as Saibrasoth’s eyes—all excited green—took on a distinctive tinge of yellow fear. More Reds, O’sir… Three of them have already hatched.

Fuck.” As quickly as he could, the Candidate Master hoisted himself up onto his dragon sans riding straps and a saddle—there just wasn’t time for them. Not if all of this was going to happen so fast, just as it had before. The lurch as Saibrasoth took off from the ledge made him grit his teeth. Fearful as the Brown was, his launch was far rougher than normal, and he had to hold so tight to one of Saibrasoth’s neck ridges that his fingers ached.

He slid off of his dragon’s back and down his shoulder almost before Saibrasoth had fully landed, taking off as quick as he could to enter the Hatching Sands from the outside. At his back, the Brown peered into the space as much as he dared, not wanting to upset Kalestath, eyes whirling into an even sicklier yellow as he projected again to all of the Candidates. Hurry! Some of the eggs have already hatched. And be careful when you get here. There are more Reds…

As he entered the space, O’sir had to steady himself with one hand against the stone wall in the face of just how loudly the three Reds were projecting. They’d apparently burst from their eggs all in one go, despite their broken shells being nowhere near one another, with more of the eggs already actively rocking. And now that they were out, they were ready. Ready for what, the Candidate Master couldn’t say. To Impress, maybe. To be alive. To explore. And though their projections for now were wordless, the sheer exuberance and energy radiating from them was overwhelming. Even Kalestath seemed to be struggling with containing them. But none of them seemed distressed, afraid, or in danger of going Between. Just eager.

And they were so small, some barely the size of a fully grown Gold fire lizard—or even a big Bronze.

One of them stopped partway across the Sands, in the process of playfully chasing its two siblings, to stare at O’sir. Its eyes were shifting in shades of hunger, excitement, curiosity… For a moment, the two of them just regarded each other, though the Candidate Master could feel Saibrasoth tensing behind him. But though the little dragonet tilted its head inquiringly, it didn’t approach. Perhaps it could tell O’sir was already spoken for.

But a breath later, a group of Candidates spilled through the doorway from the interior of the weyr. All nervousness and dressed in their robes, flits mercifully absent just as Thief was—currently curled up with Grace near Tyrriath—they flooded through the entranceway and onto the sands.

“Careful!” But it was too late. The young dragons had already spotted them, trilling and chirping in excitement, and O’sir saw with sickening clarity the moment that the Reds launched themselves at the Candidates, all teeth and claws in their eagerness to be near. Even with Kalestath attempting to restrain them, their unimpressed state meant there was only so much she could do. Just as there was only so much he could do—and he saw some of the Canddiates go down, stumbling into one another if not taken down by the dragons directly, and the bright flash of blood.

That, and he could hear the sound of more eggshells cracking.

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The clutch is hatching! :shock: Which means it’s time for your Candidates to stumble onto the Sands—and don’t forget to wear the ceremonial robes and send any fire lizards away. As always, you can check your other characters in at the OOC thread.

As the Hatching progresses, we’ll also be tallying up the bets everyone made here. And once the first PC has Impressed, this post will be updated to link to the dragonet feeding thread.

For those intending to directly app weyrlings into this clutch, please wait to post your apps until after at least one dragon of your desired color has Impressed to an NPC. There will be plenty, so don’t worry! You can find the guide to our weyrling apps here.

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1 - Green 001 to NPC12 - Brown 001 to NPC23 - Blue 001 to NPC
2 - Zhouth to F'erro13 - Izelith to N'lyse24 - Blue 005 to NPC
3 - Green 004 to NPC14 - Green 006 to NPC25 - Weyteleth to Galve
4 - Findaeth to T'vil15 - Blue 006 to NPC26 - Masath to S'nis
5 - Nynath to T'rel16 - Ceryth to Araena27 - Blue 002 to NPC
6 - Red 004 to NPC17 - Quaoth to Ionei28 - Green 002 to NPC
7 - Bronze 003 to NPC18 - Dakrith to S'ric29 - Brown 002 to NPC
8 - Sayimith to Erieen19 - Brown 003 to NPC30 - Sinestath to T'ghen
9 - Blue 003 to NPC20 - Bronze 002 to NPC31 - Brown 004 to NPC
10 - Green 005 to NPC21 - Ooromoth to Q'ellan32 - Iqyth to L’ir
11 - Salnoth to P'run22 - Green 003 to NPC33 - Blue 004 to NPC
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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: May 28, 2017, 11:05:58 PM »
Erieen hadn’t exactly been asleep yet, but he had been dozing. Lying on one side facing the wall, he had both Lady and Escort curled up against his chest, a tangled mess of firelizard that was radiating warmth and comfort as they rested too. So near to yet another hatching, they could tell that their bonded was worried. Not anxious quite, since he’d lately been feeling a sense of resignation more than anything. But Erieen was not confident this clutch would hold his bondmate. If he ever had one in his future at all.

So it startled him when the distinctive voice of the Candidate Master’s dragon broke through his thoughts. And it took a moment longer to register what the Brown had even said. The clutch was hatching? Now? And why had Saibrasoth’s voice seemed to cut off mid-sentence?

Still, he rose on one elbow, and distantly saw the figures of the other Candidates in the room as they did the same. A few breaths later, the mystery behind Saibrasoth’s broken words became apparent:  some of the eggs had already hatched. Into more Reds.

How well everyone would remember what had happened last time.

But Erieen didn’t care. He wasn’t afraid. Maybe he should be; but if one of those little creatures could be saved from going Between by bonding to him, then Erieen wanted that. Greedily. Covetously.

So he moved quickly, despite the questioning chirps from both of his flits. Nearly springing off the bed, he flipped open the lid of his small trunk and slid on the ceremonial white robe. Smoothing it, he took a steadying breath and then ran a hand through his dark hair. Well. He wouldn’t be the most presentable thing, but it would have to do. There simply wasn’t time.

To Lady and Escort, he leaned down and stroked them lightly under their chins, voice soft. “I need you to stay here. Please. Like with the Touching. I’ll be okay.”

And then he was out the door.

Fortunately, and no doubt by design, the Candidate Barracks were not far from the Hatching Sands. Already, the quicker of his fellow students were streaming out into the hallway, some actively running to the Sands. though he took a more decorous approach, he was still walking quickly.

When they arrived, the Reds were not hard to spot. They were so bright, and so tiny that his breath caught. They were gorgeous.

And they were running right at the Candidates.

Some tried to get out of the way, inadvertently tripping both themselves and some of the others in their fear and nervousness. But Erieen himself didn’t move—he was more worried about one of the tiny dragons getting injured than any of the Candidates. How much damage could they really do? Some of them were barely flit sized—would they even get big enough to ride when they were fully grown? Did that even matter? If he had a dragon, then no, it wouldn’t. Because no matter what, he would never be alone again, and would never have to suffer the kind of insecurity that the Pass had brought people like him.

But disappointingly, none of the Reds went for him specifically. One of their trailing wing digits snagged along his leg, digging a shallow gash, but it barely registered in the reality of the fact that, if they were trying to get at who they were meant to Impress, it wasn’t him.

Hot blood was running down his calf into his right sandal, but all Erieen tasted in his mouth was disappointment, and guilt for feeling it.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: May 28, 2017, 11:06:09 PM »
Unlike so many of the others, Taeghen was calm. Almost serene. He had still been awake when the call went out from the Candidate Master’s dragon, and he had reacted the same way he did to anything urgent:  by moving quickly but being orderly. Clothes smoothed. Robe donned. Benden and Aivas ordered to stay where they were. Composure intact. Not that it ever was not.

He blatantly ignored the others in his assigned room in the barracks. Both Karou and Thiis were both far too… something. Young. Female. Petty. Frivolous. He let their conversations flow around him even at the best of times, a silent and sturdy rock, and did not contribute unless it was absolutely necessary. And as focused as he was now on what the future might hold this night, he simply didn’t have time to pay them any mind.

It pleased him that he was one of the first onto the Hatching Sands. There was a veritable flood behind him, as other Candidates hastily pulled on their robes and ran through the hallways. Tall as he was, Taeghen didn’t need to—his long legs carried him there quick enough, and he was soon stepping aside, out of the path of the doorway, so that he wouldn’t be in the way as others arrived.

As he watched the Reds, he almost couldn’t take them seriously. How small they were. Disappointingly so. The ex-Printer felt sure that none of these were for him. No, whatever he Impressed would be larger, capable of sustained flight, suitable for Mountain Wing. Taeghen simply couldn’t imagine his future working out any other way.

On his own, he might have been fast enough to dodge them. But another bleary, almost panicked Candidate stumbled into him, and Taeghen barely had time to hiss, “Watch what you’re doing,” before he was practically shoved into the path of one of the Reds.

It had launched itself at the group of Candidates milling around him like so many herdbeasts, and Taeghen caught the creature square in the chest. Reflexively, he brought his hands up to catch it—this might not be his dragon, but letting it injure itself would be imprudent—and for his trouble, he felt its back claws scrabble at him, cutting deep into his forearms even through the sleeves of the white robe, staining the fabric irrevocably with blood. For a moment, it was staring him straight in the face with its quickly whirling eyes. Then it trilled, cheerfully, and pushed off of him to jump back to the ground to inspect another one of the Candidates nearby.

“Red Star damn it.” Peeling back the sleeve on one arm, he winced. The cuts were deep, but did not seem to be imminently threatening. They were oozing blood, but it was not quick. Nor did it change with the beating of his heart, which seemed to indicate he was in no serious danger. But it hurt, and would probably need some sort of medical attention.

Even so, Taeghen would fight any Healer that presumed to pull him off the Sands before the clutch had finished hatching. If his dragon was indeed among those remaining eggs, he would not miss it.


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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: May 28, 2017, 11:06:21 PM »
Rinokan, on the other hand, had been asleep, and only rose slowly. It took some difficulty to drag himself out of the realm of sleep, but Scoria’s sharp bite on his ear was enough to shock him into full wakefulness even if Saibrasoth’s initial message hadn’t quite been. Swearing under his breath, he swatted at the Brown flit, who easily evaded the lazy swing and then hissed at him with clear intent. Get up.

And once he was a bit more aware, Rinokan understood why the fire lizard had been so insistent. Swearing again, this time a bit more heatedly, he swung his legs off the bed the same moment that he tossed his blankets aside. Hurriedly, he pulled on the rest of his clothes and then his robe. He might still not be able to officially Stand, but he was excited even so. There would be people Impressing tonight, and he’d get to see it all. Maybe it would prepare him for eventually Impressing too. And maybe there’d be more mutations. Wouldn’t that be interesting?

Part of him wondered if Droissa would Impress this time, but Rinokan shoved the thought aside as he stepped out of the room and followed the others down the hallway. Even if they did… they could still be friends, right?

So why did the idea of her Impressing when he could not seem so… bad?

When he arrived at the Sands, it was to cries from other Candidates as the Reds frolicked—bloodily—amid them. Rinokan hadn’t been present when the first members of their color had hatched, but he’d heard plenty of stories. And he’d stay away from those claws and teeth if possible, skirting around toward the back where those unable to actually Stand would be watching the proceedings.

Still, he looked around for Droissa, to see if she was among those that had already been injured. She probably didn’t need anyone to protect her, and would scoff at anyone that said so. But he’d rather not see her hurt if there was anything he could do about it.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: May 28, 2017, 11:23:45 PM »
It was nights like these where Ysveta was thankful that she lived for the night hours, and so, when Saibrasoth's voice echoed in her head, she was awake, ready and immediately full of nervous excitement. Ysveta couldn't pretend that she was calm. Wasn't going to bother hiding the nerves, and was secure enough in that knowledge, that the brisk walk at which she took to the hatching sands, after she had thrown her robe on, was appropriate to the moment.

She had followed Saibrasoth's instructions. With no flit to send away, and her robe laid out within grabbing distance, there wasn't anything she could have screwed up.

But as she took her steps into the hatching sands, she froze, trying to take stock of the situation and not be swept away with the sea of candidates that flooded in behind her. They were heading straight for the reds, which did not look any more careful that they had been the last time they had appeared on the sands.

If they weren't careful they were going to injure themselves, rip their wing sails to shreds. Ysveta thought as she watched how their claws and wing digits so easily tore through skin and flesh. If that's what they were doing to us, what could they do to each other?

Ysveta tried to remove herself from the crowd of panicked candidates, tried to get herself in a situation where she'd be able to gauge and respond to whatever the reds were doing. But she was slight, and it was hard to elbow her way through those who were already panicking.

They were so tiny. But as she saw the spots of blood staining the sand by her feet. She knew that it really didn't matter how big they were.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: May 29, 2017, 12:43:10 AM »
Oarlen spent the last fifteen minutes before lights out sitting on his bed with his legs crossed, hands on his knees as he chatted away (somewhat) quietly to the three flits huddled around the gleaming golden egg that had been placed oh so carefully in front of him. His hair dripped slightly from the recent bath, and his roomates, thankfully hadn't asked him to stop. It wasn't really much of a conversation, though Freckles was trilling and chirping back even as Canopy offered a loud mental push every so often that was probably a little too loud for his roomates to ignore as easily as his own chatter. If anyoen happened to listen in they might get snippets about the eggs on the sand, or the future gold firlelizard that was to come, or perhaps just a comment on one of the flitters who had bonded to Oarlen himself.

Nonsense really.

It was with surprise that the chitter ended abruptly with a soft humming from all three firelizards, and for a moment, Oarlen glanced over at Cabryn to see if her egg was shaking, because the gold one certainly was not.

Saibrasoth quickly remedied his confusion, and Oarlen stood up rather quickly at that, copping a firm scolding from Canopy for disturbing them before her humming resumed. "You guys have to stay. Look after the eggs." He urged, pressing an image of the golden firelizard egg and the paler companion that his roomate was looking after as well as a not-so-subtle reminder of Kalestath trying to eat a blue flitter that always seemed to help reinforce the idea of staying put.

Finding no argument, his bonded continuing their humming, Oarlen was quick to pull out his ceremonial robes, always prepared this close to the hatching despite his earlier confusion. "Time to find our partners!" He declared to anyone still in the room with him, pushing aside the negative thoughts that bubbled up and left his belly feeling like he needed to vomit.

His eagerness to not be late had him rushing out the door once he was fully dressed, pausing for only a moment as the hatching grounds came into site to brush down his robes nervously before darting forward with the rest of the candidates who had been quick to arrive.

He paused a moment to bow to Kalestath as he was wont to do, only aware that he should have been paying a little more attention to the tiny red balls of teeth and claws that had come barreling their way when O'sir's voice, garbled by the immense energy the three hatched reds were projecting sounded out.

Panicking, Oarlen quickly stepped aside, grunting as he rammed into Teaghan, having misjudged the horde of white robed candidates around him.

"Sorry!" He gasped, backing away quickly and attempting to sidestep out of the way of another candidate, eyes wide as he took in the sight of the tiny reds, only a little bit bigger than his firelizards, wreaking havoc as they greeted them with a cacophony of noise and pain.

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So I don't have him being hurt this post, but I don't mind if he ends up being mauled anyway. He's still amid the first group of candidates despite avoiding the initial hugs.
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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: May 29, 2017, 04:32:36 AM »
Cabryn was not a woman to sleep deeply or wake slowly, her kids had made sure of it. When she felt the rich, deep voice of the Candidate Master’s Brown, she was awake; no muddled confusion, no bleariness, just awake. But that didn’t mean she was calm. Eyes wide and heart beating faster by the second, she didn’t move for a bit while she really processed what Saibrasoth had said, before practically launching out of bed.

She spared a brief look to Oarlen and saw he was already getting his robes, before quickly moving for her own, folded as they were on a close shelf for this very reason. She had been late to one of her first hatchings, and given Cabryn wasn’t late for almost anything, it had filled her with enough annoyance to make sure it never happened again. She removed her night dress fast, arms folding on autopilot as her mind raced over everything that happened at Kalestath’s last clutch.

She already knew her robes were in perfect repair and were stain free, she’d just pulled them over her head when she felt the whoosh of air as Oarlen hurried out. Pulling her braids back into a ponytail, Cabryn took a minute to breath. Given it was so late and it was clear by the sound of Saibrasoth’s voice that it was starting out the same as late time, she needed to keep her head when she walked in.

Last time there was blood and she couldn’t do anything about it, this time if she could keep her head, she might be able to help, which would be for the best for her fellow candidates and the young dragonettes.

Tilting her head high, Cabryn set off with quick strides to the Hatching Sands. Although part of her still felt uneasy, replaying the last clutch again and again, there was a growing part of her that felt excitement. She tried to remain level headed and sensible about the odds of her impressing, but there was always bubbling hope in her stomach as she watched the babies hatch, and even when the first clutch she stood for turned bloody, it hadn’t really marred the experience. After all, why else would the dragons have claws.

Even before she saw them, she could hear and feel the Reds and the commotion they caused. Letting out an unladylike snort, she thought something she was sure she’d never say aloud, at least Kalestath’s clutches are never boring.

Her eyes quickly saw Oarlen and her heart fluttered a little until she saw he hadn’t been hurt. That would have upset her, almost everyone liked Oarlen, and had he been hurt while she’d been standing in her room having to remind herself to be an adult, she would have been angry with herself. She did note Taeghen’s bleeding arm, but given she didn’t think he liked her and she wasn’t sure the feeling wasn’t mutual, she decided not to bother.

She didn’t note the blood on Erieen until she was almost beside him, trying to make her way further onto the sands and away from the tangle of candidates at the entrance that would surely lead to more injuries. It didn’t look particularly bad, but she tapped him on the arm as she passed and nodded down to his leg, “you alright?”

Continuing on, she paused only for a moment to pull a couple of the younger candidates out of the horde, not quite physically of course, just enough to get their attention and move them out of the way and onto their proper place on the sands. The Red’s were enthusiastically greeting any of the candidates they thought were theirs, no need to stand in the way and make everything difficult for any other coloured dragons that might be next to hatch.



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Feel free to have Cabryn grab your character in your post if ya like, otherwise she'll just bother the NPC's.
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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: May 29, 2017, 06:51:19 AM »
"Go to B'nyn, Willa." It was the first thing out of Syrena's mouth when she's roused, simply because it was important. Every time there was a Hatching now, that was the rule. It was almost automatic, regardless of the fact that it was the middle of the night this time. That had happened before, and once the little green was gone, Syrena stretched and pressed her eyes firmly shut, then opened them.

Another Hatching. Another dash of hope, fear, possible disappointment and possible elation --

She had a promise to keep, and she pulled herself out of bed and readied quickly, sweeping her hair up into a tight braid and following the others out onto the Sands. Instantly she looked for more familiar faces, not that there was anyone she didn't know -- but just as instantly was distracted by Taeghen's dragon-catch and injury.

"Oh," Syrena said from nearby, "I guess that wasn't -- I mean, are you -- you're all right?" She may have been a Candidate for a long time, but she had instincts like a Healer's still. Taeghen was old enough and smart enough to know how to put pressure on the wound, so she didn't need to fuss (especially not over someone who she'd been around long enough at least vaguely to know he didn't want the fuss) but instinctively stayed nearby, just in case. Watching the reds. The terrifying bright little creatures that seemed so oddly suited to the strange place they now called home.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: May 29, 2017, 06:58:35 AM »
Karou had not been on the Sands at Kalestath’s last hatching but even from the stands she had seen what a chaotic mess it had been with the new red dragons. She’d been in the Healer Hall in the days following, helping to tend to those who’d been injured. It hadn’t been good. So when Saibrasoth’s call came to them as she was snuggled beneath her furs, she shot up with a squeek, her eyes immediately going to Thiis.
 
She’d learned in her short time in the Barracks not to look at Teaghan for anything. The man all but ignored her, coming and going from the room as if he couldn’t even see them. Oh how she’d tried when she’d first been assigned here, tried to talk to him and make friends but he hadn’t budged. And while the interactions had never been as awkward as with Searic, it had yielded no better responses.
 
Karou made sure her other roommates were up and moving, slipping out of the bed and hurrying to find her robes. “It’s happening! It’s happening! C’mon let’s go!” Belior and Timor curled on her bed together, thrumming the Hatching song in unison. She paused, robes half pulled over her head, when the announcement that some of the dragons had already hatched went out.
 
“Hurry! We’re going to miss it!” She called to those still lingering in the rooms and she raced to the door, barely getting the robes on as she exited into the common area. She didn’t have time to redo her braids, so loose strands flew in her face as she ran without thought to decorum and calmness. But she didn’t think the baby dragons would care about a little bit of messy hair. Thing were happening and she was not there! At least she wasn’t skipping. Yet.
 
She seemed to be vibrating and brimming with just as much excitement as the baby reds who milled about the sands. Already there were Candidates who had their white robes spotted with blood. Karou squeeze through the crowd of robes, trying to get closer, trying to get a better look, everyone seemed to tower over her. She didn’t like crowds, she wanted to be out in the open.
 
Cabryn caught her attention, ushering her to a less crowded area of the sands and she beamed at the woman in thanks. As she watched, Karou couldn’t stand still, shifting her weight from foot to foot, both wanting the reds to pay attention to her and at the same time scared of their claws and teeth.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #9 on: May 29, 2017, 07:42:22 AM »
Colvin was very much not asleep when O’sir’s dragon called out to the Candidates. He wasn’t even in his room. Thankfully he was merely in the common area, still sitting at one of the desks with his instrument and Vic asleep in his lap. He hadn’t been sleeping much lately but that was nothing new. Restless energy kept him in a constant state of discontented awakeness.
 
Kalestath’s clutch is hatching. It’s time to get to the Sands. Don’t forget your robes, and to send your flits away--
 
Cole rolled his eyes. Faranth, the brown was even worse than O’sir. “Yes, mother.” He muttered to himself as he poked Vic. “Get up little rat, wanna come with? I’m sure Kalestath would love a midnight snack.” He teased the blue flit as Vic woke with a start and trilled indignantly and immediately went between to find Terra and V. He wasn’t interested at all in becoming a meal. Cole chuckled and stood slowly, stretching.
 
Even as Candidates began streaming out of the barracks in a panic and in states of half dress, he didn’t seem to care about the urgency. He smirked and smacked Zondesh’s ass as his roommate hurried by. “Go get’em killer,” he said.
 
Hurry! Some of the egs have already hatched. And be careful when you get here. There are more Reds…
 
“What a shock…” Cole muttered sarcastically as he found his robes and pulled them on. It wasn’t a shock. Everyone expected more blacks and reds. At least anyone who was smart should know that more were coming, this was obviously not a fluke despite what a good majority of Jungle wished. He walked to the sands, both managing to set a quick pace and at the same time seem to be sauntering slowly as if he had no important place to be.
 
Damage had already been done by the time he got there, Candidate’s bleeding, bumping into each other, scrambling around, red dragons scurrying about. Just another glorious night time Hatching! He took quick stock of who was injured, who was not. Oarlen wasn’t. Erieen was. Cabryn was doing her thing, herding the younger kids like a pro. O’sir looked physically ill.
 
He stalked up to Erieen, throwing an arm around his shoulder and pressing into the man’s personal space. Wordlessly he pressed close enough that his leg pressed against Erieen’s calf, intentional pressure to help stop the bleeding. It meant his own robes soaked up some of the blood but it didn’t matter.
 
“Wow, you really can’t keep anyone off you can you? Gonna charge the dragons for jumping you too? If only you could get an egg that way too.” He drawled with a wink. He didn’t linger long enough to let Erieen get to angry at him, or to draw O’sir’s attention.


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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #10 on: May 29, 2017, 07:44:22 AM »
Isalia was just getting ready to go to bed when she heard the call. She looked at Lil and Lazy "Lil keep him here please" The gold nodded her head as she watched Isalia get on her robes. As she was almost out the door she was grabbed by Cabryn. She laughed and was pulled along. "Okay okay I'm coming."

She ran to the sands to see the three reds playing and almost stopped in her tracks. She was a bit apprehensive of the reds they scared her. Last time she was here one almost got her and she was sure that would happen again. She stood as far away from the reds as possible and watched them. They where as big is Lil and she knew that her gold would get a kick out of them but she did not want to impress one of them.

She watched the rest of the eggs to see if they would hatch and what the colors would be. She keep calm though because calm was what she had learned over the past turn on the sands. She stood away from those that where scared and if your scared you will get hurt. Calm is what you needed to be around a baby dragon. She would be calm.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #11 on: May 29, 2017, 08:25:31 AM »
Who didn't appreciate some quality time in the baths? Laimora was submerged up to her nose, exhaling as to idly blow bubbles for her own amusement. The tension in her muscles was easing. For some reason, despite the relative peace and solitude of the small pool, her mind could not settle. There was this… thing... this little niggle.

Thalia had been fed, bathed and oiled, so as to ease the discomfort of growing into her hide. She was still small and petite, but grew only more beautiful each passing day. Daraneth was watching her from his ledge, curled up as she was on his pillow. So the fear of her being injured was not the issue.

Duties... duties… they had been done. She had eaten. And the nets were all folded away. Lamey closed her eyes and stood up slightly, going through the mental checklist. Had her mother set her a special errand? Was it a sibling thing maybe? Good grief.

Stop torturing yourself. Oh, and hurry back. The Hatching has begun.

“What?!” Surprise coloured her voice as she stood up straight, stark naked. A few of the other women present glanced up, eyeing her warily (as anyone would in the presence of a lady who had conversations with herself). “The Hatching has started! Go, go!” Laimora ushered them out, though they were too caught off-guard to protest her wild, enthusiastic gestures.

The Bluerider scrambled for her clothes, buttoning her shirt as she strode from the baths. Thalia sleeps. I dare not upset our Queen.

Wise. Shame you can't tuck her in.

That's what you think.

If I come back to ripped furs I will be less than impressed. She could hear his tinklimg laughter, like provocation, in the back of her mind- and she too could not suppress a snort. Impress. Haha.

She met the sparkly blue dragon there, and with his assistance the bluepair selected a seat higher up and slightly further away. My Queen. May this clutch be as beautiful and as healthy as you. Smoothly done, though Daraneth had nothing but the utmost respect and admiration for Kalestath.

There were already three Red dragons, eagerly scrambling around in search of humans. Or food. Or both, maybe… Mora leaned forwards to admire them better. Why, they were ever so pretty. And oooh, look- there was that eager Colvin fellow too. Maybe he was fated to Impress one of those enthusiastic creatures? He certainly didn't shy away from attaching himself to others.
 
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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #12 on: May 29, 2017, 08:26:03 AM »
Droissa had never adjusted to the habit of a normal sleep routine. She wore dark circles like badges of honor and most late evenings found her reviewing classroom notes or copying her own thoughts onto a tablet. She had a collection of her own writing, much of it about dolphineering, but gradually the subjects had turned toward dragons. Yes, dolphins had their uses and dominated a part of the world that the Pernese had never really penetrated. Dolphins couldn’t fly, though. They couldn’t think of a destination and then be there just as easily. For a long time Droissa told herself she wanted to Impress just to find dolphins, but that desire had evolved, too. She wanted to Impress to feel as though she finally belonged to something, to some cause. She wanted to Impress so that one day she might be trusted to visit the destroyed world and submerge herself in the physical history of Pern.

Also dragonriders were some of the coolest people she knew.
 
The hour found her toiling over a bit of wax, painstakingly carving each word into it and then brushing away the excess to be recycled for more tablets. The material was just pliable enough to make the endeavor possible but even still she had to run it through her hands a few times every now and then to keep it as such. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a more permanent solution than chalk and slate.
 
She was interrupted by the sound of dragons, both outside and then in her mind. Saibrasoth’s instructions were met with some irritation- Droissa knew the rules, but the way he cut off the connection suggested something was abnormal.
 
“Wander,” she addressed her newly acquired Bronze flit, “You have to stay again.” The firelizard grumbled his dislike of being separate from her, but he was obedient.
 
Droissa shrugged on her robes and attempted to tame her mass of curls, pulling it all back away from her face. She looked a little more respectable and hopefully it’d keep her a little less sweaty. She was not rushing until she heard O’sir’s Brown once more. Reds had already hatched? The girl began to move a little faster and then headed out of the barracks, not quite in a full run like some but she was not leisurely, either.
 
Droissa had only been to one other hatching and never before had she even desired to watch one from the stands. She had missed the bloodbath of Kalestath’s first Red weyrlings but certainly she’d heard the stories time and again. O’sir had done his best to prepare them for future scenarios and she knew that if she ran full tilt onto the sands, it’d only propel the hyper dragonlings into more of a frenzy. With the hatching grounds in sight, she made a point to let some semblance of calm wash over her character before she joined her fellow candidates.
 
The cool mask kept her from blanching at the sight of blood and as she edged around the main group that had gotten caught in the fray, she saw Rinokan. He looked okay, she wasn’t sure why that was so important. She wanted to go to him, to pull him away from the edge of the sands and onto the heat of them, but that wasn’t her place. This event was one with very firm traditions and if she didn’t obey them, she’d be as easily cast out.
 
Droissa turned from him and let her attention focus on the rioting Reds. They were fascinating and horrifying, and as small as they were it was so tempting to just walk forward and pluck one up like it was a firelizard so easily swayed.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #13 on: May 29, 2017, 09:48:31 AM »
Sleep found Saviavi easily these days. Despite being a mother she had never really experienced motherhood, relying instead on the creche to raise her two children. The creche, however, did not accept firelizards however much she had pleaded. The four flits were a handful, and forever demanding her attention any time she had a moment free. Russet, her Bronze, would’ve been a good, solo companion, but even his easygoing nature got egged on by the smaller three. Savi was sleeping when the clutch began to hatch and it was only the voice of Saibrasoth that brought her around.
 
The first thing she was aware of was Calladren, whom she had nestled around, and blearily she touched his shoulder to see if he had heard the same thing she had, that it wasn’t just a dream. “The eggs?”
 
The firelizards were in an excited frenzy. They hadn’t heard dragons hum like the entire Weyr was now. If she had any remaining doubts in her mind about what was happening, they swiftly disappeared. Her Blues, Stitch and Dart, disappeared with impatience so they could go investigate themselves. Russet, to his credit, seemed to care more that his own sleep had been disturbed and so with Savi’s reassurance he was quick to settle back down. Pip, however, flung herself onto the girl’s shoulder and seemed determined to remain there.
 
Saviavi hadn’t quite realized, stumbling as she was now to get her clothes in order and robe fastened. The clutch was already hatching and she did not want to miss out on this opportunity. These last few months had been much self discovery and maturity and Saviavi had convinced herself that she’d done everything right, there wasn’t any reason she shouldn’t Impress. “Hurry, Cal,” she took off at a run.
 
Halfway to the grounds she realized she still had a carry-on. With all of the mental strength she could summon, Saviavi stressed to her Green (and, too, to the Blues that were listening) that they couldn’t follow. They had to stay back, she didn’t want to see them eaten even if they were some of the most rotten firelizards she’d ever met. Pip was reluctant but seemed to listen. Saviavi suggested, perhaps, that the Green could sneak a snack from the kitchens as the staff was probably on their way to the sands, too.
 
She didn’t wait to see what became of Calladren but instead pushed herself headlong into the group already spilling onto the grounds. Every warning O’sir had given them about how to act around Red dragonets disappeared and she found herself in that fray. Her robes, so pristinely kept over the Turns she’d been a candidate, were suddenly soiled with droplets of blood. Whose blood, she wasn’t entirely sure, but looking down she realized some of it was her own. Either a talon or a tooth had caught her left arm and ripped a gash down it, not so deep that it’d be a problem (assuming, of course, that she had it disinfected soon), but enough to distract her further from the goings on of the sand. She used her torn sleeve to wrap it in a temporary bandage and wondered how badly it’d scar.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #14 on: May 29, 2017, 10:33:03 AM »
A warm brown voice in her head had Lokin's eyes blinking awake. Beside her, humming, were her two flits. The gold and brown's eyes swirled with green and yellow, excitment and a bit of fear. She pulled herself out of bed, seeing that she was a bit late on the uptake. She was quick to change into her robes, the white cloth hopefully looking good on her. She hardly ever wore lighter colors.

"Stay. Both of you."

The two flits didn't seem to care much and stayed on the bed, wrapped around eachother. She rolled her eyes and started out, being drawn along by the rest of the candidates. She knew where to go, but she was already feeling overwhelmed. Was this the day?

She was slower to get to the sands, and saw the first three candidates get mauled by the small, but obviously excited reds. She skirted past them, looking at the rest of the eggs. Now she could think. The blond hadn't realized until this very moment that she'd always wanted a dragon, and that she'd stick around until she aged out. The excitement, the hope, and even as she looked at the people around her, the fear, was something to behold.

She stopped just shy of the rest of the eggs, staring at them. Three reds had already hatched. Three beautiful creatures, but small. She could have sworn they were bigger than that, but apparently not. Her blue eyes searched the eggs around her, hoping that her bonded would be there.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #15 on: May 29, 2017, 10:43:50 AM »
Desh had been quietly counting the days until those eggs were to hatch. He may play the 'don't care' card often, but he did. So it was no surprise to him when he was woken up by a familiar brown dragon's voice. Or the fact that there were three red's hatched and on the sands. The new colors were here to stay and were not a fluke. He glanced at Starling as he sat up. The bronze was humming, but seemed content to stay put. Desh could hear Cole speaking to Vic. That was cruel, but the flit knew it was in jest. No doubt Colvin was in as much stress as Desh himself. He pulled himself out of bed.

He attempted to fix his hair as he made his way to the chest holding his robes. He'd had them for way to long already. Would today change that? Not likely. He glanced at Cole as his ass got smacked on his way back to his bed to make sure Starling knew to stay put. He wasn't about to loose his long time bonded to an angry queen.

"Ladies first."

Desh motioned to Cole before making his own way into the crowed. He moved quickly, and economically. There was no fear as he made his way to the sands. The first three were already hurt. Erieen was hurt, but Cole seemed to be first to fix him, so Desh looked at the rest. It seemed everyone was ok, if bleeding a bit, and everyone looked rumpled from sleep.

O'sir looked worse for wear, and he caught sight of a blue rider above, followed by others, all quickly coming to see the hatching. HIs gaze turned from the people watching to the eggs. He saw one of the girls get closer to the eggs, but not to close. Instinctively, it seemed, not wanting to get hurt from shattering eggs. Desh himself eyed the candidates as they tumbled in. Good turnout. No dragons would go between tonight unless really ill. There was no smile as he moved to the back of the crowd. Let the reds choose their bondeds first, maybe one of those fancy blacks would decided, finally, that he was worth the time. Desh pushed darker thoughts back, focusing, instead, on what was before him. Hatching, and keeping track of people. He could see healers making their way into the crowd, pulling those who would leave willingly off the sands. Or at least trying. No one wanted to leave. Not yet.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #16 on: May 29, 2017, 11:41:26 AM »
Calladren was roused by the slender woman next to him. Him and Saviavi had been a regular thing, as of late, and he was not one to complain about it. This evening had been fantastic and tiresome, so he was ready to doze off for the night. However, something else was occurring. He had barely comprehended Saviavi's question when he was bespoke, like the rest of the Candidates, by the Candidate Master's brown dragon.

Not having the time to admire Saviavi's form when she rose from bed, Calladren propelled himself from her cot and ran headlong into his cavern. Erieen was already up and moving for the exit. As rapidly as he could, Calladren donned the white robe that he kept ever so neatly pressed and folded. With a firm order to his blue flit to stay with Saviavi's 'lizards, Calladren ran off after the girl. "I'm here, I'm here," he responded to her urging. They were both all but sprinting down the corridors to the Hatching Sands.

Calladren slid to a halt when he entered the oven-like cavern, the warm sands under his feet spraying out. Three reds had already hatched. He watched, from the group of Candidates, as the three, brightly colored hatchlings spotted the group and charged at them happily. The three slammed into the group, unaware of the damage that they could and did cause.

Searing pain ruptured across Calladren's chest. With a hiss, he looked down. His white robe was torn and started to get stained with a bright red liquid. "B-blood...," the Candidate whispered to himself. Three long gouges had been cut into his chest, most likely from a dragonet's clawed foot. They were not deep but they stung like a spinner's bite.

When some of the other's noticed that he had been wounded, they immediately tried to treat him. With the most guttural sound that he had ever made, Calladren growled at them and batted their hands away. "I. Am. Fine," he snarled at the helpful hands. In truth, he knew that he needed to be treated, but he refused to let a wound like this prevent him from Impressing. Shards, this hurts. I know they didn't mean to, but owwww...., he admitted to himself.

He looked down at the sands that were starting to get stained red. It was definitely from more than just his blood, he realized as he looked about. The three red dragonets had caused some moderate damage to the group. Unwilling to be trapped in the bunch, Calladren made his way to the edge and separated himself from the rest of the Candidates. Though he kept the location of the red hatchlings in mind, he resolutely locked his eyes on Kalestath's golden form. With a deep bow to her and her bonded, and a salute to the Weyrleader, he focused on the remaining eggs, especially the mottled red one in the back. Oh, how I hope you'll be mine...
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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #17 on: May 29, 2017, 12:11:59 PM »
Searic wasn’t in his room on the best of days. It wasn’t that his roommates were particularly bad – they could be worse. He just didn’t like sharing space with anyone. He preferred the nooks he’d found for himself deep in the tunnels. That did mean, however, that when Brown that belonged to the Candidate Master invaded his mind to inform him that the clutch was hatching, he was a fair distance away.

So be it.

Searic cracked his eyes open to the dark of his hiding space and unfolded himself. While he was stiff from where he’d been intending to sleep, neither did that stop him from moving with intention. Eggs were already hatching, after all. Scraps didn’t bother following. She not only knew better, but she had no interest being around an overly territorial Gold.

Searic couldn’t blame her.

He didn’t arrive late, but he arrived toward the tale end of the candidates making their way onto the sands. The hesitant crowd, and for good reason – or what they’d say was a good reason. Three little reds were causing quite a fuss for their tiny size. Searic didn’t care for them. Neither did he hesitate to brush past the Candidates still walking slowly onto the sands. What did he care about creatures barely bigger than Scraps? Sure, their broadcasts of emotion and excitement were irritating and giving him a headache but… They were just… annoying.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Rather, Searic’s attention was on the other eggs. The bigger ones still rocking and waiting to hatch. If there was a dragon for him, it’d be there. Not one of these bouncing, annoying, Karou-esque like creatures that didn’t know how obnoxious they were. If only he could shut them the fuck out of his head.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #18 on: May 29, 2017, 12:38:53 PM »
Halirina never knew when the eggs were going to hatch. Neither did Kalestath. Not really. She’d always wished being upclose and so near to them that they’d know, at least a little in advance. But the little Reds had made it quite apparent that the only way that anyone was going to know when they were ready was when they were hatching. And they didn’t take long at all.

One moment, Halirina and Kalestath were simply surveying the quiet eggs, and the next… They’re hatching… And they were. Her hum filled the room, drowning out the sudden cracking of three eggs as the little Reds burst into the world and blasted Halirina’s mind with their exuberance. Why did they have to project everything?! Halirina’s hands went to her temples at the sudden impact of so much excitement, happiness, thrill, and the seemingly wordless ‘scream’ that came from all three as they broke free  from their shells.

It took all of Kalestath’s considerable will and delicate maneuvering to get them away from the other eggs as they romped and played, chased and trilled. So mobile, so ready!

The Candidates couldn’t arrive fast enough! Thankfully, this wasn’t as much of a surprise now. Halirina could’ve guessed this was going to happen, O’sir should’ve been ready… Even so, no manner of preparation could stop the Reds from literally pouncing on the Candidates when they arrived. So excited, so ready, wanting to find their bondmate, wanting to play. Thrilled to just see people. Not even necessarily the person they might bond to!

As though the arrival of people was the cue for it, five more eggs cracked open and all chaos broke lose. Halirina actually stepped back, afraid she might become the target of the now sudden mess of what was now a tide of red in all varying shades and hues.

The Candidates didn’t stand a chance. If the previous three were a handful, now that there five more was just too much for Kalestath. Her eyes burned orange in irritation as she tried to manage, but their untethered minds were slippery and simply too much. More than that, she just… didn’t want to hurt them or the eggs. So, it was all the Gold could do to get them away from the eggs. So, at the behest of their mother, they went away from eggs and into the throng of white robed Candidates.

There was no chance for order. No opportunity for them to line up when the Red swarm hit them. The Reds were unaware they were dangerous, that their claws cut through skin as readily as fabric. They wanted to play, to chase and nip, and blasted the entire Hatching Sands with their willingness and eagerness to be there.

Some, especially those that weren’t used to dragons broadcasting, pressed their hands to their temples. The explosion of ‘noise’ in their minds was almost painful.

Then, screams went up. A girl went down beneath two of the reds and the tussled about on top of her, unaware that they rend her open in an attempt to get untangled from her candidate robes. A Candidate – Cheyloni! She struggled beneath the two Reds. Those closest moved to help her but they didn’t seem to know what to do, how to help. Her screams were suddenly cut short. She stopped moving as one Red tumbled off of her. The other found her unmoving then lost interest to move on to other Candidates.

More screams, more scrambling not to get in the way, not to get caught up. Others fell, others tripped up. The Reds found it a fun game.

One such Red, a tiny pale Red with little stumps for wings slams heavily into Erieen. Toppling him over. She chirps sweetly and chews on a mouthful of his robes. Thankfully missing actually biting him. Her eyes are a swirling mess of green and blue, unaware that she’d inadvertently clawed at and tripped up another candidate to get to him. That her face has some blood along her jaw.

With a jerk of her head, she tears at his candidate robes, rending the fabric easily for her small size,  and then, ever so sweetly, narrows her voice just to him. I’m hungry. Can you feed me? Can we get some food? Then maybe we can keep playing? I want to play. You’ll play with me, won’t you? She didn’t offer her name, simply under the impression that he already knew it. Because of course he did.

Never mind the chaos around them.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #19 on: May 29, 2017, 01:01:36 PM »
Three Reds felt like a reasonable, almost manageable thing. Yes, they’d already done some damage, but a few cuts and slices weren’t so bad in the long run. Still, Droissa was glad she’d had the foresight to separate herself from the main group. With nearly all of the candidates accounted for, she figured this portion of the Hatching would be over quickly.
 
Oh how wrong that was.
 
Eight. Eight Reds total, effectively doubling the population of mutations in the Weyr in one go. As soon as the five new dragonchildren emerged it was chaos. The crowd looking on was in an uproar, families concerned for their relatives and traditional folk protesting these aberrations. The candidates, too, had devolved into something instinctual and reactive. Droissa didn’t move. She heard O’sir’s lessons in her head even as flesh was cut and a life was lost. Moving would make her a target, would entice the game. She did allow herself to glance back, if only for a fragment of a second, to where she last saw Rinokan. She hoped he stayed where he was, too.
 
The mash of emotions around her was nauseating. She knew, however, that she had to remain calm. If she was distressed, Wander would come. If Wander came, he’d die, too. She folded her arms over her chest and planted her feet more firmly in the sand. She’d persevere, it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen people die in front of her before.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #20 on: May 29, 2017, 01:12:22 PM »
The screaming caught Desh's attention and his gaze snapped to the girl under the two dragons. They had no idea what they'd done. He felt that fear he'd felt before at the Hunter attack, but he wasn't about to run. Predator's chased running things. These were unbonded, uncontrollable predators. The former harper realized that at the back was a bad idea and tried to move to the side, managing to get pushed away as most of the candidates moved away from the dead candidate.

He wasn't even sure who it was yet. There was plenty of blood and hurt candidates already. Those red's needed to get bonded quickly or they would loose another candidate or two. He was not used to the screams coming from the reds, but he'd dealt with dragons needing to force themselves on anyone, and he pushed through it.

"Stay still or move carefully!"

His tone carried a bit further than himself, and he hoped other candidates would hear it and would calm down. Running from the dead girl was a bad idea. His gaze locked on the girl. Cheyloni. He hadn't known much of her, but it was always sad to see anyone die. Expecially at this time. Not that Desh expected to get through today with out a scratch. He'd be damned lucky at this point. Eight reds. One already bonded, he watched as the small, stubby winged red found her bondmate. The boy had been hurt at least once already. Desh had managed, finally, to pull to the side of the candidates, and watched, ready to move if needed, though knowing his luck, a red would bowl him over on her way to her bonded.

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« Reply #21 on: May 29, 2017, 01:26:22 PM »
Nieve normally avoided the Hatching Grounds, whether or not eggs were on them, but tonight she’d chosen differently. She had missed the debut of the first Red dragons and therein lost out on all of the confusion and bloodshed. She didn’t want to miss that again.
 
As dragons began to hum she was woken by her own firelizard queen, whose ego declared that only she be the center of attention. Nieve knew Lovely would stay behind without a fuss, but she still felt a bit lost as she padded through the tunnels and up into the stands of the sands. Voices were whispering, commentating, that three Reds had already hatched and so Nieve stepped up her pace. She picked a high, lonely corner where few folk sat and settled in. From here it was hard to make out precise details but the splash of red against the tan and white colors below said enough.
 
Without much ceremony, five more dragonets hatched and immediately launched themselves into the fray. Screams rose high in the air and Nieve found herself leaving her seat to get a closer look. Not onto the sands, of course, that’d be suicide via Kalestath or one of her Red children. She pushed her way through horrified onlookers and found herself grinning as the scene came back into view.
 
This was good.
 
A body sprawled on the ground below, mutilated and crimson. She saw deep gashes, a flash of what she thought could’ve been entrails- another fatality? It was hard to tell with all of the movement, and the color of the dragons didn’t offer any aid. Silently she egged the newborns on, wishing the worst onto those hopeful candidates below. That’d teach them to show allegiance to the riders.

Offline Saviavi

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« Reply #22 on: May 29, 2017, 01:46:41 PM »
The press of bodies around her reminded her acutely of the riot, or at least of the parts she could still remember. Surrounded as she was she wasn’t able to see the five new arrivals, but she certainly heard the sound of breaking shells and the reactions from those that could see. The awe that quickly spiralled into horror. Defensively, Saviavi braced herself with her good arm over the injured one, but once more she was at a size disadvantage. The weight of something, of the dragonets, slammed into those like her, too slow to react, and the effect was like dominoes. Savi was pushed back, unable to hold against it, but fortunately keeping her footing for the time being.
 
She wasn’t ready for the push of their minds. Three had been sort of okay, reminding her of her firelizards in a way, but this was too much. Confused by their emotion she tried to stumble out of the group as best she could. Someone shouted for everyone to stay still but that didn’t seem like a good idea, not when the fear of being trampled again propelled her. Besides, the screams were getting louder.
 
Saviavi, turned away from the Reds now, felt either leg get pierced with the joyful, clawed grasp of a dragon. The claws ripped down with abandon, only stopping because they’d run out of flesh. She staggered a few more feet but then her legs buckled. Instinctively, protectively, she curled herself into a ball with her good arm doing its best to protect the nape of her neck while everything soft and vital in the front tucked within.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #23 on: May 29, 2017, 02:11:45 PM »
She stood still as more Reds hatched and she watched them come out of their shells. One came at her and she stood still as a statue. The Red actually looked at her for a moment as if wanting her to play though she did not move an inch. The red then turned away from her scratching her as it went this was no small scratch and she did not scream out. It hurt bad but not as bad as the thread score she had when she was younger.

Looking into the stands she noticed her dads both with looks of concern on their faces for her. She did not move though and held her arm as blood dripped down it from the cut on it. She watched as one Candidate was killed but did not blame the dragons they did not know what they where doing. She watched for other eggs to hatch and slowly backed up so she was not so in the middle of the sands. If she was off to the side she would be safe or so she though. Her blood dripped on the sands from her arm. She keep her mind clear as she moved so not to show fear and to be acknowledged by more reds than the one that had hurt her already.

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Re: Déjà Vu [ 34.6.2590 / 10PM ] || Event
« Reply #24 on: May 29, 2017, 02:17:31 PM »
One... Two... Three... Oh Faranath they kept coming... Four... Five... There were now eight Reds wreaking havoc on the sands, their minds confusing, the cacophony causing her to hold her temples at the sheer noise of them. She missed Erieen's impression, didn't even notice, her need to stay present but stay out of harm's way weighed greatly over watching what was happening to the other candidates.

"Cheyloni..." She mumbled under her breath, as she saw the unmoving body of the girl splayed out across the sands, looking around for a healer in vain Ysveta just... moved on. There was nothing she could do for the girl now, she wasn't a healer, she didn't know how to help.

Trying to edge sideways, keeping the reds in view at all times, not wanting to turn her back to them, she attempted to not panic, pushed the thought of her own body lying there on the sands to the deep recesses of her mind. She was here to impress. But Ysveta was entirely unsure whether she wanted to anymore, how would she even be able to handle a red like that? Surely that required some extreme depth of will to control such emotion. Her confidence in her abilities was not strong enough to warrant a definite answer.

A press. A crush. Ysveta tripped, falling face first onto the sands as the wave of candidates finally overtook her. Shards. She thought, as she struggled to get up from the sands, each tiny grain feeling like fire on her face and hands, each time she tried to stand getting buffeted back down again, stepped on, pushed over.

Has a scar from jaw to hairline across her left cheek, obtained in Kalestath's hatching of 2590.

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