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Post by Dragon on May 1, 2008 20:27:28 GMT -5
Valon frowned as he watched the poor little Lavender head for the girls, but suddenly stop, creeling pitifully for it's mother. The poor thing looked like it might go between at any moment. The little dragon's cry made Valon want to cover his ears and run from the grounds. He really did not want to see any young dragons between today. But unfortunately there was no way he could help the little thing, unless he wanted to get mauled, of course.
Turning painfully away from the Lavender, he chose to watch the unhatched eggs again, trying to block the poor things cries from his mind. His eyes flicked uncertainly to the Amethyst that paced along the line of boys, looking at each one curiously. He wondered which boy this one was looking for. Most female dragons, even these strange new ones at Vyrzen, did not impress males. But this one seemed certain that her Mine was here among the boys.
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The silver queen raised her head, eyes whirring with happiness suddenly. Her Mine, now she must go to her Mine. Ignoring the poor Lavender, she hurried right past her pitiful sister and in among the girls, lashing out at some as she passed. One of the one's she caught with her talons was Kisana, but she paid no mind to the girl she had just slashed, but continued to hurry past, hissing and lashing out randomly as she went until she came to Lamia.
~LamiaMine, your Rilaveth would like some food. Her sister's wailing hurts her head, and she is hungry. Mine, will you feed you Rilaveth now? She has been waiting long to find you.~ The silver told Lamia, watching her Bonded happily.
And now another egg was hatching, the shell falling to pieces around a large Scarlet. His hide was a shade of red most called Blood, dark and sparkling. He stood among the shards of his egg, not bothering to move, just staring at the line of boys intently. Where was his mine? Wait... two more eggs were hatching now, side by side! They rocked in unison, breaking apart quickly. One revealed a dark Jade male, his hide jewel bright. The other was another Diamond, though this one seemed like it should be called a Pearl, for the distinct colouring of its hide was certainly not what one would consider Diamond. The two newly hatched turned, and went to run toward the boys, but when they got so far apart, both seemed to jerk to a stop and fell. The two baby dragons looked at each other in confusion, and tried again, but they could not move more then a few feet apart.
Spinning in circles now to try and see what was causing them to stop whenever they tried to part, it became apparent that the two's tails merged into one at the tip. Creeling, the Jade stalked to the Pearl and poked it angrily, as if it were all the Pearl's fault that he was joined at the tail with her. The pearl snorted at him, and shook her head. Oh, but their bondeds, what would they think? Carefully, the two moved side by side toward the boys, one step at a time.
The Jade snorted again, throwing a glare at the Pearl. This was all her fault! He knew it, this was her fault. Oh, great, now he was stuck to a Pearl for all his life. Maybe he should just between now and get it over with. The little Pearl was happily bobbing her head, content despite being stuck attached to this grumpy Jade. It didn't matter to her. In fact, it would be FUN! She pranced a little, staying just close enough to the Jade that it wouldn't make either of the trip. The Jade lowered his head in defeat. Stuck with her, forever. How wonderful. Oh this was just joyous.
The little Lavender continued to creel, curling up on the sands. It didn't seem as if it was going to between but you never knew. The Amethyst continued to stalk up and down the line of boys, staring at each one carefully. Her Bonded was here, but where?
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Post by Kisana on May 1, 2008 20:39:34 GMT -5
Kisa, watching as the Queen walked past her, screamed. The Queen's talons had slashed across her flesh, raking large gashes into her chest. She fell to the floor and wept, hoping her dragon might come soon. Her chest burned like fire. What if she ... and she never met her dragon? She could not let that happen! Groaning, she struggled onto one elbow and watched the hatchlings, blood staining her white robes a deep crimson. Tears ran freely down her face and left tiny dark spots on the Sand. Why, oh why, did that Queen have to do that to her! She regretted ever desiring the foul beast. Kisa was too intelligent - too Kisa to have not moved out of the way of the anxious dragonet. She cursed her stupidity as the blood began to clot, adhering her robes to her wounds. Hopefully, the Weyr staff would allow her to stay until Hers came. Oh, the Lavender! She longed for it to come and comfort her.
The Amethyst-Purple was still unImpressed. Nothing special had happened to this dragon, so she looked back towards the clutch. Two - no, three! - eggs had hatched. One held a Scarlet that shone with the colors of freshly spilled blood. It stood among its shattered shell, examining the boys. The other two eggs hatched right beside each other - a dark Jade and a pearly Diamond. They both ran towards the boys, but found they couldn't separate themselves - they were joined at the tailtip! Kisa watched them try to reach the semicircle of male Candidates. The Jade reprimanded the Diamond as they edged toward the males.
Her dragonet would come soon! She knew it would! It must come soon...or it may not come at all. She tried to banish those depressing thoughts from her mind. She was Kisana of Ruath Hold's Weaving Hall! She would Impress! She MUST Impress!
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Post by Chellie on May 1, 2008 21:54:20 GMT -5
It was pitiful at seeing all these hopeful faces, eyes filled with such child-like wonder at the astonishing events that were taking place. Pitiful for the lone fact that half of the many adolescents, both male and female, that stood around in sloppy half-circles would not impress. And yet, each one gathered up their pathetic little selves, brain washed themselves into believing in the ‘miraculous’ and being given a chance to escape from their dull past lives. It was every child’s fantasy to be a renowned dragonrider of Pern. And a certain Karrel was no exception to this wide-known fact.
In a languorous manner the seventeen turn old watched on as dragonet after dragonet began to hatch, searching for their ‘Mine’, and waddle off with their newly claimed life partners to go and stuff themselves until their stomach was full. At least for the moment. His dark chocolate eyes evaluated the situation at hand, no worry being etched onto his admittedly attractive features. Unlike the other mob of lads that stood around him, his breath came easy and his body was not rigged. Shards, it was not as if he were standing on a sheet of ice that was about to give way to his mass. No, that spelt out certain death of either hypothermia or drowning. Neither of which he planned on experiencing any time soon. Like a feline, the male stood… Calm, cool, and collected. Simply bidding his time until his Onyx came out of its shell valiantly, hurdling shards every which way and shoving through the group of boys (mauling most, wounding several, and killing a couple) to come and claim him, Karrel, as his own. It would be lovely, absolutely lovely… Seeing all those worthless males quake with fear underneath the sharp talons of the fledgling. Oh, how they would scream in terror as pain was inflicted!
The brunette had to resort to using his entire will power to keep from indulging into fits of maniacal laughter over the violent images that wheeled around in his mind. Bathed in blood, his Onyx would come. From snout to the tip of his tail, the dragonet would be covered. His tongue licking over his maw to tempt the metallic taste of blood while the dragonet proclaimed his claim over Karrel. The visions of the male continued to grow more vivid with each cruel thought, in his mind’s eye he could clearly see one of his ‘comrades’ in the Hatching lying down on the hot sands, nothing but a corpse.
The burning ground beneath stained with the beautiful shade of crimson, the pools of blood drying quickly with the warm temperature. A thrilling sensation wound its way through him while Karrel envisioned the gory site; the gooey substance of partially dried life-liquid caked onto his enemy’s mangled body. The victim’s lips lacking the light pink tint, they parted forever with a sentence, perhaps a name, on the tip of his tongue- never to be uttered into the air before the talons of the dragon-child snuffed out his life’s candle for all eternity. As clear as seeing the shifting sands beneath his feet, Karrel could make out the dead boy’s face- it revealing one of hurt, disbelief, and perhaps even the hope that his reality was in fact but a dream. Ah, but forever eh would ream now. Dream in eternal slumber, the child never growing to man hood while his spirit was rid of Pern forever. And permanently out of Karrel’s way.
Having almost succumbed fully to the pleasures that his mind gave him, Karrel had been left in a case of confusion upon the Impressing of the Silver. Eyes that would make one squirm with the high level of… of… hate that could be found in the beady organs. A glare that could penetrate through the freezing temperatures of between and heat it up with his hot passion for that of blood shed, fight, and of death. But, his attention had been quickly snapped up by the gasp that rent the stuffy air, and there it was.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, bumps forming on his arms as the adrenaline in his blood stream roared with excitement at the sight of blood and pain. The Queen had Impressed, bravo to her…. ‘Twas not whom she impressed that he cared, nor the fact that she had Impressed- but of how she had gotten around to doing that. Impressing through bringing about a bit of chaos and wounding a girl.
The glorious blood. Let it flow, let it come… Oh, how it tempted his senses… Thin lips twitched into a smile, a grin that could have easily been classified as being a sign of utter delight at having the Silver Impress! Well, there was delight… But not for the same reason.
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Post by Pheonix on May 1, 2008 22:12:59 GMT -5
Cemasle moved his attention back to the Silver, his curiousity getting the better of him. He wanted to know who she would Impress to, if only out of curiosity. Semacle was annoyed, as he disliked the haughty Silvers, well, he disliked anyone who thought they were better than he was. So their hides were Silver and they had to sit on the Sands and watch over eggs all day, that didn't make them any better than he was. Stupid sharding dragons with their pretty silver hides and their arrogance and their clutches and their....
Semacle continued on his mental rant like this for a while, and all Cem could do was allow a small grin to play across his face at the rant. His other half could overreact over the slightest things, he actually found the Silver Queens very charming, and not to mention very important to the Weyr. However, they weren't very likely to Impress to males. In fact, it had never once been recorded where any Queen Impressed to a boy. He thought there might have been one instance where a girl dressed as a boy and Impressed a Queen, though she was still a girl. In any case, the Silver had indeed stalked over to the girls, and he had to wince as he saw the Silver drag her talons through another girl. Ow. Semacle immediately saw this, and without thinking, temporarily controlled the body, "YEAH!" he cheered on the Silver, then immediately retreated back, leaving Cemasle covering his mouth and blushing rather furiously.
Semacle's outburst aside, Cem turned his attention back to the eggs, letting the redness slowly leave his face. The two Purples were still wandering about, the darker one was stalking around the boys, looking for her Mine. He found that a little odd, although females Impressing to males wasn't really that uncommon at all. Of course, most dragons prefered to Impress to their own gender, but apparently this Purple believed her Bonded was somewhere within the males. He was starting to feel nervous as she stalked around, as though fearing she might Impress to him. Really, he did truely want to Impress... but he just wasn't sure. Cem was torn about his feelings for Impressing, he wasn't sure if he wanted to or not. Sem wasn't, he knew full well that he certainly did not want to Impress. Besides, he wasn't the one who wanted to be a Dragonrider, that was Cemasle. He would just sit back and let Cem and his little dragon do what they wanted, that is, until he wanted to have some fun. Then they'd just have to deal with it.
However, the next two eggs started shaking at the same time, almost in synch with each other. Cem had always been fond of things in pairs (gee, I wonder why?) so these two caught his attention more than the hatching of the Scarlet had. He watched closely as two dragonets spilled out of their eggs, revealing a rather dark Jade and a light Diamond, whose hide bordered a pearly color. They seemed to be moving rather strange, and it wasn't until then that Cem noticed that the two were joined at the tail! He blinked, rubbing his eyes, trying to make sure it wasn't just the heat of the Sands distorting his vision, but no, it seemed like the two of them were joined at the tail. He couldn't help but feel a small smile, the two of them, stuck together forever? It reminded him of someone.... 'No, don't even think it, [/color]' Semacle snapped at this thought, and if he had his own body, he'd probably be glaring so hard that whoever looked at him would just collapse and die. Luckily Cem remained in control of their body, and so Semacle didn't have a chance to glare anyone to death. The two dragons didn't seem to like each other very much, though. The Jade seemed rather upset that he had to be with such a bubbly Diamond, and Cemasle couldn't help but grin at them. They were quite the pair, though it left a lot of questions in Cem's mind. What would happen if the Diamond were to rise? How would those two Impress, anyway? The riders were probably going to have a lot of difficulty, they would have to somehow live in the same weyr and spend all their time together. Still, he felt it would be rather awkward for the two of them to fly as well, being joined at the tail probably wasn't very comfortable for the two of them, the Jade had already made that known. His Pearl clutchsister seemed like she was enjoying it though, and Cem watched them with a bit of uncertainty as well. Certainly dragons like that couldn't... stay alive? They looked so vibrant, though, he doubted either one of them would go between. Even so, they seemed to walk in synch towards the males, and Cem couldn't stop the nerves that started coming on again. That seemed to happen every time a dragonet wandered towards the boy semi-circle. He glanced around at the other boys a bit impatiently, he was starting to really feel the hot sand under his feet, and he shifted uncomfortably. Cem wished the Hatching was going to end soon, although for once, Sem didn't. He rarely got to see blood, and the blood that spilled from the girls the Silver had mauled had made his senses double, and he wanted more. He would gladly rip open a few of the Candidates himself, but luckily his "sensible" half was able to keep the bloodthirsty boy in check.[/center]
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Post by Dragon on May 1, 2008 22:47:45 GMT -5
Suddenly the Amethyst dragon let out a joyous creel and scurried in amongst the boys, shuffling her wings in excitement. At last, she had found her Mine! Oh, she knew he had been here. Her Mine was not a female, like her silly silver clutchsister's had been, or the others hatched so far. Oh no, hers was here, a boy. Or he was supposed to be a boy anyway. She came to a halt right in front of Yukito, looking up at him with huge eyes full of affection.
~Mine, at last I have found you! I knew you were here, but Mine, it was so hard. There are so many and I thought you had forgotten me. But I stayed and now I found you. You were not hiding from you Zutrith, were you Mine? Your Zutrith likes to play lots, but Mine, she is hungry now. She has not been free of her egg long but her clutchsister's creeling makes her sad. Why is she creeling so, Mine?~
The jeweled purple curled herself about the boy, talking to him all the while. She was sad for her clutchsister, but she knew she could not help the Lavender. It's only hope was to go to it's Bonded for comfort. So Zutrith happily stood with her Mine, waiting for him to feed her. She had waited patiently while she was in the egg, so she figured waiting until the boy was ready to feed her wouldn't hurt. All she cared about was that her Mine was here now.
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Post by Lamia on May 2, 2008 17:50:16 GMT -5
Lamia's greenish-brown eyes were locked on those of the little Queen. Slightly nervous, she twisted the small ring on her hand out of habit, trying to relax. The dragonet's charge made her jump, and, realizing that the little one had found her Mine, prepared to move out of the way if she stood in the Silver's path. The thought never occured to her that the Queen might be heading toward her.
Hands flew back up to her mouth as Kisana was mauled, the sight of blood making Lamia slightly nervous. It was then that she realized that she was the one the Silver was headed for! A gasp escaped her as the ldragon entered her mind, promptly asking for food. She dropped to her knees, ignoring the scorching sands, and hugged her new Bonded. "Oh my!" She declared, looking up at the eyes that would pobably turn her way, "She says her name's Rilaveth!"
~Mine, can you let go of your Rilaveth now? This is embarrissing her. Besides, Rilaveth is really, really hungry. Food please?~ The little Silver demanded, long metallic tail flicking back and forth in the hot sands. She could smell the nearby meat and it was tantalizing. Impatient, she squirmed in Lamia's arms. ~Rilaveth want's to eat, Mine. Let go!~[/i]
"What?" Lamia exclaimed aloud, realizing the new connection between her and Rilaveth would take some getting used to. Quickly, she released her hold on her bonded and rose to her feet. "Oh yes, sorry. Let's go." The happy pair hurried over to the meat-laden tables, the Silver practically dragging Lamia to thier destination since she was apparently not walking fast enough.
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Post by tiamat on May 2, 2008 17:54:15 GMT -5
Was it supposed to be happening this fast? Sylla couldn't believe how quickly the eggs seemed to be hatching, in flurries of two or three at a time. Then the queen had broken free of her shell. While the noble young beauty was very impressive, Sylla found she wasn't really... drawn... to the creature. Wasn't that what was supposed to happen, whether or not she was actually destined to be the hatchling's bonded?
The girl pursed her lips slightly as she watched the queen, thinking. It couldn't be because she hoped for a "fighting" dragon– they could all fight when it came right down to it and besides, no Weyr needed to fear Threadfall for a long while yet. Nor could she be considered inadequate in the maternal affairs a queenrider naturally had to deal with, for wasn't she a healer of sorts? Not officially trained, of course, and she wasn't certain how much help she could be if a human was injured, but caring for any wounded creature required a nurturing quality.
Belatedly she blinked and realized she had missed the hatchings of two purples. Before she had the chance to consider the larger, darker one for more than a moment it had moved off toward the males, leaving only the fragile lavender for her scrutiny. It, too, had an unexpected and not entirely welcome surprise in store as it halted to keen, calling for its clutchmother to come and comfort it. Sylla felt more than heard the quiet, sympathetic "Oh," she uttered as she was reminded of that dragon's fate.
Her gaze flicked to the intact eggs as several more shattered. She took a moment to admire the beautiful hide of the Scarlet, rich and sanguine. Only a glance was spared for the green and– the Jade and the Diamond (eventually she expected she would adjust to the colorful spectrum these Southern dragons had developed), most of her focus still on the grieving purple. It wasn't until she caught a few of the startled murmurs from the crowd that she took a second look at the two and realized, as everyone else already had, the two were conjoined.
Well that was very unusual, if not unprecedented. Surely the two couldn't be expected to live like that, could they? Stuck together as they were... Sylla's head tilted the slightest degree to one side as the two caught her interest. Other than their merged tail-tip, the two seemed to be healthy individuals– as far as one who knew as little about dragons as she did could tell. Would it be possible to separate them? Surely it would, with the right tools, experience, and cooperation... which it appeared the grumpy Jade would be more than happy to give.
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Post by Kisana on May 2, 2008 19:19:51 GMT -5
Kisa, the blood flow almost stopped up by clots, turned to watch the Amethyst dragon. It was Impressing to a male. She snorted under wheezy breaths, laughing internally about the Amethyst. It seemed very needy, wrapping itself around its Bonded. She tried to laugh aloud, but the motions made her chest throb painfully, so she silenced herself. The pain was slightly less now - she didn't wince with every breath, though any major motion set her wounds afire.
Kisa grimaced and steeled her nerves. As she took in a large breath, Kisa began to slowly stand up, first sitting vertically. Her eyes flowed with tears at the pain, but she needed to stand - to show her dragon she was strong. No mere Silver's slash would defeat Kisa. The clots broke open, spilling fresh blood across her robe. Crying aloud, she stood on wobbly legs. Her dragon would surely see that she was strong, and brave. Her heart would shine through to one of these young dragons, and it would be Hers.
The conjoined Jade and Pearl had not Impressed. Kisa placed her hands on her thighs to stand up more steadily. They were headed towards the boys, though, so neither of them would be Hers. She was inwardly glad that she would not be saddled with one of those crippled dragonets. The Pale, however, was still unImpressed and creeling, so that young dragon could still be hers. Oh, how she hoped it would be Hers! She breathed in sharply, which hurt her chest greatly. A wince almost flickered across her face, but she would not allow it. She must remain strong...for the dragon as well as herself.
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Post by Lamia on May 2, 2008 20:10:20 GMT -5
While Lamia was busy feeding Rilaveth, the eggs in the clutch continued to rock and shake. One, it seemed, was about to hatch due to the fact that it was shaking so violently. The large egg's movements were so extreme, it looked as if it were about to land on it's side and roll away! Suddenly, a large crack appeared across the egg's surface. It continued to spiderweb out along the shell until a dragonet broke free. There, standing in the midst of broken eggshells, was another Jade. This one however, had a hide of such a dark emerald it could almost pass for black. The brilliant sunlight showed the emerald, which seemed almost to sparkle when the young dragon moved. Eyes whirling, the Jade gave his clutchsiblings a mere glance before tottering over to the circle of females. After a moment's pause, he gave a decisive snort and approached the males. Upon seeing his conjoined clutchbrother and sister, he gave his tail a mighty flick as if saying Ha! I can move however I please!" before turning to search for his Mine.
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Post by Femisis on May 2, 2008 20:24:40 GMT -5
His attention had not been properly distributed between all of the hatchlings, so he missed the creel of the joyous creel Amethyst as she charged through the male candidates. He had been watching the conjoined hatchlings for a bit, wondering how they would ever compromise, or how they even became conjoined if they had been in two separate eggs. Such occurances of nature were impossible to answer and would remain as mysteries to mystify those who could find the time to ponder them. One of these was the reason for the lavender’s delay in finding Hers when she was obviously quite distraught. Yukito felt a tug at his heartstrings as he longed to run out to the sands and hug the poor hatchling into silence and offer her all of the love he possibly could. However, as much as he wished it to be so, his love was not for her.
/Mine, at last I have found you! I knew you were here, but Mine, it was so hard. There are so many and I thought you had forgotten me. But I stayed and now I found you. You were not hiding from you Zutrith, were you Mine? Your Zutrith likes to play lots, but Mine, she is hungry now. She has not been free of her egg long but her clutchsister's creeling makes her sad. Why is she creeling so, Mine?/
Stumbling a bit as the hatchling curled around while continuing to chat, Y’kito could hardly believe it. She had been unlooked for, but not unloved. She was his lovely Zutrith, his one and only. She was lovely, pretty, wonderful, and everything else all in one. /I don’t know why she cries, Zutrith, but I wish she wouldn’t. It makes me sad as well./ He replied as he scratched at the hatchling’s eyeridge gently. He couldn’t very well move much with the dragon wrapped around his legs and couldn’t feed her if she didn’t move. /I can tell you are hungry, so if you move, I’ll bring you to food, my lovely Zutrith./
The Purple easily complied, sliding away from her bonded’s legs to sit patiently beside him, nudging him gently to get him moving. \Come, Mine, I hunger./ The plea wasn’t urgent, but it expressed her eagerness to eat. Y’kito wasn’t offended in the slightest and simply laughed. “Alright, come on, love.” He said, leading the way with Zutrith at his heels, chattering away eagerly.
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Post by tiamat on May 2, 2008 22:24:21 GMT -5
Sharralik idly watched the flurry of eggs hatching. They all seemed to be females, so while he did take note of those who Impressed and clap for them, he wasn't too keenly interested at the moment. He was certain his fate lay in a good strong male, though this wasn't to imply he had anything against the females. But every egg that had hatched already– including the silver queen!– was female. He rather hoped the whole clutch wouldn't continue the trend.
The appearance of the startling Scarlet reassured him of that suspicion. His first thought was that the hatchling must have gotten hurt somehow, or that something was wrong. Its crimson hide made it seem covered, coated, soaked in blood. After his initial alarm Sharralik was able to more properly admire the young dragon. Yes, its color was astonishing, but a more accurate adjective could be 'stunning' instead. The Scarlet was beautiful, and Sharralik found himself hoping it was meant for him... and he for it.
Still, one never could be certain. Dragons always had a way of surprising even those who knew them best. The next hatchlings proved the boy's thoughts better than anything else could have. A Jade and a Diamond... merged at the tail?! Oh dear, that couldn't be good at all now could it? He prayed the deformity wasn't severe enough to send the two creatures fleeing between. Barring the queen's relatively mild maulings of a few girls, the Hatching had been going quite well so far.
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Post by Chellie on May 3, 2008 0:10:39 GMT -5
The loner candidate had recoiled in utter disdain at at hearing the pathetic humming of that girl (what was her name? Kirara, Kisabella, Kisana?). The vibrations throbbed in her mind, the so called ‘pleasant’ sound causing her head to ache with the amplified affect of the heat. ‘Twas not enough that she had to stand in a group of emotional teenaged girls, all either starry-eyed with great dreams, or watery-eyed with fear of the unknown- Oh no, the eighteen turn year old had to be placed in the middle of an entire audience watching as the Hatching took place. Applauding the newest Weyrlings with their discovery of their ‘destiny’ and closest friend in life. Even if the group had been composed of people she actually knew and with the absence of the Holders and such watching, it was no exception to the hermit-like life style Sorcha had created for herself.
But she he been given the opportunity, and Masterhealer Arakin had encouraged her to pursue this chance at a so-called ‘better’ life. Arakin had deemed her to be worthy of this pursuit when the dragonriders had Searched her, and had honored her with his blessing her as a daughter. It was the least she could do in return to his kindness; to obey the wishes he had as he was living in his last days. Those plans of wandering as a recluse from Hold to Hold had changed. And there was no reversing this change, much like there was no recreating events in her life to turn out differently- unless Death found her worthy of his attention. But even that was debatable- there might be far aggravating people in the afterlife…. If there was an after-life.
‘It is amusing’, the Candidate thought to herself as she watched on with the Hatching, unable to keep her ever-working mind at bay long enough to become totally infatuated with the events, ‘No one ever wonders about what might be after Death… Or else they’re afraid to voice their opinion after it. Surely once we are gone, that is not just it.’ Twas amusing that even she found herself pondering the subject while standing in a place where many had once died. ‘It’s an answer I’ll have to discover through experience.’
The musings of Death escaped Sorcha when she proceeded on with viewing, and reluctantly participating, in the Hatching. Several Impressions had been made, along with a many more Hatchings. Icy fingers grasped around her internally, the feeling of disbelief and being overwhelmed settling in as Sorcha watched the Silver dragon-child rip through a stream of girls to get to her intended. Having been wise enough to avoid the determined hatchling, Sorcha had side-stepped away before the dragonet even neared the vicinity of where she stood.
Even with her fleeting glance at the brief mauling of that Kisana girl, she could see the blood already streaming down the front of her robe, staining the white material with rivulets of crimson. Grey eyes were shut, they quickly reopening when at last the eighteen turn old Sorcha watched the other lass go down. Her hardened heart, with its barriers surrounding it and fortifying it for an almost impenetrable security- faltered with its ‘toughness’ for a brief moment.
Aye, she could barely tolerate the obnoxiousness of the humming girl… But even she did not deserve to suffer through agonizing pain of just lying on the Hatching Sands without aid of anyone else. Her expression was one of utmost seriousness, tempting lips were kept shut in a line and eyes raced about the faces. As if expecting some of the more compassionate girls around her to reach and help the wounded girl. None moved, none who proclaimed to be so full of love, courage, and justice made even a hairs length of a move to Kisana. And there she was struggling to her feet, determined to stand and continue on with the Hatching. Eyes that usually lacked any expression, save for the cold, hard look of one who had experienced many trials in life, were rolled to the cavernous ceiling above.
Nerve was gathered and piled high, Sorcha taking a step out of the semi-circle, and ignoring the dragonets that were prowling along the ground searching for their Bonded, she grabbed onto the arm of Kisana to steady her in her rise to stand up.
Had she been a person of a twisted mind with psychotic tendencies, perhaps this crumbling of the annoying girl would have brought pleasure to her. Pleasure in seeing the confident lass being brought down by violence to the one thing that ruled human nature; fear. There was no enjoyment to gain in seeing one in this state. Especially when this said one was a potential ally (if not just a large annoyance); an ally that might possibly save her from Thread one day. Hairs on the back of her neck were raised when Sorcha witnessed the detieriation of the confidence in Kisana’s eyes.
The confidence waning to that of fright. It was as if the female had caught a glance at a poltergeist that had been haunting her with memories. Perhaps that was just it- perhaps the mauling of Kisana was a spirit of vengeance coming to hold Sorcha accountable for past crimes committed. To make her repent and help the needy when no one else would. It was as if this ‘memory ghost’ was tempting her to turn in fright, to leave the girl to die as she had allowed her sister to die. It was a hunt, in a sense. Sorcha the white deer of legend, eluding her inner demons as bests he could. But now, now the hunter had the deer in range, bow and arrow readied for the killing shot to lower the beast to their will. The mythical beast lowering down to save itself by helping the injured girl. Quelling the sense of failure as a child, and of conviction that followed her around like a heavy cloak. The cloak being dropped onto her young shoulders by the tear-stained cheeks of her mother and father when they had discovered their beloved Rocio to be dead.
She had been expected to just leave Kisana there, and run away from yet another problem. But this was not the reaction Sorcha gave, the eighteen turn old found the whole ordeal –however much she wanted to deny the fact- cruel in a sense. And even as her mind screeched at her to just leave her be and let her fight for her own survival, like she had done so in the wilderness, her heart found a way to triumph over the mental orders.
And the rage her parents had held for Sorcha; causing the girl to flee in desperation. But this running was growing wearisome, it was time she faced her past. And leave the bones buried in the ground, forever. She squeezed the arm of Kisana as she hissed into her ear, “Shard it, shut your d**nable sobbing. Unless you have a wish for death… You’re aggravating the dragonets. Though if you insist on having a pity party for yourself over a small scratch, then have at it- I’ll let them tear you limb from limb for your stupidity” It was quite shocking (if one had not been acquainted with the ebony-haired lass before) to hear the explicit words escape from such a ‘refined beauty’(refined having never been a word that one should use to describe this enigma). Alas, the elevated voice and stern tone with the mixture of colorful language would hopefully serve its purpose in silencing the victim. Perhaps it was not the most… compassionate of encouragements, but it would be the closest thing one would receive from Sorcha. But to one whom was completely uneducated in this business of compassion and kindness, it would serve. Serve for hoping that she would stir up in this girl Kisana the desire to continue to persevere through the pain, and to gain control of herself. 'Twould not do to have a corpse on the HAtching Grounds. It would not do at all.
Her grey eyes, fringed with dark lashes, lightened when Sorcha gave a look that would cause even the most courageous of hearts to falter a bit. ‘Twas a look that signified complete seriousness, expecting to be obeyed. Shells, like she would be mauled herself by helping the dimglow that couldn’t cease her wailing.
And then, in the blink of an eye, the episode was over. The breeching of the fortified wall that constituted as the white deer’s face ended, the exterior belying what emotions of ‘kindness’ had developed in the interior a brief moment ago. The albino beast had slunk back into the realm of shadows, hidden from the eyes of the world; and in its place set a snarling wolf unafraid to sink teeth into flesh. Only the blood from Kisana that had stained Sorcha’s robe as well remained as a reminder of the confrontation she had taken part in.
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Kisana
Candidate
Vyrzen's Panda
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Post by Kisana on May 3, 2008 9:05:26 GMT -5
Kisana still stood, waveringly, on the Sands. It was a miracle she hadn't fallen over yet. As she struggled to keep her balance, she was surprised to find a hand on her arm, steadying her. Far from being glad at this occurence, Kisana's mind filled with rage. She stared up at the girl who was holding her - a beautiful Candidate with deep black hair and grey eyes. The girl dug her fingernails into Kisana's arm, hissing into Kisa's ear.
"Shard it, shut your d**nable sobbing. Unless you have a wish for death… You’re aggravating the dragonets. Though if you insist on having a pity party for yourself over a small scratch, then have at it- I’ll let them tear you limb from limb for your stupidity."
The girl then released her hold on Kisana, and she fell to the ground with surprise and anger. Lifting herself up - more quickly this time, but still wincing - she stumbled back to the girl and glared at her menacingly. How dare she help Kisa! Kisa could obviously handle herself. She stared at the girl - Sorka? Sircha? Sorcha? - her fingers twitching with fury.
"How dare you help me! I can stand for myself. Do not ever help me like that again. I don't need your help, or anyone's help, except my Bonded's! Leave me alone!" She growled at Sorcha, her throat thick with unshed tears. She would not cry in front of this girl. She would not! She walked jerkily away, standing by herself, slightly apart from the circle of girls to wait for Hers.
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Post by tiamat on May 3, 2008 13:15:11 GMT -5
Sylla turned her head slightly to catch what the two girls were hissing quietly at each other. Instead of the expected suggestions that Kisana leave the sands to go see a healer, the candidate who'd offered her support was instead mocking her! And Kisa's reply...
"How dare you help me! I can stand for myself. Do not ever help me like that again. I don't need your help, or anyone's help, except my Bonded's! Leave me alone!"
Shells and shards, was anyone around here even remotely the way they first seemed? She was beginning to wonder if the Search dragons had been careful in their selection of candidates, or merely desperate to insure the hatchlings survived, regardless of the mental stability of their lifemates. Not that arrogance or rudeness equated insanity, per se, but if many more around here turned out to be like these two, she wasn't sure she'd want to stick around, whether or not she actually Impressed.
Then Kisana was moving a short distance away from the rest of the girls– to get away from all of them, or just the one in particular? Either way, now that Sylla's attention had been brought to Kisa's injury, it was a little hard to simply ignore. She hadn't meant to, it had just... she'd been focusing so intently on the hatchlings, particularly the grieving little lavender. At any rate, she didn't think Kisa ought to be left there alone. It was unlikely any healer would venture out onto the sands, not with unpredictable hatchlings roaming about, nor did it appear the girl was going to walk off to get help anytime soon.
Sylla glanced at the eggs again, checking on their progress and that of the unbonded dragonets before slowly shifting away from the cluster of remaining female candidates. Mindful of Kisa's... less than welcoming response to Sorcha, she avoided touching the other girl, or even looking directly at her. "You know," she commented softly, green-brown gaze appearing completely occupied with the ungainly hatchlings, "you wouldn't be much good to anyone if you ended up bleeding to death here. Especially not if you Impressed first."
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Kisana
Candidate
Vyrzen's Panda
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Post by Kisana on May 3, 2008 13:24:26 GMT -5
Another girl walked over to Kisa where she stood, separate, on the Sands.
"You know, you wouldn't be much good to anyone if you ended up bleeding to death here. Especially not if you Impressed first."
Kisa shook her head, which hurt slightly, and turned her head towards the girl - she believed it was Sylla. Kisa smiled at this. Sylla was actually being kind...not many people were kind to her. Lingering on this small happiness, Kisa draped an arm over Sylla's shoulders for balance.
"I know, but I need to stay! My dragon is here! It needs me! I don't know where it is yet, but Mine is here." She whispered into Sylla's ear, a tear running down her face. The smile crossing her face again, Kisa wiped away the tear on the back of her free hand. Her chest was only lightly throbbing bow, but the blood was thickly clotted. Hopefully, she would Impress soon, so she could see a Healer. Kisa thanked Sylla profusely, still leaning on her shoulders.
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