17.Mar.12, 11:13 PM
O'wain stood watching the hatching, sipping at a mug of ale he had brought from the kitchens. Whilst it was interesting to watch the impressions and bet on the new dragons he was more interested in the girls. There was inevitably always at least one pretty young thing that doesn't impress and when that happened he would make sure he was there to comfort them. As such he had ensured that he was standing near the healers lurking at the edge of the sands, just in case he was needed to swoop in to the rescue for some poor lass in danger.
So far the hatching hadn't seemed out of the ordinary, a few scratches here, an impression there. How ever as soon as the Bittersweet Tundra Hatchling broke from it's egg it was apparent things were going to go badly. As it ripped a tore it's way through the candidates O'wain knew that at least one conquest was going to present itself. With a sickening crunch and a yell he saw a moderately attractive young girl hit the dirt, prompting someone to call for a stretcher. The healers sprinted out with a stretcher in tow O'wain saw another girl helping the injured candidate to their feet and to his surprise the injured girl tried to wave the stretcher away. "What the hell was she thinking!" O'wain screamed in his head. It was only a matter of time before another hatchling barreled through them. Without a second thought for his bare feet O'wain sprinted out onto the scorching sands. As he reached the candidates how ever he let out an exasperated sigh.
"Far you knuckle head get on the sharding stretcher!" The brown rider was pratically kicking himself now. He'd come running all the way out here for what he thought was a girl. Even so he was here now and he did have a certain respect for the young fool.
"You there, candidate." O'wain growled at the girl holding Far up as he swung the young mans free arm over his shoulder "Get out there and find yourself a dragon, you're not needed here."
So far the hatching hadn't seemed out of the ordinary, a few scratches here, an impression there. How ever as soon as the Bittersweet Tundra Hatchling broke from it's egg it was apparent things were going to go badly. As it ripped a tore it's way through the candidates O'wain knew that at least one conquest was going to present itself. With a sickening crunch and a yell he saw a moderately attractive young girl hit the dirt, prompting someone to call for a stretcher. The healers sprinted out with a stretcher in tow O'wain saw another girl helping the injured candidate to their feet and to his surprise the injured girl tried to wave the stretcher away. "What the hell was she thinking!" O'wain screamed in his head. It was only a matter of time before another hatchling barreled through them. Without a second thought for his bare feet O'wain sprinted out onto the scorching sands. As he reached the candidates how ever he let out an exasperated sigh.
"Far you knuckle head get on the sharding stretcher!" The brown rider was pratically kicking himself now. He'd come running all the way out here for what he thought was a girl. Even so he was here now and he did have a certain respect for the young fool.
"You there, candidate." O'wain growled at the girl holding Far up as he swung the young mans free arm over his shoulder "Get out there and find yourself a dragon, you're not needed here."