Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
26.Dec.12, 10:43 PM
It was a battle of wills, that much was obvious as the eggs within the sands rocked and swayed, with three of them visibly battling for the right to break their shell first. The eggs on the Sands had done little to wait for the candidates and their audience to appear, rocking straight into the action before even Krypth was comfortable in her humming, the sound barely sounding as Egg Number Eight toppled over, rolling a few feet before coming to a stop and wiggling impatiently. It was stuck!
Off to the side, Egg Number One shook threateningly, fighting for the freedom that was so close the dragonet within could almost smell the outside world! Not to be out done, Egg Number Four fought viciously against the shell, sending the first cracks radiating across the surface moments before Number One and Eight managed the same feat, the three of them wriggling to the point that Four went swirling through the sand to topple to a stop at the feet of NPCA, sending the young man skittering backwards with wide eyes.
The darkness, the lack of glows and the slimness of the moon restricted visibility as the three eggs all spilled onto the sands at the same time, each dragonet a different shade of darkness as mews of distress, croons of excitement and whirling red eyes of hunger filled the very early hour. Wings were tripped on, faces planting in the sand and tails lashing as unsteady legs were demanded to work and searching minds extended to the circlet of candidates, brushing against, seeking, seeking the one they wanted to be one with.
Number Four was first, weaving through the legs to attach itself to a young man, the pair quickly making their way to the side where B’jin was surrounded by glows and helping assistants as Larrikith towered over everyone as much as the small dragon could, sitting up on her haunches she crooned as the pair revealed a glossy green hide and a hungry mewl from the dragonet’s maw. Issuing quick instructions, the youngsters were set off to eat even as One and Eight joined them, the gentle light of glows showing a brown and blue respectively, and B’jin smiled at their ecstatic faces, and set them about feeding their little beasties.
In all the commotion of its siblings finding their lifemates and being settled into a feeding frenzy, Egg Number Two toppled over, tumbling sideways to bump heavily into Egg Number Three. The contents must have been more heavily intent on rolling than they appeared, for the result was a rather loud crack that caused B’jin to startle and several occupants either watching on or on the Sands themselves to cry out involuntarily.
The eggs both toppled away from one another, falling sideways to reveal a cascade of cracks and weaving in the broken shell before noses were poked through, clawed feet lifting damp little bodies from their cage, toppling into hot sands and crying out unhappily as hunger and heat assaulted young bodies. Soft sounds of distress and eagerness left the little ones as they scrabbled about in the sand, knocking over Egg Nine in the process, with the Hatchling from Egg Three head butting it for added effect, watching with hot red eyes of hunger as the egg (which had already been eager to Hatch) rolled to a halt at Seijin’s feet, the little one within poking its head out to peer up at the young man with eyes swirling of love and contentment.
The Hatchlings from Eggs Two and Three made short work following Seijin’s Impression, the pair quickly finding their own rider-to-be and dashing hungrily over to the sides where B’jin set them up with buckets, blinking as another blue and brown joined the ranks. Curious brown eyes shifting to see what it was Seijin would bring over and into the glow light.
Off to the side, Egg Number One shook threateningly, fighting for the freedom that was so close the dragonet within could almost smell the outside world! Not to be out done, Egg Number Four fought viciously against the shell, sending the first cracks radiating across the surface moments before Number One and Eight managed the same feat, the three of them wriggling to the point that Four went swirling through the sand to topple to a stop at the feet of NPCA, sending the young man skittering backwards with wide eyes.
The darkness, the lack of glows and the slimness of the moon restricted visibility as the three eggs all spilled onto the sands at the same time, each dragonet a different shade of darkness as mews of distress, croons of excitement and whirling red eyes of hunger filled the very early hour. Wings were tripped on, faces planting in the sand and tails lashing as unsteady legs were demanded to work and searching minds extended to the circlet of candidates, brushing against, seeking, seeking the one they wanted to be one with.
Number Four was first, weaving through the legs to attach itself to a young man, the pair quickly making their way to the side where B’jin was surrounded by glows and helping assistants as Larrikith towered over everyone as much as the small dragon could, sitting up on her haunches she crooned as the pair revealed a glossy green hide and a hungry mewl from the dragonet’s maw. Issuing quick instructions, the youngsters were set off to eat even as One and Eight joined them, the gentle light of glows showing a brown and blue respectively, and B’jin smiled at their ecstatic faces, and set them about feeding their little beasties.
In all the commotion of its siblings finding their lifemates and being settled into a feeding frenzy, Egg Number Two toppled over, tumbling sideways to bump heavily into Egg Number Three. The contents must have been more heavily intent on rolling than they appeared, for the result was a rather loud crack that caused B’jin to startle and several occupants either watching on or on the Sands themselves to cry out involuntarily.
The eggs both toppled away from one another, falling sideways to reveal a cascade of cracks and weaving in the broken shell before noses were poked through, clawed feet lifting damp little bodies from their cage, toppling into hot sands and crying out unhappily as hunger and heat assaulted young bodies. Soft sounds of distress and eagerness left the little ones as they scrabbled about in the sand, knocking over Egg Nine in the process, with the Hatchling from Egg Three head butting it for added effect, watching with hot red eyes of hunger as the egg (which had already been eager to Hatch) rolled to a halt at Seijin’s feet, the little one within poking its head out to peer up at the young man with eyes swirling of love and contentment.
The Hatchlings from Eggs Two and Three made short work following Seijin’s Impression, the pair quickly finding their own rider-to-be and dashing hungrily over to the sides where B’jin set them up with buckets, blinking as another blue and brown joined the ranks. Curious brown eyes shifting to see what it was Seijin would bring over and into the glow light.
