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!
28.Dec.12, 11:45 AM
It was time for freedom! It was time to be rid of these shells and to feel the air of the world upon their hides! With that very thought in mind, it seemed as if the Hatching was making another heavy handed attempt to be done with it. Perhaps an hour had passed, since the humming had started, with a long break in between the Impression of Seijin and the awakening of the youngsters within the remaining eggs. They were not duds, far from it in fact, as Egg Five and Egg Seven seemed intent upon breaking their shells first, the dragonets within squealing and chittering as they competed.
Their show was interrupted by Egg Ten, the otherwise quiet egg calling attention upon itself as it toppled over, landing heavily in the sand and wobbling, before two hind feet gave a mighty shove, and broke the shell, the dragonet whining as it scrabbled around before emerging. The little one's appearance seemed to send the contestants within Seven and Five off again, the two finally cracking their shells enough that they could topple out onto the sands, eyes of hot shades filling the night as Seven and Five sniffed noses, while Ten watched calmly for a moment.
Then hungry bellies set in, and anxiety prompted the little ones to find their life mate, struggling onto ungainly legs with wings refusing to move in the ways they wanted, the three little dragonets all set off in opposite directions, shooting off without giving anyone a moment to realise what was happening. Even as they all shot out, the remaining eggs – Six and Eleven – finally won the battle against the egg shell, and toppled onto the sands with a squeal of surprise (Eleven) and a hiss of indignation at the heat (Six) before joining the fray as they, too, shot off in odd direction, each dragonet seeking the young man that would best suit their needs for a life together.
The first to Impress was egg Five, the youngster coming to a halt at the feet of a young man, weaving through his ankles; Egg Seven followed swiftly, right on the heels of its sibling as it pounced literally upon the one it had Chosen, sending the man sprawling in the sands, more from surprise than from any real weight on the tiny dragonet's part. Egg Ten approached its chosen human with an ungainly stride, eyes shifting to rainbow, it sat itself down primly and simply waited. Egg Six was prancing as much as any freshly hatched dragoent was capable of prancing, quickly pouncing upon the chosen rider-to-be, rubbing its face against the new bonded's thigh and crooning lovingly. Not to be outdone, the surprised dragonet from Egg Eleven walked with great dignity across the sands, as if to make up for its inelegant squeal from earlier, and set itself down serenely, gazing over its shoulder at someone halfway across the sand, eyes a rainbow of colours as it waited for the confused human to approach.
Their show was interrupted by Egg Ten, the otherwise quiet egg calling attention upon itself as it toppled over, landing heavily in the sand and wobbling, before two hind feet gave a mighty shove, and broke the shell, the dragonet whining as it scrabbled around before emerging. The little one's appearance seemed to send the contestants within Seven and Five off again, the two finally cracking their shells enough that they could topple out onto the sands, eyes of hot shades filling the night as Seven and Five sniffed noses, while Ten watched calmly for a moment.
Then hungry bellies set in, and anxiety prompted the little ones to find their life mate, struggling onto ungainly legs with wings refusing to move in the ways they wanted, the three little dragonets all set off in opposite directions, shooting off without giving anyone a moment to realise what was happening. Even as they all shot out, the remaining eggs – Six and Eleven – finally won the battle against the egg shell, and toppled onto the sands with a squeal of surprise (Eleven) and a hiss of indignation at the heat (Six) before joining the fray as they, too, shot off in odd direction, each dragonet seeking the young man that would best suit their needs for a life together.
The first to Impress was egg Five, the youngster coming to a halt at the feet of a young man, weaving through his ankles; Egg Seven followed swiftly, right on the heels of its sibling as it pounced literally upon the one it had Chosen, sending the man sprawling in the sands, more from surprise than from any real weight on the tiny dragonet's part. Egg Ten approached its chosen human with an ungainly stride, eyes shifting to rainbow, it sat itself down primly and simply waited. Egg Six was prancing as much as any freshly hatched dragoent was capable of prancing, quickly pouncing upon the chosen rider-to-be, rubbing its face against the new bonded's thigh and crooning lovingly. Not to be outdone, the surprised dragonet from Egg Eleven walked with great dignity across the sands, as if to make up for its inelegant squeal from earlier, and set itself down serenely, gazing over its shoulder at someone halfway across the sand, eyes a rainbow of colours as it waited for the confused human to approach.
