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16.Oct.13, 07:40 AM
Contents of this post could be considered gory.
Please keep what you read out of the cbox until everyone has had a chance to read it!
One would be hard pressed to say that any of Indivara’s more positive traits consisted of patience; while the girl could be patient, she was far more prone to outburst, and prideful acts created by the heat of the moment. The girl certainly wasn’t someone to sit back and let the world wander past her, nor was she one to sit around waiting all year for eggs to hatch. A loudly obnoxious huff was given by the young woman as she glared pointedly at the gold egg, which was still just sitting there. Honestly! She had chores to attend to and a life to live and she really didn’t want to waste the remainder of the delightfully stormy day staring vaguely at a stupid egg.
“This is stupid,” Indivara ground out, her voice modulated enough for Jada to hear without really informing the entire crowd about her thoughts. The gold egg hadn’t so much as twitched and if the little bitch wanted to be the centre of attention when she hatched, she was certainly going to achieve it at this rate! Everyone was waiting on her, and Indivara was pleased to see she wasn’t the only one that was far from thrilled by being made to wait. She could see some of the womenfolk leaving on pretence (in her opinion) of needing to tend to children and the girl wondered vaguely if she could use Varlea as an excuse. Probably not; better to use Ryvian. He was an over grown child at any rate, sulking back in his hut. Stupid.
“Aradissicath had the right of it!” Indivara didn’t bother to modulate her voice that time, the words coming out both clear and determined as she flicked the sheet of long dark hair back over her shoulders and marched across the sands to where the women were surrounding the gold egg. She threw off one hand that seemed as if it might stop her with a twist of her shoulder, and stopped right before the egg. A heated glare was given to it for just a breath, before Indivara reached out and knocked firmly on the shell, mouth opening to call out a sarcastic ‘knock knock’, she was taken vastly by surprise when the entire shell crumped under her touch, the shell brittle.
Indivara was the first to scream, the sound high pitched with shock and horror, but she was hardly the only one. The shell, brittle and unhealthy, crumpled under the sudden pressure of Indivara’s knuckles to collapse inwards on itself, before rushing outward with the flow of foul smelling liquid that had been within the shell, a tidal wave of gunk ridden by the half formed body of the dead dragonet. It landed with a hushed slither on the toes of Indivara’s shoes, and the girl’s entire body jerked with a sickening heave. How she managed not to puke was anyone’s guess; Indivara scrabbled backwards with a distressed mew, elbowing someone as she moved.
The world sounded muted in her shocked ears, but even so, Indivara could hear Krypth screeching and the sounds of girls heaving and screaming. The thick, rotten smell was heavy on the air and Indivara’s eyes watered from it as she scrabbled backwards more, escaping the group of gold candidates she’d joined in order to knock against the golden shell. Why was it dead? Hadn’t it been rocking earlier? Hadn’t the girl’s Touched it just last week? Surely it—Bile rose and Indivara barely scrabbled aside before puking up her lunch, not bothering to make sure her long hair would stay out of the muck. What if she’d been the one that killed the little gold dragon?!
Despite the ridiculousness of such a thought, Indivara’s skin crawled and she wiped a hand over her mouth as she realised someone had pulled her hair back for her. Looking up with a fierce, ready-to-fight expression, Indivara was both shocked and relieved by who it was she saw, her walls almost crumbling – almost – as relief fluttered through her and Indivara threw her arms around V’ler, and buried her face against his chest; only to see the vision of the dead dragonet sliding free against the back of her eyelids.
Yes. Honey is a terrible, horrible person. She makes no apologies for that :P
Thread dating is officially 'unlocked' now.
Please keep what you read out of the cbox until everyone has had a chance to read it!
One would be hard pressed to say that any of Indivara’s more positive traits consisted of patience; while the girl could be patient, she was far more prone to outburst, and prideful acts created by the heat of the moment. The girl certainly wasn’t someone to sit back and let the world wander past her, nor was she one to sit around waiting all year for eggs to hatch. A loudly obnoxious huff was given by the young woman as she glared pointedly at the gold egg, which was still just sitting there. Honestly! She had chores to attend to and a life to live and she really didn’t want to waste the remainder of the delightfully stormy day staring vaguely at a stupid egg.
“This is stupid,” Indivara ground out, her voice modulated enough for Jada to hear without really informing the entire crowd about her thoughts. The gold egg hadn’t so much as twitched and if the little bitch wanted to be the centre of attention when she hatched, she was certainly going to achieve it at this rate! Everyone was waiting on her, and Indivara was pleased to see she wasn’t the only one that was far from thrilled by being made to wait. She could see some of the womenfolk leaving on pretence (in her opinion) of needing to tend to children and the girl wondered vaguely if she could use Varlea as an excuse. Probably not; better to use Ryvian. He was an over grown child at any rate, sulking back in his hut. Stupid.
“Aradissicath had the right of it!” Indivara didn’t bother to modulate her voice that time, the words coming out both clear and determined as she flicked the sheet of long dark hair back over her shoulders and marched across the sands to where the women were surrounding the gold egg. She threw off one hand that seemed as if it might stop her with a twist of her shoulder, and stopped right before the egg. A heated glare was given to it for just a breath, before Indivara reached out and knocked firmly on the shell, mouth opening to call out a sarcastic ‘knock knock’, she was taken vastly by surprise when the entire shell crumped under her touch, the shell brittle.
Indivara was the first to scream, the sound high pitched with shock and horror, but she was hardly the only one. The shell, brittle and unhealthy, crumpled under the sudden pressure of Indivara’s knuckles to collapse inwards on itself, before rushing outward with the flow of foul smelling liquid that had been within the shell, a tidal wave of gunk ridden by the half formed body of the dead dragonet. It landed with a hushed slither on the toes of Indivara’s shoes, and the girl’s entire body jerked with a sickening heave. How she managed not to puke was anyone’s guess; Indivara scrabbled backwards with a distressed mew, elbowing someone as she moved.
The world sounded muted in her shocked ears, but even so, Indivara could hear Krypth screeching and the sounds of girls heaving and screaming. The thick, rotten smell was heavy on the air and Indivara’s eyes watered from it as she scrabbled backwards more, escaping the group of gold candidates she’d joined in order to knock against the golden shell. Why was it dead? Hadn’t it been rocking earlier? Hadn’t the girl’s Touched it just last week? Surely it—Bile rose and Indivara barely scrabbled aside before puking up her lunch, not bothering to make sure her long hair would stay out of the muck. What if she’d been the one that killed the little gold dragon?!
Despite the ridiculousness of such a thought, Indivara’s skin crawled and she wiped a hand over her mouth as she realised someone had pulled her hair back for her. Looking up with a fierce, ready-to-fight expression, Indivara was both shocked and relieved by who it was she saw, her walls almost crumbling – almost – as relief fluttered through her and Indivara threw her arms around V’ler, and buried her face against his chest; only to see the vision of the dead dragonet sliding free against the back of her eyelids.
Yes. Honey is a terrible, horrible person. She makes no apologies for that :P
Thread dating is officially 'unlocked' now.
