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16.Oct.13, 06:21 PM
"Thanks! who knows maybe today is The Day!" Trel answered Arddra with his usual upbeat and enthusiastic tone. His past failures were in the past, and he refused to let them taint what could be the most important day of his life. This was a new day, with brand new lives just waiting to burst out into and find their lifemates. Even if this wasn't The Day for him it was at least going to The Day for a few other candidates. He wasn't cruel enough to begrudge them the joy of finally bonding their dragons. If his dragon was among those who would hatch it would find him and no one else. Giving Arddra a final wave and sly wink he ambled over to the group of male candidates.
Trelanvor bounced in place. In part because his excitement made it impossible to hold still and also because the sand were rather hot. Bouncing did help slow the almost inevitable toasting of his poor feet. He ignored the steady splatter of rain drops despite the makeshift roofing for the area. You'd think someone would have come up with a better solution than stolen sails, but apparently stopping a small portion of the rain from reaching the ground was enough of a success. A decent roof for the entire circuit may have just asking for trouble. The cracking of an egg shell was enough to dispel such idle thoughts from head and bring his incessant bouncing to an end.
An egg toppled over, the event quickly followed by two front legs. It was a Green, no Brown, wait nope definitely Bronze. Trel could stop his amused chuckled at the partial hatched dragon's antics. An egg with just two feet flailing about was funny, even if those legs did manage to send another egg tumbling. At last the Bronze did manage to free himself completely before he fell over the egg he'd already kicked. Trel did hope his lack of grce was temporary. A full grown dragon with such poor coordination could do a good bit of damage. The dragon's body control did seem to improve as he pranced toward the group of boys. Trelanvor held his breath, but the Bronze never even glanced in his direction.
Despite its rough introduction into the world, the Blue dragon that hatched next didn't seem to have been harmed by his brother's treatment. He did pause to give the group of girls a good looking over, but it was a young man who became his lifemate. Trel smiled as the pair moved off. His smile faded as Aradissicath walked right through the center of the sands, hissing at Krypth. He glanced uncertainty between the Gold and the clutch, waiting for someone to do or say anything. Everyone seemed too surprised or scared to do anything.
Trelanvor visibly winced every time the Gold stumbled. Visions of the entire clutch crushed beneath her bulging form passing before his eyes. What a way to go, crushed on your hatching day by a pregnant and cranky Gold. Aradissicath seemed to know that no one could stop her from what she was doing. Trel gasped when her tail connected with an egg, sending it rolling with a bone chilling crackle. He ignored the Gold's exit, eye on the poor egg that had taken the brunt of the Queen's foul mood. A Bronze nose poked through the cracked shell, and Trel sagged with relief as an apparently unharmed hatchling emerged. Still recovering from the experience, he watched a young man step forward and an impression was made. Trel sniffed softly, happy beginnings were the best.
Just because one hatching was getting most of the attention did stop eggs from continuing to hatch. A Blue's hatching was a lack luster after the Bronze. The group of girls got a sniff and sneeze, maybe he was allergic to them? Whatever the case the blue moved on the group of boys, finding his rider waiting among them. Trel focused eagerly on the remaining shells, trying to guess which would hatch next. The young dragons didn't seem to be in any rush. Minutes ground past like hours. Trel took to shifted from one foot to another, unable to contain his impatience. What were they waiting for?
At last an egg began to tremble and crack and then another rolled sideways. A Blue wiggled its way to freedom as Trel cheered him on. The Blue's impression was followed a few minutes later by the appearance of a Green. He watch as she plowed to a stop in front of Indivara, almost assuming the Green had made her choice. After a long moment the Green was again on the move and select a male instead. It was a strange turn of events, but Trelanvor had little time to dwell on it. A high pitch shriek had him looking for the source, gasping as his gaze found what was making the unearthly sound. A tiny Green had hatched, but something had gone wrong. Her wings were angled oddly beneath her with ichor marring their surface.
Trelanvor hesitated to step forward. Even injured the hatchling could still harm someone trying to help or damage herself further. He winced when a nearby by egg nearly rolled over the tangled up Green, looking away. Whe he risked a glance back a couple candidates were moving to assist the injured Green. In the process another Green was hatched, fortunately she seemed healthy and was soon flouncing toward the waiting candidates. The injured Green had managed to impress as well, which brought a warm smile to Trel's face. He was relieved she had found her rider and not gone between due to her injuries. The second to latch also included a healthy Green who took her time choose a young boy from among those left.
Trel sighed softly as he studied the empty and shattered eggs. That was it for him this time around. The only egg left to hatch was the Gold. He stared at the egg, looking for any sign of movement. Typical Queen she didn't seem to be in a rush to hatch. He glanced toward Arddra. Hopefully if she didn't impress she wouldn't take it took hard. He knew how important becoming a Queenrider was for her. Her was surprised, no shocked when she gave a Bronzerider watching from the sidelines a thumbs up. Maybe she'd handle not impressing better than he'd anticipated. Still it was too soon to know what was going to happen until the unhatched Gold made her appearance.
Trelanvor watched, transfixed as Indivara stalked across the sands on a direct path for the golden egg. She shouldered past the other female candidates, ignoring an attempt to halt her progress. He was torn between horror and being impressed by her bold actions. With a daring glare she reached out and rapt her knuckled firmly against the shell. The egg crumpled inward beneath the assault. Screams followed as a noxious, slimy liquid flowed from what remained. A lifeless form slumped out, carried by the wave of goo. Trel slapped a hand over his face at the foul odor spread across the sand, the heat only helping to intensify the rotten stench of the partial decomposed Queen. He backed away from the scene of screaming and vomiting candidates. His own stomach rolled in protest and her could taste the bitter tang of bile burning up his throat. He quickly searched the scattered candidates for Arddra, she wouldn't have taken that well being front and center for the show. He relaxed as he spotted he wrapped up in the embrace of the Bronzrider she'd gesture to earlier. This wasn't how hatchings were suppose to end.
Trelanvor bounced in place. In part because his excitement made it impossible to hold still and also because the sand were rather hot. Bouncing did help slow the almost inevitable toasting of his poor feet. He ignored the steady splatter of rain drops despite the makeshift roofing for the area. You'd think someone would have come up with a better solution than stolen sails, but apparently stopping a small portion of the rain from reaching the ground was enough of a success. A decent roof for the entire circuit may have just asking for trouble. The cracking of an egg shell was enough to dispel such idle thoughts from head and bring his incessant bouncing to an end.
An egg toppled over, the event quickly followed by two front legs. It was a Green, no Brown, wait nope definitely Bronze. Trel could stop his amused chuckled at the partial hatched dragon's antics. An egg with just two feet flailing about was funny, even if those legs did manage to send another egg tumbling. At last the Bronze did manage to free himself completely before he fell over the egg he'd already kicked. Trel did hope his lack of grce was temporary. A full grown dragon with such poor coordination could do a good bit of damage. The dragon's body control did seem to improve as he pranced toward the group of boys. Trelanvor held his breath, but the Bronze never even glanced in his direction.
Despite its rough introduction into the world, the Blue dragon that hatched next didn't seem to have been harmed by his brother's treatment. He did pause to give the group of girls a good looking over, but it was a young man who became his lifemate. Trel smiled as the pair moved off. His smile faded as Aradissicath walked right through the center of the sands, hissing at Krypth. He glanced uncertainty between the Gold and the clutch, waiting for someone to do or say anything. Everyone seemed too surprised or scared to do anything.
Trelanvor visibly winced every time the Gold stumbled. Visions of the entire clutch crushed beneath her bulging form passing before his eyes. What a way to go, crushed on your hatching day by a pregnant and cranky Gold. Aradissicath seemed to know that no one could stop her from what she was doing. Trel gasped when her tail connected with an egg, sending it rolling with a bone chilling crackle. He ignored the Gold's exit, eye on the poor egg that had taken the brunt of the Queen's foul mood. A Bronze nose poked through the cracked shell, and Trel sagged with relief as an apparently unharmed hatchling emerged. Still recovering from the experience, he watched a young man step forward and an impression was made. Trel sniffed softly, happy beginnings were the best.
Just because one hatching was getting most of the attention did stop eggs from continuing to hatch. A Blue's hatching was a lack luster after the Bronze. The group of girls got a sniff and sneeze, maybe he was allergic to them? Whatever the case the blue moved on the group of boys, finding his rider waiting among them. Trel focused eagerly on the remaining shells, trying to guess which would hatch next. The young dragons didn't seem to be in any rush. Minutes ground past like hours. Trel took to shifted from one foot to another, unable to contain his impatience. What were they waiting for?
At last an egg began to tremble and crack and then another rolled sideways. A Blue wiggled its way to freedom as Trel cheered him on. The Blue's impression was followed a few minutes later by the appearance of a Green. He watch as she plowed to a stop in front of Indivara, almost assuming the Green had made her choice. After a long moment the Green was again on the move and select a male instead. It was a strange turn of events, but Trelanvor had little time to dwell on it. A high pitch shriek had him looking for the source, gasping as his gaze found what was making the unearthly sound. A tiny Green had hatched, but something had gone wrong. Her wings were angled oddly beneath her with ichor marring their surface.
Trelanvor hesitated to step forward. Even injured the hatchling could still harm someone trying to help or damage herself further. He winced when a nearby by egg nearly rolled over the tangled up Green, looking away. Whe he risked a glance back a couple candidates were moving to assist the injured Green. In the process another Green was hatched, fortunately she seemed healthy and was soon flouncing toward the waiting candidates. The injured Green had managed to impress as well, which brought a warm smile to Trel's face. He was relieved she had found her rider and not gone between due to her injuries. The second to latch also included a healthy Green who took her time choose a young boy from among those left.
Trel sighed softly as he studied the empty and shattered eggs. That was it for him this time around. The only egg left to hatch was the Gold. He stared at the egg, looking for any sign of movement. Typical Queen she didn't seem to be in a rush to hatch. He glanced toward Arddra. Hopefully if she didn't impress she wouldn't take it took hard. He knew how important becoming a Queenrider was for her. Her was surprised, no shocked when she gave a Bronzerider watching from the sidelines a thumbs up. Maybe she'd handle not impressing better than he'd anticipated. Still it was too soon to know what was going to happen until the unhatched Gold made her appearance.
Trelanvor watched, transfixed as Indivara stalked across the sands on a direct path for the golden egg. She shouldered past the other female candidates, ignoring an attempt to halt her progress. He was torn between horror and being impressed by her bold actions. With a daring glare she reached out and rapt her knuckled firmly against the shell. The egg crumpled inward beneath the assault. Screams followed as a noxious, slimy liquid flowed from what remained. A lifeless form slumped out, carried by the wave of goo. Trel slapped a hand over his face at the foul odor spread across the sand, the heat only helping to intensify the rotten stench of the partial decomposed Queen. He backed away from the scene of screaming and vomiting candidates. His own stomach rolled in protest and her could taste the bitter tang of bile burning up his throat. He quickly searched the scattered candidates for Arddra, she wouldn't have taken that well being front and center for the show. He relaxed as he spotted he wrapped up in the embrace of the Bronzrider she'd gesture to earlier. This wasn't how hatchings were suppose to end.
