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.Jul.14, 01:49 PM
Jesazek tugged irritable at his robe, shifting his weight from one sandled foot to another more out of impatience than because of the warmth of the sands. Slender fingers pushed his almost dry hair back away from face. The warm sands and the South's humidity were working together to reform the sweat he'd washed away earlier. He not yet adjusted to the change in climate and doubted he would ever really adjust to the near constant muggy damp that seemed to pervade the South. Give him a cool mountain breeze any day rather than this unnatural heat and humidity.
All the candidates had been long since gathered and there had even been enough time for the rest of the population to wander in to watch the event. Assuming the eggs eventually did hatch, though judging by the faces of the spectators a bit of a wait was not that unusual. Just standing and waiting though was not easy for someone like him, someone use to doing something productive. Lazy Southerners might not mind sitting about and doing nothing, but he hadn't been brought up that way.
Eventually his impatience was rewarded as an egg cracked and a bronze dragonet fell out onto the sands. Jesazek straightened, standing squarely on both feet as the hatchlingly slowly stood, staring around at the gathered candidates with an intimidating, red eyed glare. He could appreciate the dragonet's apparent dissatisfaction with his choices, Jes felt only a handful of those searched actually had any real potential. He smirked as a number of candidates shrank back from the red eyed Bronze, at least they had enough sense to know they obviously weren't worthy of the creature, though he was more interested in seeing who was worthy than who wasn't.
The Bronze's hatchling selectivity gave time for two more eggs to hatch and Jesazek glanced away from the first hatchling to examine the second and third. The Green and the Blue that followed didn't impress him, especially after the Blue fell face first into the sand and proceeded to have a coughing fit. He didn't bother to hide his derision as a candidate fell forward to help the creature and was rewarded with an impression. The first of impression of the day, but hardly worth the cheer that followed it.
Jesazek's attention was whipped away from the Blue and his new rider at as a pained shriek pierced the air. He watched the Bronze smack the Green hatchling about the face, sending her stumbling away. She'd obviously strayed too close and the Bronze had enough sense to keep the clumsy Green away from him. That wasn't enough though and the young man that swayed after her was quickly pounced upon with a snarl and crimson flash of torn flesh.
Jesazek's lips curled upward in an enraged snarl. How dare that boy come so close uninvited, who did he think he was daring to approach?! Jes blinked, confused by the anger that had suddenly welled up within him. He gave his head a quick shake before he took a confident step toward the snarling Bronze, he knew what to do. "Sirbuth. Leave him be." Jesazek called out, raising his voice to be heard above the sounds on the sands. The Bronze paused, giving the candidate beneath him a disdain filled glare before he moved off, head held high as he sauntered over to Jesazek.
Sirbuth peered up at the dark haired youth. I was enjoying myself, and he deserved ever bit of it. He said in an annoyed tone before rubbing a blood splattered snout against Jesazek's robe. Jesazek grinned and shrugged wordlessly, still adjusting to the sudden shift his entire world had just taken. He ran his eyes over the perfection that stood beside him, taking in the glorious color and features of his dragon. Even with only a handful out of their eggs he knew Sirbuth was the best of the lot. Of course I am. A smug voice agreed. His Bronze was getting some fearful glances as nearby candidates edged away from the new pair, likely unwilling to risk being the focus of the dragonet's ire. Jes watched them move off with a pleased leer, resting a possessive palm against Sirbuth's hide. Yep they'd better watch out.
Jes looked back toward the candidate Sirbuth had mauled, more curious than concerned and observed without any guilt as the healers tended to the new Greenrider. Stepping out onto the sands was a risk and it was his fault not Sirbuth's that's he'd been mauled. Sirbuth head butted Jesazek's shins, none to gently. Stop worrying about the riff raff I'm hungry. He demanded. Jesazek nodded moving toward the outskirts of the sands were buckets of meat were waiting for them. Sirbuth stepped boldly beside him, snarling at those who didn't move out of their path quick enough. Jesazek just smirked, not bothering to stop him.
The pair stepped up to the Weyrlingmaster, "Sirbuth and..." He looked down at his Bronze, raising an eye brow. J'zek He supplied with an impatient flick of his tail. J'zek pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment before nodding in agreement, "I like it." He looked back at L'tai, "Sirbuth and J'zek." With their names taken care of he went and retrieved a bucket of meat from one of the helpers, striding back to where Sirbuth now waited. Not bothing with table manner the young bronze plunged his muzzle into the bucket, dragging J'zek downward. "Better slow down or you're going to choke." Sirbuth raised his head giving his rider a dangerous look, I'm not some stupid little Green, I do know how to eat. J'zek rolled his eyes, but made no further comment as the hatchling sated his hunger.
All the candidates had been long since gathered and there had even been enough time for the rest of the population to wander in to watch the event. Assuming the eggs eventually did hatch, though judging by the faces of the spectators a bit of a wait was not that unusual. Just standing and waiting though was not easy for someone like him, someone use to doing something productive. Lazy Southerners might not mind sitting about and doing nothing, but he hadn't been brought up that way.
Eventually his impatience was rewarded as an egg cracked and a bronze dragonet fell out onto the sands. Jesazek straightened, standing squarely on both feet as the hatchlingly slowly stood, staring around at the gathered candidates with an intimidating, red eyed glare. He could appreciate the dragonet's apparent dissatisfaction with his choices, Jes felt only a handful of those searched actually had any real potential. He smirked as a number of candidates shrank back from the red eyed Bronze, at least they had enough sense to know they obviously weren't worthy of the creature, though he was more interested in seeing who was worthy than who wasn't.
The Bronze's hatchling selectivity gave time for two more eggs to hatch and Jesazek glanced away from the first hatchling to examine the second and third. The Green and the Blue that followed didn't impress him, especially after the Blue fell face first into the sand and proceeded to have a coughing fit. He didn't bother to hide his derision as a candidate fell forward to help the creature and was rewarded with an impression. The first of impression of the day, but hardly worth the cheer that followed it.
Jesazek's attention was whipped away from the Blue and his new rider at as a pained shriek pierced the air. He watched the Bronze smack the Green hatchling about the face, sending her stumbling away. She'd obviously strayed too close and the Bronze had enough sense to keep the clumsy Green away from him. That wasn't enough though and the young man that swayed after her was quickly pounced upon with a snarl and crimson flash of torn flesh.
Jesazek's lips curled upward in an enraged snarl. How dare that boy come so close uninvited, who did he think he was daring to approach?! Jes blinked, confused by the anger that had suddenly welled up within him. He gave his head a quick shake before he took a confident step toward the snarling Bronze, he knew what to do. "Sirbuth. Leave him be." Jesazek called out, raising his voice to be heard above the sounds on the sands. The Bronze paused, giving the candidate beneath him a disdain filled glare before he moved off, head held high as he sauntered over to Jesazek.
Sirbuth peered up at the dark haired youth. I was enjoying myself, and he deserved ever bit of it. He said in an annoyed tone before rubbing a blood splattered snout against Jesazek's robe. Jesazek grinned and shrugged wordlessly, still adjusting to the sudden shift his entire world had just taken. He ran his eyes over the perfection that stood beside him, taking in the glorious color and features of his dragon. Even with only a handful out of their eggs he knew Sirbuth was the best of the lot. Of course I am. A smug voice agreed. His Bronze was getting some fearful glances as nearby candidates edged away from the new pair, likely unwilling to risk being the focus of the dragonet's ire. Jes watched them move off with a pleased leer, resting a possessive palm against Sirbuth's hide. Yep they'd better watch out.
Jes looked back toward the candidate Sirbuth had mauled, more curious than concerned and observed without any guilt as the healers tended to the new Greenrider. Stepping out onto the sands was a risk and it was his fault not Sirbuth's that's he'd been mauled. Sirbuth head butted Jesazek's shins, none to gently. Stop worrying about the riff raff I'm hungry. He demanded. Jesazek nodded moving toward the outskirts of the sands were buckets of meat were waiting for them. Sirbuth stepped boldly beside him, snarling at those who didn't move out of their path quick enough. Jesazek just smirked, not bothering to stop him.
The pair stepped up to the Weyrlingmaster, "Sirbuth and..." He looked down at his Bronze, raising an eye brow. J'zek He supplied with an impatient flick of his tail. J'zek pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment before nodding in agreement, "I like it." He looked back at L'tai, "Sirbuth and J'zek." With their names taken care of he went and retrieved a bucket of meat from one of the helpers, striding back to where Sirbuth now waited. Not bothing with table manner the young bronze plunged his muzzle into the bucket, dragging J'zek downward. "Better slow down or you're going to choke." Sirbuth raised his head giving his rider a dangerous look, I'm not some stupid little Green, I do know how to eat. J'zek rolled his eyes, but made no further comment as the hatchling sated his hunger.
