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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 15:01:56 GMT -5
.::~* Hey Soul Sister *~::. .::Keiko::.
"Babe, life is too short not to enjoy it!"
Rank: Weyrling of Blue Absinth Age: 16 Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Pets: Jazzy, Canine Appearance: Auburn red hair, grey eyes, willowy build, 5’3” Personality: Quirky, Happy, Open-Minded, Flighty, Empathetic, Flirty, Loud
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.::I Knew I Wouldn’t Forget You::. (Friends...) ::V’ton :: Open
.::I Don’t Wanna Miss A Single Thing You Do::. (Best Friends...) ::Open
.::You’re the Only One I’m Dreaming Of::. (Crushes...) ::WAY Open
.::I’m Always Gonna Wanna Blow Your Mind::. (Loves...) ::Always Open
.::The Way You Move Ain’t Fair, You Know?::. (Enemies...) ::None Yet
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:51:33 GMT -5
Always Carried [/u][/center] + A large, sturdy belt * His two short swords in their scabbards +Marks in back pocket
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:45:24 GMT -5
Dassk's Wallow [/u] On the right side of the room, separated by a sliding partition, Dassk makes his home. The hollowed floor has been covered by an old blanket of his handler’s, a thick quilt the color of night. The blue wher enjoys rubbing against the soft material. Interestingly enough, there are also several canine chew toys spread around his side of the room, showing quite a few teeth marks and tears. Dassk loves to gnaw on them frequently, as well as bat them around with his paws and tail when he gets bored.[/center]
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:44:40 GMT -5
Aeris's Bed [/u] On the stand beside Dastan’s bed, there is a cloth basket filled with down for Aeris. He managed to charm one of weavers into making it for his green after she bonded to him. It is warm and squishy, and the little flit absolutely adores it. There is a nice, warm fur curled inside as well for her to snuggle into whenever the nights are cold. In one corner, there is a little pile of pretty gifts that she has been given by others. It is her treasure-trove, made up of little pearls, sparkly rocks and small pieces of jewelry others have parted with. Aeris enjoys showing it to whoever visits Dastan.[/center]
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:42:19 GMT -5
Dastan's Handler Apartment [/u] Quite clearly a masculine dwelling, there is nothing soft or pretty about Dastan’s room. The few pieces of furniture are made well but plainly, and there are precious few luxuries. However, since he was born a holder’s son, there a good number of marks to his name that he has carefully spent during the turns, so this wherling doesn’t exactly live sparsely. His cornered bed is weyr-provided, so it is nothing fancy, but there are several furs piled upon it, all in darker hues. They are soft and warm, and certainly will be very comfortable for cuddling when Dassk finally matures enough for his handler to resume one of his favorite activities. Beside his bed, there is a small stand on which Aeris’s bed rests, the wood mahogany-hued. Parallel to his bed, there is a rather large table of the some color with a matching chair, the flat surface gleaming faintly in the glow-light. Upon the table, a red cloth rests, covering the wood and protecting it from being scraped by the activities that take place upon it. Several whetstones, a jar of oil, cleaning solution, and a few soft clothes are neatly sat on one corner, obviously used for cleaning his two short swords. They hang crossed across each other above the table, their hilts and scabbards always spotless and well-oiled, as are the blades within. Near the table upon the floor, a rather large pelt rests, used for when he wants to sit and clean the swords on the floor where Dassk can see him. Behind the table is a sliding partition used to block the glowlight from reaching the blue’s wallow, which is usually only pulled half-forward so they can see each other and still block the table’s light from reaching the wher’s sensitive eyes. On the other side of the room, there is a set of cabinets perpendicular to his bed, this one a bit smaller, but a little more elegant as well. Upon it rests three trinkets that Dastan has acquired over the turns. The first is a glass-wrought wher sculpted in mid-spring, it’s wings slightly extended while it’s eyes are narrowed and focused. It is clear with no coloring, as the boy had no idea which rank of wher he would bond to eventually. This rests in the center. On either side of the sculpture, two iron drinking mugs set, one painted with a wing of dragons while the handle is also styled to resemble a dragon, and the other decorated by a herd of runners. They were gifts from a metalworking friend when he left Southern. Inside the cabinets are all of his possessions. Oils and sweetsand for him, Aeris and Dassk, towels, a large bowl which he takes out and fills with water to clean his face in the mornings, his brush, wher harness, and many more items he requires to fulfill his duties. At the foot of his bed, a large, old chest sits, full of his clothing. Most of it is sleeveless jerkins and sturdy pants, as well as his favorite boots. There are also some warm outfits for winter. [/center]
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:41:15 GMT -5
.::~* I'm Here For Your Entertainment *~::. .::Dastan::.
"Unbeatable. Unbreakable."
Rank: Wherling of Blue Dassk Age: 19 Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual Pets: Aeris, Green Flit Appearance: Brown hair, grey-blue eyes, strong-trim build, 6’0” Personality: Confidant, Competitive, Brave, Vivacious, Loyal, Life of the Party
Current Relationships...
.::Do You Know What You Got Into?::. (Friends...) ::Rozen ::Meta ::Open For More, always!
.::Once I'm In, I Own Your Heart::. (Best Friends...) ::Open
.::I'm About To Turn Up the Heat::. (Crushes...) ::Mira
.::Give It To Ya 'Til Your Screaming My Name::. (Loves...) ::Always Open *wink*
.::Can You Handle What I'm 'Bout To Do?::. (Enemies...) ::None Yet
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:34:43 GMT -5
Always Carried [/u][/center] + A thin, pretty belt with a sturdy pouch attached the side which rests upon her lower hip. Holds:: * Her marks * A small brush * Whatever else she thinks she needs for the day ahead + Her flute (during all free time she has.)
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:31:41 GMT -5
Cloud's Hoard [/u] In the other corner parallel to the mirror and beside the flute stand, there is a nearly identical woven basket for Cloud, though it is a bit smaller. Here, two green blankets are snuggled into quite happily by the brown, and he loves to kneed his claws in the top cover. Raelwyn will have to replace it soon. However, unlike the bronze, this flit has an entire hoard of little trinkets in his basket, all piled neatly in a corner and often covered carefully by the cloth. Cloud is extremely selfish with his treasures, and will only allow Hisgirl to see them. Often, the little brown will admire and croon over his hoard, gazing at the trinkets, little figurines, shells, and sparkly rocks with whirling eyes. He, too, occasionally will sleep with Raelwyn, but he loves to sleep near his treasures the most.[/center]
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:30:35 GMT -5
Tydus's Corner [/u] In one corner of Raelwyn's room, parallel to her mirror, there is a large woven basket upon the floor, filled with two fluffy blue blankets. This is Tydus's bed, her bronze flit, and he will not stand for anyone else touching his little sanctum except Hisgirl. The blankets have been rubbed on and shoved around enough that they look absolutely frumpy, but the flit loves to curl up inside the cloth. There are precious few things inside his basket, since the bronze doesn't care for presents, but there are a few miscellaneous rocks and little bits of shell he has found to be attractive enough to keep in a corner. However, Tydus occasionally forsakes his basket to sleep on the bed, but he still loves his little nook.[/center]
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:28:11 GMT -5
Raelwyn's RoomSoft and enchanting, Raelwyn's abode is certainly a place one could easily imagine a wistful harper to inhabit. From the first glance, any visitor would be quickly calmed by the placid aura of her room, the gentle hues and curved furnishings dreamy and serene. There is, of course, the standard candidate cot in the center of the back wall, the headboard facing the wood while the foot of the bed points toward the door. However, the harper has traded the issued drab linen for a fluffy blanket of blue embroidered with silver thread in the shapes of heavenly bodies, stars and crescents decorating the rich cloth. She loves the blanket, and often cuddles up in it to read or play with her flits. Near her bed, there is a large fur covering most of her floor to keep out the chill. Beside her bed, there is a curvy, rather attractive table with two drawers that she bought when Vivacious Vivacity came to Cerulean. As she possesses quite a lovely singing voice and has performed on request, the girl has several marks to spare on such luxuries. She has covered the top with a small, sea-green cloth and always keeps a sapphire-hued vase full of fresh flowers there. On the opposite wall, there is a much larger desk that is of far starker workmanship than the beautiful table, but that too she has covered, with a cerulean cloth bordered and trimmed in gold dragons. That was a gift from a dear friend before she left Ista. Upon the table, the edges are filled with curiosities and trinkets that she has collected over the turns, particularly from her frequent trips to the beach. Seashells, bits of precious metal, and many, many other items have been placed carefully about the corners and edges to catch the eye, while still leaving the center open for any paperwork she has to do for lessons. From her ceiling and near her bed, Raelwyn has hung a rather lovely wind chime, five different dragon figures decorating the bottom in the hues of their kind; gold, bronze, brown, blue, and green. Once she had acquired that trinket, the harper found the rest of her ceiling to be too drab, and quickly found bolts of bright, Caribbean blue and a soft, fluffy mint green and hung them in waves. The two whimsical colors cover the whole ceiling now, and lend the room a much brighter air. Upon her walls, two paintings set, one of her brother's dragon and the other of her two flits, Tydus and Cloud. Raelwyn requested it of a new candidate that just arrived, and is very happy with the gorgeous work. One last stand sits in a corner, containing her flute in it's case and her apprentice knots from the harpercraft. On the same wall sits her mirror stand, a large bowl placed on the top for water and her brush beside it. A cloth hangs over the lip of the bowl for drying her face. At the foot of her bed, the sturdy, standard-issue trunk sits, filled with her older clothing for chores and work. Mostly skirts and spaghetti-strapped shirts, with a couple of pairs of sandals and one set of boots. There is also some warmer clothing for winter, as well as a thick cloak. Her nicer clothing resides in the drawers of the pretty table next to her bed, holding two dresses that she bought while out with L'mar, one in harper blue and the other in a deep emerald that matches her eyes. Her two necklaces rest beneath those dresses, one that was given to her by her brother and the other a dragon-shaped pendent a friend fashioned for her, as well as a nice tunic and skirt set, and a fine pair of sandals. In the bottom drawer, alone, rests her white Impression robe and thin sandals worn to hatchings. ((Please note that is only her half of the room, since she is bunked with another girl in the barracks))
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 14:27:17 GMT -5
.::~* Sanctuary *~::. .::Raelwyn::.
"I write about Love and such, maybe because I want it so much..."
Rank: Weyrling of Gold Ellenath Age: 17 Gender: Female Orientation: Heterosexual Pets: Tydus, Bronze Flit; Cloud, Brown Flit Appearance: Honey-blonde hair, Deep green eyes, lithe build, 5’4” Personality: Vibrant, Warm, Friendly, Compassionate, Stubborn, Intelligent
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.::You Show Me How To See::. (Friends...) ::F'ren ::K'ron ::Always Open For More!
.::My Sanctuary, Where Fears And Lies Melt Away::. (Best Friends...) ::L'mar (She loves him)
.::My Heart's A Battleground::. (Crushes...) ::R'tel
.::I Need More Affection Than You Know::. (Loves...) ::None yet, she's looking
.::So Many Ups And Downs::. (Enemies...) ::None Yet
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 10:00:06 GMT -5
Feeling the touch of the gold in her mind, Raelwyn once more curtsied to Trith, unable to keep from smiling. “Thank you, my queen.” She said softly, and turned to face the clutch. So many beautiful and unique shells! No matter what had happened, the mighty dragoness should be proud of her clutch.
Walking among the eggs brought both sadness and profound happiness to the girl at once. Though lingering memories still caught at her mind, Raelwyn couldn’t keep the smile off her face, her hands reverent as they hovered over the first shell she came to. Trith…poor Trith had been forced in her Flight, but it was not the fault of these beautiful little ones, it couldn’t be held against them. They were innocent in what had occurred to the great queen, and so the harper finally lowered her hands, touching the surface gently and slowly. It was the Apple-Cinnamon Egg she stood beside, her fingers ghosting along the shell. As her palm flattened against the shell, the aura of gentleness danced along her skin, and the girl smiled at the large egg. The vibrant colors moved across the surface in a pleasing way, patterns on the bottom reminding her of something. Shaking her head, Rael smiled once more, hands moving across the rather round egg in a gentle, soothing movement. “Good luck, love.” She said softly, straightening. She wanted to spend more time with the kind egg, but it was a large clutch, and Trith didn’t seem to be in the mood for visitors overstaying their welcome. She had many more eggs to see.
Moving on, she found herself next to the White Tea Egg, the warm and accepting aura drawing her nearer. It was a sweet egg, certainly, one that she wanted to get to know. Kneeling, Raelwyn again softly pressed her palm against the egg, feeling the curiosity now as well. What an adorable egg! Smiling, the harper traced her fingers along the silver surface, finding herself following the vague green patterns. After a moment, the candidate blinked, re-tracing the color once more. Was that an…axe? A hammer? How strange! Blinking, the girl leaned even closer, her hands still moving across the shell, their touch soft and soothing. “What are you trying to tell us, little love?” She whispered, eyes even finding something that resembled a runner, though there was an odd protuberance between it’s eyes. Tilting her head slightly, Raelwyn glanced back to the Apple-Cinnamon Egg, remembering the green triangles on the bottom and the pattern she saw. Did the whole clutch have such marks? What did that mean? Shaking her head, the harper smiled again, her curiosity piqued. “May you find your bonded soon, my sweet one.” She whispered to the White Tea Egg, and then moved on once more.
The next egg Raelwyn paused beside was the Darjeeling Egg, the rather pretty shell catching her attention quickly. Once more, the candidate went to her knees in the sands, ignoring the warmth that quickly encompassed her. Her gentle hands ghosting along the surface, the girl almost immediately smiled at the happiness that bounced off the shell. Such sweet dragonets inside this clutch, it seemed! Once more, her fingers subconsciously traced the patterns within the surface, the tips gently moving along the arc and crescent. Frowning lightly, the harper wondered what it all symbolized. Still, her light touch moved across the egg gently and reverently, pouring her well-wishes and hope into her every move. There were blossoms and odd insects, ones that she knew but couldn’t name at the moment. Obviously, the little one within couldn’t wait to get out, and at that, Rael smiled. “You’ll get your chance, sweetheart.” The girl said softly, stroking the shell gently. “But until then, grow strong and well. Good luck.” With that, she stood, giving the egg once last, soft farewell pat on the side.
Through the clutch she went, stepping around eggs already taken by other candidates, and finally stopped near one of the largest shells. Hues of gold swept across the surface, making the girl blink once. Could it be? Perhaps, and perhaps not. That mattered little, however, when the feel of the aura overcame her. Shaking her head, Raelwyn stepped forward, pressing her palm against the Jasmine Egg with reverence. Gentle and sweet, she first felt, and the girl smiled quickly. It was a very pleasant feeling, one that chased down her spine and spread through her body. However, a curious emotion also tugged at her consciousness, a feeling that made the harper blink and attempt to clear her head. It was as if she walked a tightrope above the cliffs of Cerulean, and she knew that any moment she could fall. There was a rush that accompanied it, and the candidate worked for a moment to overcome the brief headiness, and afterward, she smiled slightly. The dragonet inside was obviously a sweet and gentle soul, the two emotions being the strongest she felt. Rael moved her fingers along the bright shell, ghosting along the scepter and the fighting draybeasts. Her green eyes moved along the odd pictures even as her gentle hands did, her touch soft but secure and respectful. “What do they mean, little one?” She asked softly, leaning forward until her cheek almost touched the gold shell. Certainly, the candidate would hardly be able to sleep that night, trying to decipher the odd markings on each shell in her mind. Smiling, Raelwyn stroked the egg once last time. “Be well, my love. May you find Yours.” Then, the girl stood, dusting a bit of sand off her skirt as she went to the next egg.
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As he received permission to approach the clutch, once more awed by the touch of the queen’s mind, Elric bowed before her one last time, hoping to display his gratitude. After doing so, he followed the blonde forward, quirking a brow when her face changed so greatly after touching a shell.
To be perfectly honest, the boy had no idea what to expect, but his face remained utterly blank despite his slight uncertainty. Moving forward as he had seen the girl do, Elric approached one of the eggs curiously, his movements respectful but sure. Slowly, the candidate pressed his palm against the Aureum Tea Egg, gentle yet firm in his strength. At first, the pulse was low, but suddenly feelings arose within the shell, flowing into the candidate quite clearly. Initially, Elric was mildly surprised at the sensation, but he quickly overcame his primary shock and could only be rather intrigued by such an occurrence. ‘Fascinating.’ He thought evenly, one brow quirking as he realized these eggs could convey feelings and emotions to whomever they touched. The candidate had not expected that. The presence within seemed strong and unmovable, a fortress that wouldn’t budge. Thinking quickly about the odd ability to share feelings the eggs held, the boy wondered if they could feel his mind as well. Answers to that would have to come later, though, as he knew today was not the time to stand and contemplate such things. So, Elric moved his hands along the shell, familiarizing himself with the play of reds and black. He pressed back with own conscience, wondering if he would elicit any response from the egg. That would have been fascinating indeed.
Moving on, he paused next to a smaller egg, an aura of solidness about it. Elric was intrigued, and so went smoothly down to one knee, now fully prepared for what would happen. His large hand pressed firmly but carefully against the shell of the Phoenix Pearls Egg, quickly greeted by the emotions that lay within. Again, the candidate couldn’t help but quirk a brow, utterly fascinated with this ability of the dragonets. A light appearing in his black eyes, the boy found himself captivated by the Touching. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and his drive to Impress was only further strengthened. Allowing his gaze to wander over the shell, he could pick out strange images among the color, most noticeably a knife and saw. Elric wondered if all eggs were like the ones in this clutch, or if these were special in their markings. Certainly, he had not expected to find such shapes upon natural shells. It seemed illogical. And yet, these were the children of dragons, and nothing exactly ordinary. It seemed fitting that each egg was so unique and fascinating. After a moment, the boy straightened and made his way through the clutch, choosing not to speak as some of his fellow candidates did. He was certain that they could understand how he felt without verbal expression.
The Black Tea Egg received his attention next, and the candidate could immediately feel the scrutiny as he approached. This one weighed him, judged him, and Elric approached solidly, pressing his hand against the shell without hesitation. He had nothing to fear against being judged, as he was himself, and that was all the boy had to give. Quirking a brow at the sensation, he shook his head, unable to keep the word ‘fascinating’ from coming to the forefront of his mind. Even though he now expected this behavior from the clutch, it had not lessened his interest with it. Quickly, he began to study the egg, trying to sense the emotions further from the dragonet within. Clearly, red was the most predominant hue, dashed with darker colors sporadically. Elric searched for the markings that he knew would reside upon the shell, quickly identifying a set of scales, and even stranger, a castle. Blinking, the boy leaned closer, studying the image with quite a bit of interest. The dragon above also caught his eye, evoking the strongest response from him. How odd. What did it mean? He would certainly be awake for quite some time, contemplating all he saw and felt. Pressing his hand slightly more solidly against the egg in farewell, Elric stood, turning to approach another.
Stepping to the outskirts of the clutch, the candidate approached a multi-hued shell, stopping beside the Pekoe Egg. Once more kneeling, Elric rested his palm on the surface only to be greeted by a strange feeling, his eyebrow quirking. This one was…unfeeling, almost, as if it truly didn’t care whether he was there or not. And yet, when the boy began to draw his hand back, an odd emotion curled about him as if the Pekoe Egg wanted to keep him near. Fascinating. He pressed his hand firmly against the shell, attempting to study the odd feelings. The apathetic portion of the egg reminded the runner forcibly of himself, though he wasn’t certain if they were alike in that respect. Black gaze studying the surface, Elric identified several markings, including a spade and a smaller draybeast, though he was quite unsure of what the other creature would be. For several moments, the candidate stayed near the egg, then quickly made himself to stand, certain that Trith would like for him to move on soon. With a final touch, Elric moved on to another shell.
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Honestly, Keiko never got tired of Touchings. She had been through quite a few, and each time the eggs were always unique and amazing. She enjoyed meeting them, even if she didn’t Impress afterward. It was a treat just to feel the aura under her hands and in her mind. Grinning, the girl once more bowed to Trith after receiving her permission and bounced up to her first egg, though she was certain to be careful and not touch any by accident. Standing before the Chai Egg, the candidate pressed both hands against the shell, immediately overcome by the sheer kindness of the one within. It made her grin and move closer, her body almost touching the shell. “Wow. You’re a sweet baby.” She cooed, fingers moving gently and playfully over the hues of brown that decorated the egg. Suddenly, her grey eyes focused upon one point in the egg, narrowing until she blinked once. Were those…canines? Shaking her head, Keiko bent down to examine the shapes closely, and found that there were indeed three of them upon the shell. Abruptly, she laughed softly. “Jazzy.” The girl said quietly, winking at the egg. “Take care of yourself, honey.” The candidate said, then danced off to another.
Caught by the lovely shell of another egg, the girl immediately approached the Lemongrass Egg, her grey eyes moving over the colors and patterns that adorned the surface. Smiling, Keiko lowered herself beside it, pressing one hand against a blue flower that decorated the shell. Hands roving over the egg, the candidate was quickly immersed in the aura that surrounded it, feeling the welcome and reserved emotions. That was odd, certainly, to have such conflicting feelings from the same egg, but it only made her all the more interested in learning more about this one. She could feel the humor underneath as well, and grinned in reply, even if the dragonet within was laughing at her. It was certainly a beautiful shell, and Keiko spent a few moments just petting it, studying the patterns while whispering softly to the inhabitant. She could even discern a falcon among the colors, and shook her head, marveling at the details on this clutch. The candidate had never seen anything like it. “Good luck, babe. I hope you do well.”
Not wanting to overstay her welcome with the Lemongrass Egg, the girl moved on until she felt another presence she liked. This time, it was the Orange Zest Egg that caught her, the bright and cheerful feelings drawing her in like a moth to a flame. Suddenly, an even larger grin curved her lips, and Keiko placed her hands against the shell eagerly, savoring such heady emotions. Even the colors upon the egg were invigorating and bright, a beautiful mix of red, orange, and yellow. Excitement was thick within her veins as the candidate allowed her hands and fingers to dance over the shell, reverent but warm in their touch. She truly liked this egg, though the girl doubted such a large shell would bring forth a dragonet that would Impress to her. Still, she enjoyed the presence of the Orange Zest Egg, and smiled at it as she patted the surface affectionately. “You are a lovely one, honey.” She said softly, her voice warm. “Your bonded is going to be a lucky one. I wish you the best, babycakes.” With that, she ran her hand down the side one more time before reluctantly moving off.
This time, a smaller egg drew her, the girl allowing her hand to hover over the mint-hued shell. Standing beside the Ginseng Egg, Keiko marveled at the red and purple bursts, eyes tracing the bright patterns as they danced across the surface. Kneeling, the candidate held both hands still before placing them against the shell, immediately giving a slow smile at the feel of sweetness that greeted her. There was a coyness within the sweetness as well, which the girl found attractive. Petting the shell affectionately, she whispered as she did. “Hello, honey.” She said softly, giving a little half-smile at the pleasing aura of this one. She thought she could make out a dagger depicted upon the surface, as well as a hare and feline. Those were odd symbols, to be certain, and it made Keiko frown lightly. Why did the shells all show so much within their colors? Did it mean something? Shaking her head, the candidate could only wonder at it, and decided it was best left as a mystery to her. “You are adorable, little sweety.” She cooed, hands tracing over the shell. “Good luck on your big day.” Then, Keiko moved on, glancing back at the little cute one as she did.
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 8:30:51 GMT -5
In his weyr, H’seo had been oiling his riding leathers when the pandemonium first erupted, causing the rather tall, lanky rider to leap to his feet. “What the Fall?” He drawled, brows knitted together. Partner, what the shards is going on?
I…I don’t know, Mine. The blue replied, gazing in horror at the ground below. People were streaming from the weyrhall, men among them that attacked those of Cerulean. There are strange men below, and they are hurting our friends! And tunnelsnakes everywhere!
For a moment, the wingrider could only stare in frozen shock towards his Ledge. “What in the name of Faranth is going on?” Quickly, H’seo darted over to his wall and grabbed his only sword, jerking the scabbard off as he ran towards his blue. Could they be in league with the bronze that attacked Trith? He asked, leaping onto his dragon’s back with quick and practiced ease.
Shaking his head, Reinth let out a short bellow as he dropped from the ledge and winged downward at a dizzying pace. Impossible to know, Mine, but I do know we had best watch our feet. I have seen many drop from bites so far.
Shaking his head, the lanky wingrider jumped down and landed on the balls of his feet, running toward the nearest attacker. They clashed abruptly, but the man’s little beltknife had nothing on the sword his father had given him. With a snarl, H’seo sent the first to the ground, whirling to find another target. Reinth wanted to help, but with so many drudges milling about, it impeded the blue’s maneuverability. He couldn’t strike with his tail without risking hurting a Cerulean. Growling, the dragon instead darted forward, reaching out with a forepaw to grab at an attacker’s legs. The man went down, and Reinth shoved his paw against the stranger’s stomach with all his might, effectively crushing his bones and organs.
Though neither man nor dragon were known as violent, both H’seo and Reinth fought with deadly fury, showing no mercy to these strangers that would dare harm their weyr. As the blue took down another, he abruptly felt a pain on his flank, and bellowed in surprise. His rider jerked at the sudden feelings of hurt and confusion, and quickly dispatched the man before him. Shoving his way through the crowd, the wingrider leapt at the attacker who had dared to harm Reinth, yelling wordlessly. Get out of here, partner! Go, go!
I would never leave you! The dragon replied vehemently, rearing up to bat at another attacker.
I don’t want to see you killed! H’seo insisted, struggling against the stranger.
Shaking his head, Reinth plowed on, snapping and swiping whenever he had the chance. If you die, I die. It doesn’t matter, Mine. I love you, H’seo. I’d give my life for yours. That is a good end for a dragon.
Feeling a lump in his throat, H’seo fought on, now knowing that this was a fight they couldn’t win, even fighting side-by-side. I love you too, Reinth. But the blue was right. To die in the defense of the weyr and for each other. That was a good end for a rider and his partner.
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Post by Thorney on Oct 27, 2010 7:57:37 GMT -5
Despite now having a rather large brown to take rides with as he wished, K’ron still enjoyed visiting the stables occasionally to take a runner out. Unlike his wonderful Calzanth, they couldn’t react to his every thought, which in turn made them a bit more of a challenge. It reminded him of the days on Conner’s ranch, working the cattle with Riona. Things had certainly changed since then. Of course, the boy wouldn’t have wished a single thing different, for Calzanth was his everything.
And you are mine. The brown rumbled in his mind, causing a smile to stretch across his rider’s face. Will be done soon, K’ronMine?
Guiding the borrowed runner back to the stable, the lean boy dismounted, patting the animal’s neck fondly. Just finished, Cal. I’ll be there in a bit. After he had unsaddled and rubbed down the runnerbeast, the weyrling grabbed his bow and quiver before leaving the stables. K’ron had planned on some archery practice that morning, but it turned out he had ridden longer than planned. Of course, being the diligent worker he was, the boy had already finished his chores for the day, so he had nothing to worry about until lessons. Although, he needed to take his brown out soon, to feed and bathe. He did love to spend time with Calzanth physically, even if the dragon was always with him mentally.
However, as he exited the stables, the weyrling caught sight of a rather odd thing. Filthy dragons feeding with riders still on their backs. That didn’t seem right, and the boy approached one of the senior beastcrafters and was about to question the odd occurrence when all Fall broke loose. Staggering back as the strangers rushed the herds, K’ron felt his face darken into a deep and dangerous scowl. So…they were back, only this time, they had brought far, far more. The senior was calling all of the beastcrafters together now, to send them to the defense of their herds, and without hesitation, the brownweyrling stepped forward. “I’ll fight.” He said stoically, nodding to the others. Sent towards the eleven attacking the pens, K’ron knocked an arrow as he ran with the others.
Mine! What are you doing?! Calzanth cried, leaping up and scrabbling out of his room. I am not there to protect you. You WAIT for me. The brown snarled, leaping into the air with single-minded intensity. He saw the four strangers hovering over the rider’s weyrs, attacking them, but he couldn’t help them. He had to get to His.
Taking careful aim with his trained eye, the weyrling lowered his shot until it would land in the attacker’s calf. Even if these were hardened and evil men, K’ron couldn’t take another life. Not unless he had to. So, the boy decided to incapacitate as many as possible, and the others could decide what to do from there. Leaving a couple alive to interrogate wouldn’t be a bad idea, though. Letting loose four more arrows, aiming for the legs, K’ron would only hope they all flew true. No! He practically yelled back, a bit of panic awakening within him. Don’t you dare come here, Calzanth! Stay where it’s safe.
Snorting, the brown ignored his rider and landed near the eleven men, directly in front of the pens. Bellowing, the mammoth brown stepped and swung his tail at the attackers, aiming to take down as many as he could. Nowhere is safe now, Mine. They cover the weyr.
Upon hearing that, K’ron felt his whole body grow cold. The whole weyr? How was it possible?? How had this happened? However, the sight of his dragon trying to fend off the attackers broke him from his shock, and the weyrling knocked another arrow, icy fury within his veins. He would still take down as many as he could, but…if one even looked like they were going to hit Calzanth, K’ron knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to land a killing blow.
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Thorney
Dragonrider
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Post by Thorney on Oct 26, 2010 11:17:05 GMT -5
To put it simply, Keiko hated firestone bagging. It was the single most filthy, disgusting chore she had ever had the displeasure of performing, and she complained bitterly the whole time. “Ugh, this is like, the worst thing ever.” The girl moaned, ignoring the glare the dockmaster directed her way. Just because he ruled over the docks didn’t mean she was going to worry about what he thought of her. All she cared about was how those she liked thought of her. Namely, Jazzy, V’ton, and Trith. Well, and the eggs, of course! Listlessly dropping more heavy stone inside the bag, the candidate thought longingly of the clutch on the sands, of finding her partner among those glorious eggs. Even though she could have totally hamstrung that jerk of a bronze, it wasn’t the babies’ fault, and Keiko wanted nothing more than to finally Impress. Besides, Trith was one of the most beautiful and glorious dragons she had ever laid eyes on, despite whatever that stupid ugly beast did to her, and to Impress to one of her clutch…oh, how badly the girl wanted it!
Sighing for what was likely the hundredth time, the candidate abruptly froze, grey eyes going wide at the voice in her mind. It was time? It was! The Touching was beginning! Grinning, she winked mischievously at the other workers and darted off, more than happy to shirk on that particular chore. She had chipped her nail polish and even gotten smudges all over her clothing. Wrinkling her nose as she ran up the steps, Keiko decided that she couldn’t go straight to the sands. She looked absolutely terrible, and she wasn’t about to appear before the queen like that. She had a few moments of leniency, especially with how quickly she had dropped her nasty chore. Grabbing the door as she passed, she ducked into the candidate barracks, practically falling into her room. As she did, Jazzy jumped up, his tail wagging and ready to pounce on the girl.
“Can’t cuddle right now, Jazz!” She chirped, expertly avoiding his leap and dashing over to her trunk. “I gotta go see babies!” Tilting his head, the black canine watched her curiously as she practically jerked off her clothing and washed her hands before pulling on replacements so quickly it was magic. “Bye baby, I’ll feed you later!” With that, Keiko ran out, pelting toward the sands. By then, several candidates had already arrived, but she certainly wasn’t late. Smoothing her hair down, heeding the bronze’s previous advice, she slowed before actually getting too close, making sure her bright pink shirt and pink-and-black striped skirt was settled nicely. She looked…bright and strange against the others, but that was just Keiko for you. She always stood out with her quirky fashion sense.
Approaching the queen, the candidate glanced to the side and found her favorite bronzerider seated and watching them, and she was suddenly extremely glad she had stopped to change. Winking flirtatiously at V’ton, the girl wiggled her fingers at him in greeting, turning back towards the gold when the line moved. A satisfied smile was on her lips as she did, thinking of the day she had arrived at Cerulean. They had…become quite close that day, and had promised to see more of each other afterward. Honestly, Keiko truly liked the wingleader, not just his more decadent skills, and she was looking forward to spending more time with him. More intimate time wouldn’t hurt, either. Pushing those thoughts away as she neared the lady gold, the candidate found herself becoming a little more subdued than usual. To think of what Trith had gone through…it made the girl want to find that jerk of a dragon and pull out his claws one by one. However, she smiled brightly at the dragon and rider as she stood before them, curtsying with flair. “Hello, dear beauty of a gold. And hello, lovely Weyrwoman. I would totally love to Touch your eggs, if you would please allow it.”
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