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Post by Mango on Oct 19, 2010 21:52:38 GMT -5
Player: Name: Mango Are you 17+?: Yes Contact Information: AIM: Email: mangonumnum@yahoo.com Past RP Experience: Rawr Character: Name: Tazar Age: 17 (Late Winter) Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Occupation: Second-in-line to Nerat Hold/Candidate Description: Tazar’s features are very strong and very similar to the rest of his family’s (due to the amount of inbreeding and cousin-marrying done in the past). He stands fairly tall at 5’11”. He weighs about 180 pounds, much of that muscles built from his combat training, dance training, and fighting with his brother. That 5’11” body is topped with short, thick curly locks, black as night. They stay short and are spiraled tight against his head never poofing out. He has a strong face with a very distinct, square jaw and high cheek bones, making him look a bit harsh. This effect is emphasized by his eyes. They are brown. But this usually warm color seems cold with him and his stare, whether he is trying to be charming or rude, is aggressive and almost animalistic. His nose is slightly large, but seeing as that is a common trait in his family, he takes it as something to be proud of, a sign of his noble lineage and great power. He has thin lips which often twist into either a smirk or a frown. Even his most genuine smile is slightly distorted by their sharp thinness and it makes for a slightly off-setting view. Much to his dismay, he is clean-shaven. Not yet having the thick black beards that his dad and older brother possess. He stands proud and with his broad shoulders back as if that asserts himself as a man. His clothing is always lavish and rich and sits well with his pale skin and dark hair. He prefers expensive-looking colors like golds and silvers and jewel tones. He always makes sure his clothes fit properly and look good on him. Personality: Tazar would be the perfect Lord Holder. He is usually calm, aggressive, relatively intelligent without being scholarly, elegant and noble-like. However, most of these traits were simply expected of him. After all, he was the son of a Lord Holder, even if he was the second son. From birth, he was taught the ways of the Hold. He was taught manners, etiquette, charm, military strategy, history, leadership skills and anything else seen fit. However, as his older brother grew and proved himself extremely capable of being a good Lord Holder, Tazar’s lessons were slowly slackened by his father. Left with unusable knowledge, Tazar continued to grow up bitter and hating his brother. He took out his anger and frustration by competing with his brother in everything- strength, knowledge, dance, combat skills, etiquette, and, eventually, womanizing. Though Tazar was fairly skilled in all these things, his brother surpassed him always. With little hope of becoming Lord Holder, Tazar was left as a competitive, angry, womanizer with some knowledge and manners. Tazar is quick to flirt with most females. As long as they are relatively attractive. He’s extremely superficial and believes himself to be beautiful and a paragon of attractive manhood. He has two people inside of him. One is charming and well-mannered and almost likeable. The other is annoying, self-righteous, rude and cocky. He usually knows when to use which side of himself and can switch in a second. Around attractive women and figures of authority, he is charming and seems amiable enough (Though most women tend to find him much too friendly). In front of those he feels above, which is most, he is rather rude. History: Nerat Hold. Ruled over by the hard Lord Holder, Cazar and his lovely, but also hard wife, Marietta. The perfect Lord Holder family. Well, almost. They needed a male heir to keep the Hold in their family. It wasn’t too long before Marietta became pregnant. Though she was absolutely miserable, she kept it to herself and the birth occurred without a hitch. A boy. A healthy, beautiful baby boy they called Zarem. As long as the boy grew up strong and learned his lessons well, he would be heir. To the couples delight, they were given another son two turns later. This one was also healthy, though slightly smaller than his brother. This one they dubbed Tazar. The Lord and Lady Holder agreed. Both sons needed to be trained for their father’s position. Just in case. Three turns later, the Lady had yet another child. A girl named Zara, just as beautiful as her mother. As the three children grew, Zarem quickly and easily proved his skills in whatever his teachers gave to him. Things were looking worse and worse for Tazar. So Tazar separated himself from his brother. No use in getting attached to the one who he had to beat, the one whom he wished dead so he could take his rightful place. Thus, Tazar grew close to Zara. The young girl would follow and copy much of what her brother did, finding him the best in the world and much greater than Zarem. Tazar’s ego grew at the praise Zara gave him. As Tazar grew even older, he sought to increase this ego. His lessons were starting to slacken. Though he did well in everything: history, geography, etiquette, military strategy, combat skills, dance, leadership; Zarem beat him in everything. He saw little chance for gaining Lordship. So he started challenging Zarem. Everything became a contest and Tazar lost every time. That’s when Tazar turned to women. He found that females showed him the most attention: he was growing into a fine male. He began to flirt with every pretty girl in the Hold, followed suit by Zara. Of course, he discovered that Zarem was already in this game and ahead of him. His bitterness grew. How could he beat his brother? What could he do that his brother couldn’t? He couldn’t think of a thing. Zarem hit eighteen turns. It was decided, he would assume the leadership role at his father’s passing. And with his excellence in all lessons, it was not doubted that he would be Lord Holder for a long while. As Zara was not close to Zarem, Cazar and Marietta began to look for a young Lord Holder to whom Zara could get married, much to her distaste (she also follows her brother’s love for women). Now what was to be done with Tazar? Where would he fit in? They left him wondering this for a turn, not sure where the second son belonged. That was when the search dragon came, talking about a new Weyr. He showed interest in Tazar. Surely, the boy could Impress. With such leadership skills, maybe even Impress high. Of course, the rider didn’t know that the boy had also grown arrogant, rude, womanizing and bitter. So it was decided that Tazar would try to extend the family into dragonriding. It was Tazar’s last chance to beat his brother for Zarem would never be a dragonrider. And since Tazar could not lead the Hold, he would do his family proud by leading this Cerulean Weyr. Fun Facts: Though Tazar is bitter, he generally does not let it show, seeing it as a sign of weakness. He automatically assumes that those, especially women, that are less attractive than to his likings are lower class and not worth his time. He has a hard time making friends, especially with males. Candidates: Type: Dragon Color Preference: Tazar wants nothing less than a King. It’s what he “ deserves”. (This is all an expression of Tazar’s wants. Please, give him anything you want, mwahahaha. I just like to mess with him! No matter what, I’ll make sure he takes some blows to his ego. It’s fun! –vicious smile-)[/ Rider's Shortened Name: T’zar General Info: He would love a bronze, but I have seen him get many a violent wanna-be-gold green. It’s usually very amusing. But I like surprises. Maulings are fine. RP Search: For time’s sake (since I’m in the middle of a huge project for school), I’m gonna skip this part. Craftskills: Craft:Lord Holding? Level of Proficiency: Obviously not good enough. Specialty: No real speciality Weakness: History is a bit boring to him, but his biggest weakness would have to be defeating his brother in anything.
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Post by Mango on Oct 17, 2010 17:05:25 GMT -5
Ugh...changing glows was soooo boring. Luckily, though, Meta had been assigned to the wher locations so Metask was right on her heels. The brown was growing quickly. Meta loved the big ugly thing. And he loved her. Right now, he was trying to imitate the sound of the fire crackling as they walked. It was an amusing feat and the brown had really made some developments since the had woken up that "morning".
They were to have a break from the monotony though. The sire of Metask soon found them to inform them of a lesson. "Let's go!" Meta grinned, hurrying to the location they were supposed to meet Toven. Glow basket abandoned, the two lopped quickly to the Weyrling Master. "Afternoon," Meta said, grinning. Metask gave a nice grunt, matching Meta's pitch, but not quite able to iitate the vocalpronunciations quite yet. He would work on it.
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Post by Mango on Oct 17, 2010 15:56:26 GMT -5
Player name: Mango Character name: Valee Are you alright with being left standing? Yes. But she'd feel sad. Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: I'm gonna say 3. She's gone through it already, haha. Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? Yes
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Post by Mango on Oct 14, 2010 13:41:02 GMT -5
You could hear him coming from a dragonlength away. A few of the drudges looked up in fear. Not him. Well, he wasn't someone to be feared. No, he never meant any harm in what he did. He was just a lot to handle. A little too much for some of the older or grumpier drudges. No, they saw no amusement in his antics.
Of course, C'ko was this horrible offender of the drudges. The small weyrlign was a little too loud for his size and man found him obnoxious. And the boy was in a particularly obnoxious mood. Surprisingly, the sound of his boots hitting the stone floor was very audible,even despite the noise of the kitchen.
And this was soon followed by his high-pitched voice. "Coooooooooooooooooooooo" he took asmall pause to breathe, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooking! With the end, he slid into the kitchen, arms outspread in a ta-da pose. Of course, this got many glares.C'ko quickly doubted that he would actuall be allowed to cook.
The eventual-bluerider didn't let that get him down and gave everyone in the room. A few of the glares melted. A few got worse. He literally bounced around the kitchen, giving a big,loud,annoying hello to each and every person. He ended at Raelwyn.
"Hiiiiiya!" he called, letting his grin get slightly smaller so he could take in what she was doing. He stood on his tip-toes to properly see what she was doind and nodded his head enthusiastically. He would help!!! Without waiting to be assigned a task or a return greeting from Rael, he began to turn around in circles to find a knife.
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Post by Mango on Oct 13, 2010 22:21:52 GMT -5
Yes, he was definitely not alone. He affirmed this from the light humming that arose from nearby. It slowly reverberated ever so lightly through the caverns. U'ar closed his eyes and took it in. It was amazing how two creatures-humans and dragons- hummed.But their reasons were so different. And the sound was so different.
The dragon's hum was a beautiful thing. It signaled greatness. New dragons with all their strength were to be born. It was a deep sound that came from inside. U'ar doubted he could ever copy it. Or any human for that matter. Whers and firelizards got close. But humans. He hadn't heard a one.
After that, human humming seemed odd and out of place. Like humans had stolen it from their dragon companions. Stolen it and rendered it common. A simple thing to keep a quiet space a little more cheerful. For, certainly, that was what this humming entailed. Just a space filler.
He called out and jumped as metal hit stone. He turned towards the sound, feet walking towards it. He gently positioned his hand a little closer to his belt knife. Yes, the other party was human but who was to say it was someone from the Weyr?
The slightly smirked face of the dragon healer relaxed the brown rider. U'ar's shoulders visibly slumped as he took himself off guard and a smiled pulled at his lips. The light from the torches did horrible things to the bags under his eyes, but the smile seemed to help a little. U'ar was surprised at his desire for company so early. Well, company besides Odyth.
"Good morning, Mikovren," U'ar said, giving a firm head nod, "Odyth fares well. It takes a lot to get that big brown down. I was just trying to get out of the Weyr. Clear my head a little. I like to start the day that way, you know?" He gave a small laugh, not read to offer more detail to the young man. He was a bit of a stranger.
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Post by Mango on Sept 28, 2010 21:30:27 GMT -5
I promise I'll post soon guys. I have a lot of tests this semester (Italian 101 does that to you) and my boyfriend's been acting funny so we've been spending more time together, lol. I'll do my very best to get a post out tomorrow. And then some this weekend.
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Post by Mango on Sept 23, 2010 20:38:09 GMT -5
I'm sorry darling, All our best wishes go with you and your family.
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Post by Mango on Sept 16, 2010 22:46:36 GMT -5
It had been coming. All the males knew. The browns and bronzes had been watching as the lovely Trith got more and more lovely. This had sent U'ar and Odyth into some deep thinking. Were they ready? It had been a long time. They had been thinking about it for several days now, weighing the idea in their heads.
That night, the idea was weighing so heavily on his mind, he had a dream about her. About Mela. Her and Circeth were there. They smiled sweetly at him and bade him and Odyth come sit with him.
The dream seemed like a long one, but U'ar was amazingly happy through the whole thing. Mela and he talked for what felt like hours to the sleeping man. And when Rukbhat was just fighting to rise, Mela gave U'ar a sweet kiss on the lips, gentle and full of love.
I love you she said to him, taking a step back and looking at him with a strange mix of love and happiness and sadness And we shall always love each other. But I'm gone. You have to move on. Be happy. Find another love. It will never replace ours but it could be just as amazing. You'll never know until you try. Circeth and I want you to try. Be truly happy again. For our little Mu. Move on....
And with that, U'ar was awake, tears in his eyes and a soft tingle on his lips. He hoped it would never go away but it started to fade as he became more awake and more aware of his surroundings. It was all a dream. But a most wonderful dream. He sat up in bed and allowed the tears to fall. He cried. He cried hard, but only for a few minutes. It wasn't that he was afraid of crying. It was that was all he needed.
Mela had asked him to move on. That was what he needed to actually do it. It might only be a dream, but it felt so real. He looked to his brown. The large brown looked confidently back at his rider. They had to move on. He was sure it would be what Circeth wanted. U'ar stood and walked over to the creature, leaning against him and staring out into the dawn. It was their dawn, he felt. The dawn where they could breathe a little easier. Already, a knot of worry was gone in his chest.
Yes, he could live his life. It was not a disservice to his Mela. In fact, it would be helpful to his daughter. Suddenly,U'ar's thoughts were interrupted. Odyth raised his large head and stared out into the rising rays of Rukbat. Trith, she Rises. It is time, Mine.
They then heard the challenging bugle. The two had been so lost in thought, they missed her first challenge. U'ar quickly dressed and Odyth took off, giving a strong bugle to the golden beauty. He was there. He was back. He had the Flightlust of many many missed flights pumping through him. He was a bit later than some of the others, but he was strong and large for a brown and wanted it.
As U'ar arrived in the flight room, he was surprised to see that he was not the odlest one there. But that did not matter. Odyth might not have Chased in a while, but he was still in prime condition. They had not given up training for Thread fighting after all. He allowed himself to glance at Samhara and was overcome with lust. She was gorgeous. He had not often seen her and that just made her even more like a goddess. He must have her. Odyth-U'ar wanted it very much. They flew for Mu....they flew for Mela.
Odyth called again to Trith, this time sweetly. She was so beautiful. He glanced over at his competition. Peh. They were no match for him. A few young whelps and an oldtimer. And a blue. And a flit. They were no match. He may not be as agile as the older, smaller brown, but he could catch her. The bronzes here were much to young to claim her. The blue was laughable. He easily tore past a few of the slower competitors, making it a point to fly close to the older brown, Veneth, so that Trith may see that he was the bigger and better creature. He was radiant. Just as when he fought for his Circeth.
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Post by Mango on Sept 16, 2010 17:36:36 GMT -5
((Lo siento!!!!))
Meta slowly began to wake up as she heard a loud creeling at her door. Oh Faranth, Metask was at it again. "Hush you," she muttered, nudging the brown, and plopping her face down into her furs. But the brown just made a confused sort of chirp and looked up at her, obviously sure he didn't make the noise.
Meta slowly rose and blinked, confused as to what was going on. She looked at her brown, wondering if maybe he had the answers. He informed her that they had to go. He was hungry. And sire was making such wonderful noises. He wanted to learn more form his sire! And from everyone! Maybe his clutchbrothers would make fun noises too! But his sisters probably would only be annoying. Ugh.
Meta laughed and slowly got out of bed, understanding that they must have a lesson. She could hear the other brown creeling at another door now. Metask looked at her curiously, as if he was trying to concentrate and made a couple of higher-pitched almsot wheezing grunts.
Merta looked at him curiously as she got dressed. What was he doing? He seemed to be frustrated and concentrating very hard on getting whatever he was doing right. He tried again and looked a little more satisfied. Meta laughed again at his efforts and he instantly looked up at her. Oh! He was trying to laugh!
"You silly thing! Come on. Let's get you food and stuff!" she hurried to get him some blood and oats and then got food for herself. She quickly scrubbed the brown, but didn't pay much attention to herself. She'd bathe later....
"Hello!" she called as she entered, followed by the brown who made a sort of chirp in greeting. She gave a nod to Toven and picked a chair near the middle. She sat down, legs spread nice and open and sligthly slouched. It was how she was most comfortable. She grinned at her brown as he came and settled in between her legs, cuddled against the non-injured one.
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Post by Mango on Sept 14, 2010 23:42:27 GMT -5
So much had happened so quickly! Valee blinked as her friend Impressed one of the brownsthat had hatched. There were also more greens and another brown and a new blue or two. And multiple Impressions. She blinked gently, shaking her head, sending curls flying everywhere.
With her mind striaght, she turned to Batavia with a huge grin on her face. She really hoped to Impress one too. "Congratulations!" she said, keeping one eye on the Hatching, "What are you going to name him?!?" She was curious, but she wanted even more to pay attention to the Hatching. So, for that reason, she hoped Batavia wouldn't want to talk of the brown too much.
Meta was concentrating hard on the Hatching, but it was easy to get lost when it was in the middle like it was. She held out her pieces of meat to the firelizards that passed, but none seemed interested in her. Shards. Suddenly, the Caramel Brown shook the egg goop off of himself. Of course, being crouched, Meta was hit with a lot of it.
She cursed quite audibly and fell back onto her bum, cursing again when the hot sands burnt through the seat of her trousers. She quickly stood up and began fanning herself, the hatching momentarily forgotten. She, unfortunately, missed Dastan's Impression in her antics and did not get to congratulate him, but her butt (even if it was more a flat surface that went past her back) was a little more important right now.
((Sorry, studying for my italian test))
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Post by Mango on Sept 13, 2010 21:43:11 GMT -5
Valee looked up as Batavia moved next to her. She gave a small, sheepish grin at the other girl's comment. "I didn't have time to clean up after chores..." she admitted, looking slightly embarrassed, "But, hey. Maybe it'll give me an advantage." She laughed and smiled, but a cracking sound turned her attention to the eggs. She smiled at the first out, a blue, quickly went to hide behind his mother, quite unsuccessfully.
The next out was a hyperactive green. Valee had to hold back a squeal. They were both so cute! The gold urged them along and Valee held a piece of meat forward, trying to tempt one of the critters to her. The green seemed to know which one she wanted and ran to Zan. Well, that was good. If only the blue would come out of hiding.
Meta watched the eggs hatched and grinned, getting on her knees. Nevermind the hot sand, she wanted to be closer! She held out meat, but the blue seemed more intent on hiding. What a silly thing!
She felt a brush against her mind as Metask awoke slightly and suggested she make noise. That'd make it better for sure. She felt the brown fall back asleep after that. She giggled at his suggestion. Noise would probably scare the blue more. And the green that hatched had already picked a boy. Well, maybe she would make some noise for some of the other hatchlings.
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Post by Mango on Sept 13, 2010 9:33:37 GMT -5
Valee smiled as she was invited forward and allowed to take meat. She eyed the gold curiously. She had seemed to perk up a bit as she approached. Valee thought about that for only a moment before she realized that the flitter probably loved the smell of the fish. That was good!That meant she might have a good chance! Who cared, then, if she was offending to the human sense of smell? That smell might assure her a firelizard!
She grinned widely. Maybe she'd walk away from thisHatching successful. She grabbed a bowl of the meat and stood as close as she dared. The gold obviously liked her smell, but she would surely still get angry if she got too close. She was seeing a pattern of very protective mothers. It was a smart idea, she supposed, with how small the Weyr currently was, but she was kind of wishing that some of the queens would lighten up.
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Meta smiled wide. She was allowed to get some meat! Good. She would have gotten some herself, but Shards was she tired. She grabbed herself some and moved back into line. She smiled as Dastan approached. Another wherling! Toven was there too. She was almost hoping to see Mira too, so it would be most of her wherling class. Still, she felt that Metask would get along more with the two blues rather than the greens of the rest of the class. He didn't much like girls. She wondered, only slightly, what that said about her. Not that she cared very much.
But the Naoko girl was quiet, so she moved closer to Dastan, grinning and slinging an arm around his shoulder once he had gotten everything he needed. "Took ya long enough, you know?" she said, grinning, "With half the wherlings here, we should have a party!" To anyone who didn't know Meta, it would seem like she was flirting witht he other boy, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. If anything, the feelings she elt for the other could be described as Terran "bro" feelings. Indeed, the two could probably have a rad bromance. ((Sorry....I couldn't help it... >.<))
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Post by Mango on Sept 13, 2010 7:52:20 GMT -5
U'ar always enjoyed waking up early. It gave him time to think. It gave him time to gather his thoughts and, eventually, put things to the back of his mind. No sense in walking around with a frown all day after all. He had been spending his mornings walking around the Weyr, learning ever nook and cranny, especially of the Lower Caverns. Just in case Mu decided to have a troublemaking streak and hide there. Not that it was likely that the young girl would ever do anything that would upset anyone. She was more likely to be found in the library than in the Lower Caverns.
But today, U'ar had woken up especially early. He had had trouble sleeping again. And because of that, he wanted to get out of the Weyr. He had heard of some sort of interesting caverns outside of the Weyr and he decided they might be nice to check out. It'd be an interesting distraction from thoughts of his dead love for sure.
His large brown dropped him off in front of the cave, giving him a grumble to be careful. He trusted His. His was strong and smart. Odyth turned to find a warm spot that the Rukbat was starting to shining on. U'ar smiled after his brown. That dragon and his daughter were the things that saved his life. Though it was true that the brown would have died as well if U'ar had died.
He walked into the cave, hand resting lightly on his beltknife. He didn't know what to expect from the caves. There could easily be felines hidden in there. He was only lightly on guard though. He wasn't going to let a possibility to explore something new and distract himself be too ruined. He padded in, hand lightly touching the walls. He had brought a small basket of glows with him, but it didn't add too much light. Well, Shards. But, curiously, he swore he saw a flicker of light up ahead. Perhaps he wasn't alone?
U'ar slowly walked forward. He could definitely see a flicker of light now. He paused for a moment, not sure what to do, then called out "Hello?"
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Post by Mango on Sept 11, 2010 10:03:24 GMT -5
Chores, chores, chores. That seemed like the only thing happening around here. Valee didn't mind too much. At least her stomach had healed wonderfully. She was glad that the scarring was very light. It never even itched anymore.
She had just finished the day's chores. Scrubbing the docks was hard, kinda gross work. But they shined once she left. She, however, was not shining too much. She frowned down at her muck-covered hands and the knees of her pants. She needed a bath. And that's exactly where she was heading, curls bouncing despite the grime in them. Without thinking, she had run her hand through them. She could only imagine what was left in there.
However, a bath didn't seem to be the thing that was in store for her. She blinked as a dragon's mind touched hers briefly. A hatching? There was no dragon hatching. The wher hatching had just finished. What could it be? Suddenly, it hit her. The flit hatching! The hopes of getting clean and smelling of something other than fish left her mind as she rushed towards the Sands. Hopefully, the little gold wouldn't find her too offensive. Valee always did her best when it came to hatchings. But she didn't have time to go bathe now.
She arrived not he Sands where some others had gathered. She paused for a moment. She should probably bow. I mean, firelizards probably would get angry if not shown the proper respect. SHe gave a quick curtsy to the lovely Queen and looked from her to L'cin. "I'd really like to try and Impress one, if that's ok." she gave a winning smile, but was secretly hoping that no one found her too offensive. She had been really scrubbing the docks. WHat did they expect? You got sweaty and dirty and smelly doing that. If the Hatching had started a candlemark later, she would have at least been mostly clean. She wasn't sure how long it would take to get the fish smell off.
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Meta was glad for her preparations. She felt like she was one of the few that slept more like their wher already. Metask was so wonderful, she wanted to be awake for him. That way, they could play after their lessons and chores were done. She was so proud of him, he was getting so big.
The brown wher was currently sprawled out on his couch, making a strange almost-whistling noise in his sleep. It was a noise he had been trying to perfect the past few nights. But Meta wasn't quite sure where he had heard it or what it'd sound like when it was perfected. She was happily sprawled out on her bed, making her own sort of noises. Loud, obnoxious snoring.
This....peaceful...sleep wasn't to last long. A dragon mind brushed hers and quickly woke her up. Oh no! The Hatching! She wanted a wher! With that thought in her mind, that she had missed the wher hatching, she scrambled out of bed and landed face to face with her wher who slowly opened one eye. Oh, yeah.... She had already been to the Wher Hatching. Then what Hatching was it?
Flitter! She grinned. That'd be sweet!!! Metask made a small huff. What is she got a stupid girlylittleone? She would bother them with all her troubles. Especially a gold. She would tell him what to do all the time. He made the strange whistling noise which seemed to be an acceptance and the brown slowly fell back asleep. He would love the flit if Meta got one because he loved his Meta. And perhaps she'd get a blue or a brown or a bronze. That wouldn't be too bad at all. They'd be bachelors forever! Well, Meta technically wouldn't, but it didn't matter.
Meta ran towards the Sands, not thinking about how tired she was. Upon arriving, she recognized a couple she knew. And then, after a small bow, she saw the eggs. She gave a cat-call sort of whistle at them-they were a beaut. Suddenly, it hit her. That was the sound Metask was trying to make. She giggled in spite of herself and hit her forehead, not caring if anyone thought she was weird. She moved next to Naoko, clapping her on the back. "They're a nice-looking clutch, ain't they?" Class was never her forte....
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Post by Mango on Sept 3, 2010 13:46:00 GMT -5
So many eggs were moving and hatching now. The Valerian Brown had broken completely free and was staring at the Candidates in the line. Hopefully, he was deciding which one to pick and not which one to attack like his sister. The Dandelion Green was also looking at the candidates, after having been reprimanded for trying to get into the blood and oats.
Meta was enjoying the Hatching so much despite the throb in her leg. As a blue and another green entered the scene, she was ecstatic. One had to be hers, right? She hoped so. The bright green seemed a little more certain who she wanted compared to the others. Now that she didn't have yummy food to distract her, she could decide on a human to bond with. And she did just that, running over to a girl that Meta hadn't yet met. The two happily left and Rozen helped them slice her palm and let the wher taste it.
Meta had to frown slightly at the thought. Her leg was already bleeding. Oh well, bonding was worth it. Her leg could be fixed. It hopefully wouldn't need stitches. -she wasn't a healer or anything. Her hand would heal in no time as she didn't imagine the cut would have to be too deep. This was all assuming she was chosen though, she reminded herself. No sense in getting carried away with thoughts of blood.
The Willow Green and Aloe Vera Blue didn't seem too intent on finding bondeds yet. The former was plopped down onto the ground, probably dizzy from all the moving her egg did. The blue seemed more interested in his sister. A couple of the eggs were still moving. The excitement of their possibilities still kept her hopes up high and put a small mental block on the pain in her leg.
The only other wher hatchling still actively looking was the brown. Did he want a boy? A girl? Meta wasn't sure if whers usually bonded with someone the same gender as them like dragons but she would love the brown. She couldn't make it chose her though. The brown moved to the boys, then seemed to change his mind and move tot he girls. No. Maybe the boys? No. The girls. Suddenly, he turned towards Meta and circled her legs. His name was Metask.
Wait....why'd she know that? She looked down at the brown with happy eyes. Had he chosen her? She was kinda the best of both masculine and feminine worlds. She thought she could feel his mind. No, it was true. She grinned wide and reached down to pick up the wher, taking it out of the circle happily. On the sidelines, she did much what the other girl did. She quickly took out her belt knife and held her hand out. Squishing her eyes together, she held out her palm and made a small incision, just deep enough to draw blood. She held it out to Metask and let him taste her blood, making the bond official.
She then grabbed a bucket of oats and blood and allowed him to eat. He was hungry, she could tell. She remembered someone telling her that he would eat his fill and stop, much unlike dragons, so she let him go at it. She was sure he would need more than the green, being bigger, but she wasn't quite sure how much wher hatchlings ate.
Hopefully, though, it'd be long enough so that she could check out her leg. As the brown ate, she lifted up her pants leg, cocking her head at the gash. Well....that was pointless. Why did she think that'd be helpful since she didn't know anything about wounds. It was bleeding. That's about all she knew.
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