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 Be My Valentine [Hatching], Wher Hatching | 05.09
The Red Star
 Posted on: Feb 13 2018, 11:10 PM
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It was a perfectly quiet afternoon in Landing. Thread wasn’t due to fall for another couple days, the sun was bright and warm on the people’s faces, and the fishermen had reported a surprisingly good catch. The weather was pleasant enough that some supervisors had deigned to let their workers head off to lunch early. Even the candidates might be feeling extra relaxed today, despite the anticipation of the upcoming egg viewing weighing on their minds.

Of course, all of that went out the window when the firelizards started to hum.

At first, the researchers thought it was simply a birth. That was a good sign: the colony needed more numbers to keep it stable and healthy, especially after all the tragic losses incurred by that first ‘Fall. But more and more firelizards began to flit to and fro, growing increasingly agitated in their song—and collecting in conspicuous numbers on top of the roof of the incubation chamber—worries began to multiply.

Those fears were confirmed when Karine Juel received a panicked and anxious message on her pager from none other than Wind Blossom Ping.

’Eggs hatching. Get candidates to incubator.’

It was weeks early—but as even a few of the young dragons began to join into the song with their throaty humans, the reality was unmistakeable.

The eggs were ready, and whatever was inside was going to come out—whether or not the candidates were ready too.

As the candidates rushed into the room, one by one, they’d immediately notice the strange texture of the eggs. Misshapen and wrinkled, it seemed they had never smoothed out like the ones before—simply hardening as strange lumps. The minds inside felt different too: still buzzing, active. Yet somehow—

Different.

Wind Blossom watched with a pale face as, slowly, the incubator began to fill out with people. She’d allowed each candidate to bring family with them this time. Perhaps that had been a mistake.

In her mind, she went over her calculations one by one, trying to reassure herself that she had gotten them all correct. She couldn’t think of where she would’ve gone wrong.

But she’d missed something. Something deep in her gut screamed at her that somewhere, she’d made a mistake. What had she done wrong?

What had she missed?




OOC: Welcome to our first wher hatching! This one will work a little differently than our dragon hatching, given the way whers Impress. When your baby hatches, I will tag you so that you can come and claim it. If I don’t tag it, it’s probably an adoptable.

Have fun! As a reminder, the first egg will hatch on February 14th, between 1-3pm PST.




Gold Pinsk - Wind Blossom Ping [NPC]
Bronze Leonask - Leo Bishop (North)
Gold Alesk - Alexandra Nadolski (Ecksdee)
Brown ---sk - Adoptable
Brown Vask - Avaline Crawford (Wolf)
Bronze Tumsk - Autumn Hall (RedShoesWrites)
Bronze Atysk - Caty Turnbull (Otterly)
Brown ---sk - Adoptable
Gold ---sk - Adoptable

otterly, North, Wolf, RedShoesWrites, Calico, Moony, Prongs, Ecksdee
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Leo Bishop
 Posted on: Feb 13 2018, 11:50 PM
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Leonard Bishop had no family.

He was panicked, to be sure, but smothering it well. The eggs were not supposed to be hatching this early – they had been assured, several times, that they would be waiting around a few weeks more. The wait was agony, but after the advent of the first hatching, he didn't mind the extra time to collect himself. Knowing a date, even an estimate, made it easier to stomach. Easier to feel ready. As it were, though, the early hatching stripped him of that comfort – and he filed into the incubation room alone. No one to stand beside him except the other candidates; no one to cheer him on.

He wondered what Aunt Jennifer would have thought of this. Of him – little Leo – pitting himself against telepathic aberrations. She died before the project had been implemented. Barely knew him as a man, he considered. Only as a boy, moody, plucking at his guitar tunelessly, hiding behind headphones. He'd more or less left music behind, now. Played rarely. For better or for worse, he emptied his life and made it all about the hatching that he was now stepping into.

But it was too early. It didn't feel right.

His mouth was a hard, tight line on his pale face. He squinted at the misshapen eggs. He recalled the painful waiting of the first hatching – felt like a full day. Maybe, at least, to spare them all the distress, they'd hatch quickly.

God.

He could only hope so.


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Avaline Crawford
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 10:06 AM
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The eggs were hatching? At first Avaline was sure she'd heard wrong, even with the obvious evidence of the humming firelizards and dragons. They hadn't even seen the eggs yet! She'd never considered herself a particularly intuitive person, but her gut twisted and shoulders tightened with the sudden feeling that this wasn't good.

Not that her worry was going to keep her from attending. She'd worked too hard in the Candidate program to ignore this chance. She'd missed out on bonding to a dragon at the first hatching - she was determined that this time, one of the creatures would bond to her. It'd have helped if anyone had been able to figure out exactly what had drawn the baby dragons to specific people so she could know what to do or not to do, but she shoved that worry down as she made her way to the incubator room.

Her brow wrinkled in concern as she entered the room and saw the misshapen eggs. They hadn't looked like that last time! She felt her gut twist again, but forced the feeling down. These were genetically engineered creatures. There were bound to be some weirdness that she didn't understand. As long as the creatures inside would be able to defend against the Thread, that was all that mattered. She forced herself to take a deep breath, square her shoulders, and wait.

Hopefully these eggs wouldn't keep them waiting long.


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Caty Turnbull
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 12:13 PM
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Caty was sitting in her office on her break when her fire lizards took up their humming. Rainy and Pippin both rose up, eyes whirling, and let the sound vibrate through them. She looked up at them in surprise. She knew of no babies expected today, of the animal sort--perhaps a human child--

But no--

There was a flash of the incubation room in Caty's mind, and she knew right away that something was wrong. She was up from her desk in a hurry, sending papers flying about, and hurried off. The fire lizards followed suit, though Caty wasn't feeling the same excitement that they were.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath as she made it to the incubation room. "Shit! It's too early!" They needed these dragons, more than many of the civilians realized, and Caty didn't know what would happen if they hatched now.

But she had been studying the relationships between dragon and rider, and she suspected that it may not be good.

She flung herself into the incubation room and came to stand near Wind Blossom. "What's going on?" she demanded, trying to catch her breath. "What could have happened?"

Caty looked worriedly at the eggs, and saw how they were misshapen and wrinkled. Not entirely unlike the eggs of some Earth-species she had seen, but very much unlike the first clutch of dragons and the fire lizards both.

Still-- She could tell the the minds inside were at least active, and Caty bit her lip. Perhaps there was still hope that it could all turn out all right.
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Lawrence Andrews
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 01:03 PM
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Being hustled to the incubation room only added to Lucky's worry. The last hatching had been an ordeal, did he really think he could go through all of that again and still be optimistic? When Lucky saw the lumpy wrinkly things before them he bawlked and looked at Captain Juel, to Doctor Turnbull and his eyes even fell on the aggressive Wind Blossom.

They hadn't even got to talk to these eggs! What would they be like? Were they even well? They were rocking, their minds alight and Lucky knew they would come even if the rest of them were not ready. Lucky wasn't ready. He couldn't think that he would want a dragon, not after all the trouble they were causing, but he would not back away. Captain Juel had done her best to make them soldiers, and Lucky would not abandon his comrades now.

Squaring his shoulders Lawrence stared intently at the assembly of eggs, steeling himself for whatever might come. Hopefully, no one else would get clawed this time. Hopefully, the eggs were just early, their artificial shells under-formed and everything would be fine, even if the faces of the three women in their command belied that things were decidedly not fine.
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Karine Juel
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 01:13 PM
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Though Karine had done her best to remain stoic and fierce-looking while ushering the candidates into the incubator room, she could not stop the worrying twitch that pulled at her jaw every few seconds. She must have drunk too much klah, downing it as she had. Damn.

Wind Blossom was pale, and Karine knew the woman had erred. She was not her grandmother. She had failed in replicating something. Captian Juel couldn't figure out what of course, she was a Captain, a relic of war, nothing more - but this wasn't going at all according to the plan. The calculations must be precise, that much Karine knew and though she tried, she could not keep the judgmental and sharp look out of her eyes.

When Caty Turnbull rushed in Captian Juel sent her a quelling look. It was bad enough the assembled candidates were looking at them with concern and worry on their faces. The adults in the room must take responsibility to make everyone feel comfortable. The hope of their colony depended on this oddity being successful.

"We're having a hatching." Captian Juel said by way of unhelpful retort, though her eyes also fell back to Wind Blossom, the judgment softening slightly to a fierce curiosity. Was there an explanation? If Doctor Turnbull's questions would miraculously rile an answer from Wind Blossom, Karine would very much like to hear it!
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Sada Crosswell
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 01:23 PM
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Admittedly, Sada didn’t put much stock in her chances today. She certainly wasn’t trying to be pessimistic, but there were simply too many unknowns for her to feel comfortable and confident that a dragon would approach her. To start, there was the fact that there were so few eggs, less than half of what had comprised the first clutch. And then, there was the most glaring issue that this hatching was unplanned in every sense of the word. Sada didn’t know much about the reproductive biology of Pern’s resident alien species, but she had a strong feeling that something was very off, if not outright wrong, with these eggs.

However, even as she and the others were nervously herded into the incubation room, she couldn’t avoid the nervous excitement that hung in the air like electricity. She should be happy! This was going to be something the colony could embrace! Even if these eggs were hatching unexpectedly early, there were going to be more dragons… right? Aegis and Braig sure seemed to think so, if their full-throated hums were anything to go by. The two firelizards darted about her head, their eyes whirling an intense mix of blue and green.

“Alright you two, go on ahead, and behave yourselves.” She watched as the bronze and brown disappeared, most likely to head outside and join the massive fair that perched atop the admin building.

Inside, Sada was met with the same stuffy heat she remembered from eight months ago. And the eggs – they were nothing like she remembered. The ones that faced her now were wrinkly instead of smooth, like the snake eggs she remembered seeing in videos of old Earth. A thin wisp of unease settled in her gut, but she forced the feeling down. She would face whatever came out of those eggs, for better or worse.
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Alexandra Nadolski
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 02:24 PM
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She'd heard Max's humming before the call came, and Alex couldn't be any more confused. Weren't they supposed to hatch at least a month ahead of time? They were supposed to be viewing them soon, but they were being rushed out with an urgency that could only spell out hatching. Her mind was running through the possibilities as they were being prodded along to the incubation room. Everything seemed so wrong, even Max was a little unsure of his hum. And he'd been chugging along confidently when the first dragons hatched. Perhaps all the eggs were destined to die? That'd be terrible for the reputation of the minds behind them, and Alex maybe cared a little. It'd be much better if the reputation of the dragons weren't worsened, if only for her to have a bit better of an image when she eventually Impressed. Which, she assured herself, she would. Impress a golden queen, likely.

When she walked into the room, a guard was posted behind the door to keep watch. Alex scowled. Of course it had to be Felix, the little fucker that he was. But then, maybe it was better that he watched her Impress a queen. That brought a smirk to her face. He'd watch her Impress a dragon and he'd be left alone, like he deserved to be. Felix met her eyes and glared back. No words were exchanged between the two, and Alex eventually made her way to the front of the group. If her gold was going to see her, she needed to be before the other girls. Right as she stopped focusing on Felix, she noticed the eggs. They were smaller, and...wrinkled? Something about that seemed off. What were they? She'd heard they were smooth before, and yet they were alive.

Max crooned, then kept the unsteady humming.


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Nicholas Courter
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 02:43 PM
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He'd been chewing a particularly nice chunk of jerky when the call came, something which shocked him thoroughly. That wasn't right. Lex began humming right away, in an attempt to seem louder than those silly bronzes. "Leshx, carlm down." He mumbled through mushy bits of dried meat, before swallowing and settling the brown down on his shoulder. They were being ushered to the incubation room, a route that was unfortunately familiar for Nick. He couldn't help but be bitter about not Impressing a dragon last time. Why couldn't that one bronze look his way? He had to keep his hopes low this time, maybe it'd feel better when -no, if!- he found his dragon. He so wanted to. What would happen if he didn't?

When Nick entered the incubation room, he noticed the eggs right away. Shit, what happened to them? They weren't lumpy like that last time; he specifically remembered smooth eggs. Were these dragons? The eggs were also a bit smaller, he was sure. And yet, the mental energy was buzzing with life. This wasn't a fluke, was it? Everything about the eggs seemed so...wrong. But they were hatching, so he should make himself ready. He made his way through the candidates, to find a face he hadn't quite expected to see. A face that seemed older than the last time he saw it, but he knew the face.

"Da...dad?!" His jaw nearly dropped through the floor in shock. "Dad, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted nothing to do with the dragons."

"Or whatever these are, anyway." Came the gruff reply. Nick's father walked closer to him, his face lined with stress that wasn't there before. Were there more greys? There was a younger woman standing beside him, and his eyes went to the swollen belly she had. The gears began to creak and slowly turn. "Anyways, I decided to risk being near those things so I could see my son. You decided to ignore me when I asked for you to come home?"

He was trying the guilt trip trick, and Nick clenched his jaw. "No, not ignore! I just...put it aside 'cause I was busy with the sled."

"You just gave me the literal definition of ignoring something, kid." His brow twitched in annoyance. "After this hatching, I want you to come home. Back to the farm."

The woman furrowed her brows in concern. "Jon-"

"I want to be a family again, Nick. Father and son, doesn't that sound nice?" His expression softened a little. "You've had your fun in the skies long enough."

"Can we talk about this later? These eggs can hatch at any moment." Though, it could take hours. But Nick really didn't want to argue with a broken record. Not now, not ever. He was going to keep piloting, even if his dad dragged him away by the ears.
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Fiona Blair
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 03:19 PM
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When they were first being hustled out of the barracks and towards the incubator, Fiona had done so without question - her father had imparted the knowledge to her when teaching her to pilot his old sled that when a higher rank told her jump, all she was to ask was how high, and that only when given permission to speak. So Captain Juel said go to the incubator, so that's where she went. Fiona dropped everything that she had been working on and left with the other candidates and it was easy to forget she was there.

After all, she had moved her things in only that morning (and early at that, determined not to miss any lessons or PT). Without a firelizard with her there was no humming to join the chorus. This wasn't right. Her mother, Moira, was part of the dragon project. One of the many geneticists working in the background. She had been fairly hush hush about the project, save for when the last clutch hatched.

Fiona remembered hearing her mother describe the eggs, remembered how pleased she had been with everything. Even remembered how long it had taken. Stepping into the incubator, her eyes sought out her mother. The woman was pale, and looked worried. Her usually pleasant expression was in an expressive frown, and there was worry in the way the woman held herself. This wasn't right. She wasn't sure what was wrong, but just from the expression on her mother's face - and now, looking around, some of the other people in charge had similar expressions - this wasn't right.

But there was life here. She could feel that. Biting her lip, Fiona took a deep and steadying breath. There was life so that couldn't be entirely bad.

Could it?
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The Red Star
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 03:23 PM
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The eggs did not keep them waiting long.

Wind Blossom’s eyes flicked first to Caty as she rushed in with questions. Then to Karine, whose stern gaze nearly made her flinch.

She watched in mortified silence as one of the eggs began to growl and snap. The lumpy, leathery shell bent and stretched under the pressure applied to it by a large, taloned foot.

”I don’t know”, was the frightened, shaky whisper that escaped Wind Blossom’s lips as an answer. Sweat glinted on her forehead.

Another egg rumbled and trilled—shifting a circle in the sand around it. It seemed to take an eternity before, at last, a wet, gleaming foot broke through. Not enough toes. It didn’t have enough toes. That was Wind Blossom’s first thought. Then the limb retracted back into the darkness of the ripped shell. The creature stopped. There was a moment of icy silence.

A low, guttural cry, the tearing of wet membrane—

Something small, goo-covered, misshapen blundered onto the hot sand. The hide was vivid gold. Its cry grew into a high-pitched wail. Someone in the crowd swore and leapt back. Hunger, too bright, too bright, want—

It lurched into the minds around it clumsily, crudely, as if it could not form anything more detailed. It took a weak, wavering step, blinking open vivid orange eyes—and then shutting them again with a screech of pain. Its wings were small, weak, weaker than any of the dragons’ had been. Wind Blossom doubted the creature would ever fly.

Everything was very, very still, except for the rocking of the eggs and the strange, alien wails.

Wind Blossom could not move. Not even as the first egg’s shell began to buckle and tear.

Another misshapen foot tore through damp membrane. This one gleamed in the light, too, but the colour was not so light, not gold. It shuddered and rolled over, tipping dangerously towards the creature wobbling on the sand—

Wind Blossom stepped forward. Her senses felt oddly numb. She lifted the crying golden creature up, wincing as fragile claws snagged on her lab coat, and settled it down by a meat bucket.

Without saying a word to anyone, she began to offer it chunks of meat. The creature gobbled them down eagerly as they were offered. And, finally, it was quiet.

“Pinsk,” Wind Blossom said to a nearby assistant. Her voice was hoarse and dry. “Female. Named Pinsk.”

It was the second experiment. The younger. Failed.

Like herself.



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While Wind Blossom was preoccupied with caring for her experiment, more of the lumpy eggs began to stir and tremble.

The first egg had fallen on itself after Wind Blossom’s intrusion. It grew still, silent, but those nearby would know it was not dead. Something powerful, seething, waiting—

The golden creature had been hungry, strange, but weak. This one had no intention of making the same impression.

With a vicious, angry snarl, the beast inside summoned all its strength and blundered through the collapsed shell.

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The ‘dragon’—but it was not a dragon, no, it was not a dragon at all—rounded on the gathering of candidates present, teething snapping with hungry rage and need. It needed. It needed—and it would take it by force, if it must. A flash of blood-red eyes—bright, bright, no—

Blindly it blundered forwards with a yowl. Teeth bared, wrinkled, bronze skin gleaming even then in the light—it bumped first into Sada Crosswell, powerful tail smacking her across the shins—not enough to harm, but a warning to stay back, weakling!

Where was the meat? Where was the meat? It charged, unwilling to open its eyes, a thousand different smells overwhelming its sensitive nostrils—it was too small to cause real damage, but anyone, anything that got in its way would have some scratches to show for it.
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Sada Crosswell
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 04:07 PM
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These were not dragons hatching.

These were not dragons at all.

Too squat, too square, too beastial. Sada stared wide-eyed as one of the creatures crawled out of the shell. Its mind was a blur of sensations: hunger, irritation, more hunger, need, so much need–

Squeezing her eyes shut, Sada opened them again to find one of them, a queen, on the move. Her screech sounded like nails on a chalkboard, and the candidate winced as she took a step back. Only then, amidst the safety of the other candidates, did she stare at them with intent. Their hides shone like a dragon’s did, gold, bronze, and presumably brown, but everything else about them was different. They had fewer toes, even less than firelizards. Their wings, which were supposed to be broad and delicate, were instead short, almost like they’d been stunted in the shell.

Sada turned her head in time to see a bronze spill out, his wrinkled hide a patchwork of color. She might have thought him a handsome specimen, had he not opened his jaws a second later and bared his fangs at them. Having learned her lesson well, Sada instinctively took another step back. The others behind her were more than willing to comply. No one wanted to crowd around that thing.

Yet still, for all his ferocity the creature was still small. Ruby-eyed, he blundered amongst them like the lost child he was. Would the creature bond to one of them? The thought was tossed out of Sada’s mind when the bronze’s tail slapped against her shins, prompting a noise of surprise. “Hey!” It didn’t hurt, or even sting for that matter. More than anything it felt like something had run into her legs, though she knew for a fact the male had done it purposefully. Was he trying to intimidate her? That would be hard to do, considering he was about the size of a housecat. Watch it you little ankle biter, Sada thought pointedly.
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Leo Bishop
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 04:45 PM
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His firelizards were agitated. They weren't with him – he had banished them to the roof, at least, where they couldn't get underfoot – but they were humming and yowling on the tin roof, snapping at each other, rowdy in his absence. The same nervousness that pervaded the inside of the incubator, it seemed, had transferred to them. Leo frowned. He could do without their anxious chatter in his head; the little pops of background-noise.

Then, like a tarp sliding over something underneath, wet and pliable and incorrect, the first egg hatched. Or rather, it leaked, and eventually leaked so much that a wailing golden animal fell out, and Leo felt distinctly ill. Her off-tone, alien cries pressed at the part of his inner ear that made him wince instinctively. He heard someone else curse off to the side, and was glad, at least, that he wasn't the only one rightly unnerved. Wasn't the only one wondering what the hell was going on, here.

Major, Minor, and Admiral kept up their whining hum, and he had to work to push them out of the fringes of his head. Nosy creatures. They wanted to see, wanted to find out for themselves what strange beast had been born here – but Leo was adamant. 'You stay out. Stay.'

Wind Blossom had scooped up the gold and went pale, and Leo felt some twisted sense of justice in that. She had made these, after all. They were her problem. But then another was born, bronze and fierce, wildly surging forward with its eyes shut. Angry pain. Leo understood that. Empathized. But ringing soundly through his mind was a single sentiment, above all else.

'What a shit-show.'

Leo huffed a ragged sigh, sick of the bronze's blind fumbling, and Sada's dismissal, too. In an impulsive flash, before he could wonder what he was doing and why he was doing it, he snatched one of the meat buckets from the edge of the room and used a wet, red morsel to tempt the tiny thing away from Sada's shins, holding it not far from a snarling snout.

"Come on, then." Maybe his hand was too close – but any fear for his fingers was briefly forgotten. "This is what you're whining for, right?"


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Caty Turnbull
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 04:53 PM
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The damp bodies that hatched from the eggs were not dragons. It did not take more than a moment to realize that. A gold and a bronze, she thought, leaning forward with a frown. But not dragons. Perhaps they had tinkered too much--

Caty wished she had her notebook on her, and was gratified that nearly as soon as the thought crossed her mind, Pippin was flicking away and then returning with it, pen still stuck in the spiral.

"Thank you darling," she murmured as he settled on her shoulder.

It was easy, then, to begin hurriedly taking notes, especially as the golden creature seemed to attract Wind Blossom like flies to honey. She watched in astonishment as Wind Blossom lifted her up and announced her name.

"Pinsk?" she asked. "They Impress as dragons do?" That was--well, she supposed that it was better than they had thought it would be. If these creatures Impressed as dragons did-- Something still made Caty uneasy, a heavy feeling low in her gut. She would sit back and wait, and watch.

Then one of the candidates was moving toward the angry bronze, and Caty leaned forward slightly.
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Audley Villemaire
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 05:01 PM
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Something wasn’t right.

They had been hustled out of the barracks at whatever time it was for a hatching. All of the firelizards had taken up their humming, which was wonderful, right? Except it was too soon. They had been given a timeframe and this was much, much too soon. Nerves roiled in Audley’s stomach as they stood in the incubation room waiting for something to happen.

She had settled herself at the back of the crowd of waiting candidates. Her lower lip had been gnawed to within an inch of her life by the time the first egg finally broke its shell.

What came out of that egg didn’t seem right at all. The general mood in the room confirmed that feeling, and when Audley got a look at the creature....it seemed small, and not formed right, and rather aggressive. Unable to help herself she took a very small, instinctive step back, though she didn’t take her eyes off the creature.

And now someone was feeding it. A momentary worry for the man’s fingers flitted through her mind before she made herself take that small step forward to regain the ground she’d lost. For all that it was wrong somehow, the little thing was kind of cute. Curiosity was getting the better of her and Audley shifted a little bit, trying to get a better view.
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The Red Star
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 05:18 PM
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The bronze paused, briefly, as he detected the smell of warm, red flesh—suddenly shoved before its snout. He merely growled at first—sharp fangs flashing in the light, eyes squinted into red slits—startled by how swiftly and suddenly it was offered what it wanted—

The second of hesitation was over in a flash. The creature darted forwards and sank his teeth hungrily into the raw, red meat, relishing in the rich taste. As small as he was, he only could manage to gulp down half in one mouthful. More, more, it was not enough—it lunged forward again. A fang pierced through meat—and through other, warmer flesh, and a different taste—

Pain. He retracted from the shared sting, and licked the blood off his nose with a fat, green tongue. Leo would feel something fierce, strong, growing in his mind, see the swirling rainbows that marked an unmistakeable bond—

I am sorry, said a deep voice after a moment. The creature looked him directly in the eyes—holding Leo’s attention with a deep stare—

And then he snapped his jaws and closed his teeth around the edge of Leo’s shirt cuff. He tugged at it with surprisingly strength—trying to pull the man to the meat bucket. A powerful rush of hunger, smells, the taste of blood would hit Leo then, and the wordless yet powerful sense of together, now. He smelled blood from the bite on Leo’s hand—reached up to lick it off. And then growled again.

The silent images were strong already, but the beast voiced a simple command:

Leonask. Feed Leonask.

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Connor Audley
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 05:31 PM
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Connor was shuffled into the incubation room, his fire lizards fluttering overhead. They were humming and wanted to follow him inside. He shooed them off, not wanting them to hover as they might otherwise have.

The dragon eggs did not look like what he remembered, and he faltered upon seeing them.

He faltered still more when they hatched, but other than the look of them--not so much like the last dragons to hatch--they seemed all right. At least, Connor thought so. They seemed to be doing what they were supposed to, for the most part.

Then one bonded to Wind Blossom, and Connor frowned minutely. The dragons hadn't paid any attention to the scientists the last time, as far as he recalled. He wondered what was different this time.

Apart from the obvious, at least.

The little bronze was upset and the bleeding-heart part of Connor wanted to step forward and help, though it was not at all interested in him. He stayed still, observing, and it wound up being for the best.

Leo Bishop was striding forward, bucket of meat in hand, and scooped the little thing up. Connor blinked, and idly hoped that Leo's fingers would be all right as he stuffed the creature full of meat.

When the creature didn't struggle, and seemed content to stay in Leo's arms, he wasn't sure what to think, other than that he was glad its upset seemed to be fading.
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Leo Bishop
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 05:44 PM
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It was the pain that clued him in. The hard sting of a puncture wound; teeth against a pad of a finger, grazing a nail. Leo hissed through his teeth. "Shit—" But where he felt the vibration of an open wound through his veins, he felt something else growing. Strong. Insistent.

Pallid, the young man gaped, eyes fixed with the facets of brilliant technicolor before him. Had he—?

I am sorry. A dark voice. Heavy, thundering, echoing off the inside of Leo's mind. He wasn't sure what to feel, precisely. It wasn't his stomach that was tied up in primal knots, and yet he felt it anyway. God. He felt so fucking sick — tasting blood, his blood, but not in his own mouth — suddenly over-sensitive to the light and shying away. But no — that wasn't him. His eyes were fine.

Overcoming the fresh crash of minds, Leo blinked. Looked at the creature. His creature — whatever it was. And he grimaced at the rough tugging on his sleeve.

Leonask. Feed Leonask.

"Eating my damn finger wasn't enough?" he growled back. He almost felt resentful – but suddenly it became so hard to be mad at Leonask. This tiny thing. Malformed, wrinkled, new. Fragile, but stern. Leo swallowed against the nauseated lump in his throat and reached into the bucket again. Leonask released his sleeve, pleased, in favour of scrabbling at the aluminum side, lapping up flesh and gristle.

All Leo could smell was blood. Or Leonask. Well. Both of them, he supposed.

Both. It is final.

'Yeah. I guess it is.'

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Autumn Hall
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 05:59 PM
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Autumn watched warily from the edge of incubator sands as the mishappen eggs began to reveal the dragons. ’Or are they really dragons?’ she found herself wondering. They did not look like the lithe little creatures she had remembered from half a year ago.

Feeling suffocated by the number of people in the room, she tried to shift but found she had nowhere to go. Letting the candidate’s family members into the room had been a mistake, and the room felt even more full as everyone began craning to try and get a better look at the squat hatchlings that Wind Blosssom and Leo were feeding.

Jerking as somone’s elbow brushed her side, Autumn stepped back and threw a pleading look towards the unhatched eggs. The sooner they hatched, the sooner people would begin to clear the room, and with any luck she would be one of the individuals leaving with a dragon.

“Come on,” she whispered to the unhatched dragons. “Come on!”
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Audley Villemaire
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 06:26 PM
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Leo's growled words about his finger made Audley wince. She pressed forward another step, her training kicking in and making her want to help the injured candidate. Instead of meeting air as she moved forward though she met someone's back. Whoever she'd run into was warm and tall, and she felt her face flush red in embarrassment.

"Sorry," she whispered, looking up at Connor Audley for a quick moment before she jerked her eyes away and looked back at the things happening in front of them. Leo was feeding the little bronze creature that had come out of the egg. If they could Impress then maybe there wasn't all that much wrong with them after all.

Audley backed up a half step to give Connor more space and then stepped slightly to the left, her eyes on the other eggs that were in the clutch. If that fierce little bronze could hatch and Impress then the rest of them could too!
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