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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 6, 2010 16:55:32 GMT -5
Samarsk have been up at the crack of sunset. With her gravid body, she has been constantly looking for a place to clutch her eggs since yesternight. Normally as in Pern, Whers would have their own dens or caves where they would have their clutches but, some instinct told her that she shouldn't be clutching too far from Rocky Weyr. And so, Samarsk decided to have her clutch in the Hatching Grounds itself since there weren't any nearby dens established yet or even caves that she could use as a den. As the sky darkened, Samarsk finally had chosen a spot within the Hatching Grounds for her clutch. It was all the way at the back in the middle of the Hatching Grounds as seen from the entrance. And there was a bit of a overhang so it seemed as if she had chosen to clutch in a den. Samarsk arranged the sands with her forelegs creating a wallow and with a grunt started to lay her eggs. It was the middle of night when she was finally done and in the wallow were six eggs their shells yet fragile. With a carefulness belied by her bulk, Samarsk gently covered her clutch of eggs with the sands to better protect it. It was a good thing that in Earth there are no such things as tunnelsnakes. After Samarsk was done covering her eggs, there were six mounds clearly seen on the sands. Samarsk then called to Hers and Iggesk to show off her clutch to those important to her. Clutch in Hatching Grounds. She sent to both Samari and Iggesk along with a feeling of proudness and an image of the six mounds of eggs shown on the sands. 4 6
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2 Clutching IC Date: March 1, 2011 Hatching IC Date: April 7, 2011 Egg 1Egg Description: A medium-sized egg. The shell is a cream yellow color with brown and black splotches covering most of the shell. Status: Hatched - Bonded to Garrik Egg 2Egg Description: A large-sized egg but not the largest amongst the mounds of eggs. The shell is a dark brown color on the bottom half and a light tan color on the top half of the egg. There are beige splotches on the bottom half and white splotches on the top half of the egg. There is also greenish-yellow vertical stripes around the egg. Status: Hatched - Bonded to Keltin Egg 3Egg Description: A small-sized egg but not the smallest amongst the mounds of eggs. The shell is a dirty white color with dark brown horizontal stripes around the egg. Status: Hatched - Wild Wher Egg 4Egg Description: Another medium-sized egg. The shell is a dark brown almost black in color with light brown criss-cross stripes almost like a net on the top half of the egg and greenish-brown splotches on the bottom half of the egg. Status: Rocking has ceased - Dud Egg Egg 5Egg Description: The largest egg by far. The shell is a brown color with white splotches and light green lines randomly occuring around the shell of the egg. Status: Hatched - Bonded to Guin Yukimura Egg 6Egg Description: The smallest egg as evidence by the mound it has created against the others. The shell is a pale white in color without much to blemish its whiteness unlike the others. Status: Hatched - Bonded to Virika |
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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 18, 2010 0:46:42 GMT -5
IC DATE: April 1, 2011 It has been four weeks since Samarsk had clutched. Her eggs are now hard enough to hatch. Samari had numbered the eggs after they were hard enough to be handled. Samarsk had been almost too protective of her eggs and didn't want anything being written on them whether they were harmless to her eggs or not. Samari had a hard time convincing Samarsk to let her number the eggs. Now that the eggs were hard, Samari thought now would be a good time to introduce potential Wher Candidates to Samarsk. Samarsk was just too protective of her first clutch and Samari didn't want to think about what would happen come hatching day and someone approached Samarsk's hatchling that Samarsk did not approve of. To prevent such a thing from happening, Samari scribbled a notice and put it up at the Common Room of the Candidate Rooms. The notice read: ATTENTION CANDIDATES
If you want a chance to Bond with a Wher, then come to the Hatching Grounds after the sun has set. Please present yourselves to Gold Samarsk and make yourselves known to her. She will let you know if you are acceptable as a Wher Candidate to her clutch or not.
Signed,
Wherhandler Samari
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Post by PhazonDragon on Jul 18, 2010 20:19:27 GMT -5
... acceptable as a Wher Candidate to her clutch or not. Signed, Wherhandler Samari
Keltin had read the notice, and without an arrogant thought in his mind, tapped the paper. Worthy for the wher clutch. Gold Samarsk would determine that. Keltin met the handler once, briefly, to introduce him to the wher handlers and those he would be working alongside with. Of course, he had no intentions to stay, so the meeting went into storage in the back of his mind. If he needing to recall it, it was there, but soon upon returning to Pern, that meeting would be out of his mind. All he had to do was get that wher he wanted. Keltin exhaled, patting the paper on the wall with his palm. Alright, he had to go to the hatching sands once the sun set.
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With not much to do, on account of not wanting to make himself comfortable too soon, Keltin spent most of the day lounging in the common room, the location for his first wher candidate lesson. He distinctly remembered that lesson, and the information he learned there ran through his mind. The hatching was coming up soon, he knew that much. Keltin lifted his head from where it rested on his chest, and glanced around the room. The windows indicated that the sun was nearly down. He stood up, brushed himself off and smoothed out his clothes. "Time to head down."
He skittered through the hallways of the weyr with a light step, feeling pleasantly happy to be seeing the wher clutch for the first time. The candidate stood at the entrance to the sands, and looked over the vast area. Jadavath's clutch and Crucith's clutch were on the sands now; Keltin could see the eggs littering the sands, each in their own clumps as dictated by the mothers. A small overhang in the back was the location for Samarsk's clutch, and with a determined step, Keltin made his way through the sands to the back.
"Good evening, Gold Wher Samarsk," Keltin said, approaching the wher. Pernese customs sunk into Keltin's mind, and he stopped before he got too close to the wher. Unblinking eyes stared at Samarsk's bulky form, knowing that eye contact with a wher could spell certain death. "I am Keltin, and I wish to be a candidate for one of your eggs," he finished, bowing low, his torso nearly at a ninety-degree angle.
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Post by FaizahPandora on Jul 19, 2010 18:26:03 GMT -5
Virika had read the sign posted up for Wher Candidate a hundred times over. She couldn't wait. She could only hope, as the day continued to grow late, that Gold Samarsk would see her as worthy to be a Candidate for her clutch.
When the sun was below the horizon, but before the beautiful golds and pinks faded from the skies, Virika left her weyr and headed for the hatching grounds. She wasn't in a hurry... She wanted Samari, Gold Samarsk's handler, to be there when Virika arrived. She was nervous around any foul tempered Whers when their handlers weren't around. And Samarsk was said to be a typical Wher.
Virika had read her fair amount of records from Pern, a great deal of them about the Whers that she so desperately wanted to Impress. The records, as they were called on Pern as opposed to books, often stated that both a Wher and Dragon mother was testy when it came to their clutch. So Virika didn't want to take any chance, and decided she wouldn't even approach the clutch until the gold's handler was there.
When Virika reached the hatching grounds she saw another person there. A boy, she noticed, and he was speaking to the gold. Virika shivered at the thought of approaching the Wher on her own, so she stepped to the side and decided to wait until Samari either arrived or appeared from the shadow she was lurking in.
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Theody read the notice just as the sky faded from the warm hues of sunset to the cooler colors of blue, gray and purple that spelled dusk. She had slept most of the day away, and by the time she had finished reading the sign, she was rearing to get to the hatching grounds. As she reached the end of the sign she tapped it lightly and began a fast-paced walk to the hatching grounds.
Theody got slightly lost on the way. Since being accepted to stay at Rocky and become a Candidate, she had spent most of her time in her weyr. Weyr. What a funny word to call the place in which she primarily lived. Though, when thought of in the English language, it wasn't any odder that the okiya she had been raised in.
Either way, she hadn't learned the basic layout of her new home. She was quite surprised when, by complete and utter accident, she leaned against a doorframe and found it hot to the touch. She looked through the open frame and saw the hatching grounds. What a surprise! She had found them!
Theody smiled to herself before entering. She saw one other girl, hiding in the background it seemed, and then noticed a boy already speaking to the Gold Samarsk. Theody glanced around the sands first, but upon seeing no one else, assumed that the Wher clutch was under the slight overhang. She approached, but waited for the boy to finish before she even thought of introducing herself to the Gold Wher.
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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 21, 2010 0:55:23 GMT -5
Samari and Samarsk
Samarsk had heard the foot steps that came ever nearer to where she lay curled protectively around her clutch of hardened eggs. Hers had gone back inside to have a quick bite to eat. She herself would need to eat something soon but dared not leave her eggs unattended. She would only trust the safety of her eggs with Iggesk or with Hers should Iggesk not be around to eggsit.
When the foot steps stopped, Samarsk opened a wary eye towards the lad. She silently commended him for being brave, but she was not liking the fact that strangers were near her and her clutch of precious eggs. Samarsk hurriedly called for Hers, Need you. Strangers near clutch. her voice taking a tad note of anxiety.
Samari was just leaving the dining hall when she heard Samarsk's call. She had almost forgot that she had posted that notice about the Wher Candidates having to meet Samarsk. She bolted through the tunnels in a hurry to reach the Hatching Grounds. When she got there, she saw that there were indeed some folks that were near Samarsk. Catching her breath, she didn't want to look winded, she walked her way to where Samarsk was eyeing the lad.
As she walked towards where Samarsk was huddled around her clutch of eggs, she passed by two other ladies. They must also be here to meet Samarsk. Samari nodded at the two girls as she passed them. When she reached the lad that had approached Samarsk on his own, she spoke to him, her shyness during confrontations gone with her focused on making sure Samarsk didn't do anything rash. Placing a comforting hand on Samarsk's left foreleg and said, "They are here to meet you Samarsk and to ask your permission to Stand for the hatching."
With Hers nearby, Samarsk was able to relax a little, but she was not letting the others get too near her precious eggs. She gave the lad a good scrutiny, she already liked his courage and with a nod of her head, she told Hers her decision. He good. He brave. Stand when Hatching. Samarsk had also seen the others just beyond the lad that had talked to her. She gave each girl a good once over. She had liked that they had not approached her when Hers had not been nearby. They were both respectful in that they stayed far enough away not to make her anxious for the safety of her eggs. So, she also told her decision about them to Hers. Them okay. They respectful. Stand when Hatching. Samarsk told Samari as well as sending a picture of the girls as she saw them from her perspective.
Samari felt relieved that Samarsk seemed to relax once she was there. With Samarsk relaxed, Samari introduced herself, "In case you are all wondering, I'm Wherhandler Samarsi. And this beauty behind me is Gold Samarsk." with a fond smile at Gold Samarsk.
Looking to the lad, she said, "Samarsk says that she likes you." After a pause, she continued with, "You were brave to approach her without me nearby. And you are allowed to stand for the Hatching of her clutch." with a smile on her face. Turning her attention on the two girls behind the lad, Samari spoke, "Samarsk also said that she liked you two." After a breath, she added, "You two can also Stand for the Hatching." Then, in a whispered aside to the two girls, she added, "Thanks for not approaching her when I wasn't nearby. I don't think she would have liked it too much."
Samarsk had enough of strangers and having given her consent that the three were okay to stand for the hatching, she no longer wanted them near. Tell them, go now. Samarsk told Hers after Hers had told the three her decision.
Looking at the three Wher Candidates, she said, "Well, thank you for taking the time to present yourselves to Samarsk. I think that this is all that she's willing to do for now." a bit apologetically. "You'll know when Hatching is imminent when you hear Samarsk bellow out loud." Samari told the Candidates. And with that, she tried to hurry them along, away from Samarsk. She was sorry that she wasn't able to talk to them more, but she didn't want to aggravate Samarsk more than she already was.
Guin
Guin had seen the notice regarding having to present himself to Samarsk. But what with chores and what not the other night, he plain tuckered out. By the time he woke up the next night, Guin felt refreshed. However, on his way to the Dining Hall for some breakfast, he noticed the Notice for the Wher Candidates. Smacking himself in the forehead, he knew that he was late.
Changing his course and running towards the Hatching Grounds instead, Guin arrived at the Hatching Grounds just as he saw the others being ushered to leave. He stopped some feet from the others to catch his breath. He didn't know if he should still approach and let himself be known. But, since he needed to present himself to Samarsk in order to have a chance at her eggs, Guin then approached the others. Whether the others left or not was not his concern, he just needed to know if he can stand for the clutch.
Looking at Samari, he said, "Sorry for being late, Wherhandler Samari. I overslept." by way of apology as he bowed a greeting towards Samari who seemed to have been trying to usher the others away from Samarsk.
Samari and Samarsk
At the sound of yet more running feet coming towards her and her clutch, Samarsk started to growl a warning at whoever was coming near.
As Samari was trying to herd the others away from Samarsk, she heard Samarsk starting to growl and Samari looked behind her and asked, "What is it Samarsk? What's the matter?"
At Hers' question, Samarsk replied, More come.
At Samarsk's reply, it was only then that Samari heard Guin speak up. Samari knew of Guin and of his dream those months ago when he was rescued from the storm. Shaking her head, she told the lad, "You are late Guin. Samarsk's getting too anxious about too many strangers near her clutch." Samari told the lad. After a pause, she was about to speak more when she heard Samarsk bespeak with her.
At the sound of the boy's voice, Samarsk gave the boy her attention and scrutinized him just like she did the other three. He may have been late, but at least he still was determined in presenting himself and not giving up the chance to be allowed to stand for her clutch. Therefore, before Hers could send away the newcomer, she gave her decision, He okay. Stand at Hatching.
Samari nodded her head to indicate that she heard Samarsk's decision regarding Guin. And so, adding Guin among the others that she was trying to herd away from Samarsk, she said to the lad, "Samarsk says you can Stand for the Hatching." Then Samari added in an admonishing tone, to Guin, "You better not be late for that one."
Guin
Guin let himself be herded with the others away from Samarsk. He was happy that Samarsk seemed to find him worthy of standing for her clutch. He had been afraid that she would not even take a good look at him but he had felt her scrutinize him. He was glad that he had still presented himself despite being late.
Samarsk
Samarsk, not liking the fact the everyone was still there near her and her clutch decided to bespeak all those present including Hers. She said, Nice meeting you. Now go. in a voice that brook no arguments.
((OOC: Will do the actual hatching post later tonight.))
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Post by PhazonDragon on Jul 21, 2010 18:07:50 GMT -5
Behind him, the sounds of sand being moved reached Keltin's ears. He turned his head ever so slightly to glance out of the corner of his eye, seeing two of the wher candidates approaching from behind. Virika and Theody. Definitely not Keltin's type, and not attractive to him--unless there was a great deal of marks involved. He also saw Samari approaching, and took that as his cue to stand up straight again. As Samari made her way to the gold's side, Keltin straightened himself, but never took a step.
He held his position, his eyes flickering back and forth between the wher and her handler. As a determined fire raged behind his eyes, Keltin noticed the slight nodding of Samarsk's head. Was that head bob one of a acceptance and recognition? There was a mental conversation being carried out between the two, Keltin assumed, judging by the lack of verbal commands, but still he didn't move. Samari introduced herself and the gold, to which Keltin responded with a short "pleasure" considering the gold handler was now looking at him.
"Samarsk says that she likes you. You were brave to approach her without me nearby. And you are allowed to stand for the Hatching of her clutch."
That comment kinda stung. Brave to approach without her nearby? Whers weren't tame, docile beasts, but by no means are they without thought. Keltin didn't think he got close enough anyway, eyeing the clutch that was a little over half a dragonlength away. "I thought it'd be best to make myself known to Samarsk, rather than lurking at the edge like a thief," he commented with a curt dip of his head, once Samari had finished talking to the other two candidates.
Keltin made a small noise with his mouth, one of interest and acceptance. Samari dismissed the current candidates, each having been approved by Samarsk. That wasn't so hard, though Virika and Theody left something to be desired, by hanging back. He couldn't blame them--some weren't as courageous as others. At Samari's dismissal, Keltin back up from the wher, and turned around, then started to leave the sands, giving Virika and Theody a short nod.
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Post by Stormy on Jul 21, 2010 18:28:04 GMT -5
Since arriving at Rocky Weyr, near hypothermia, Garrik had been stuck in the infirmary for various things. First off was the hypothermia, then was swiftly followed by a particularly bad case of the flu, which lasted about two weeks. He had been hallucinating slightly when he arrived due to the extreme cold, but it was nothing compared to the fever-dreams and hallucinations from the flu. Then, pneumonia took advantage of his weak immune system, and he was only just getting over that. Garrik had arrived mid to late February, and it was early June now, so he had been bed-ridden for about...four months. Those four months hadn't been easy on him, either.
His skinny six foot three frame was smaller than usual, his bony face gaunt and still a little pale. His dark gray eyes were shadowed and somewhat haunted, and his near-white hair was dull, lackluster. Garrik sighed, shaking his head. At least he had finally been given the go ahead to finally explore the Weyr, and possibly ask around about those...what had everyone called them again? Whers. Even in his disoriented state when he stumbled upon the Weyr, he had seen the power in the stocky forms of the whers, and was more amazed by them than the mighty dragons.
Garrik somehow knew it was night, though he hadn't been able to see outside thus far. And due to the low number of people in the corridors for a place so large, it just added to his suspicion. He looked around, shaken from his thoughts upon entering what looked to be a common room for something. He saw what appeared to be a notice board, and out of curiosity, went over to look. Most of the notices didn't catch his interest or made no sense to him, but one in particular caught his attention... 'If you want a chance to Bond with a Wher...' Yes! Perfect opportunity...! But, he sighed as the excitement rushed out of him, he knew nothing about the Weyr, let alone the whers.
"Still," Garrik muttered to himself, "better to give it a try than to just give up." Now, how would he find the Hatching Grounds? He shrugged, leaving the common room and setting off in a random direction. As he passed a door, despite his being lost in thought, he paused, feeling heat radiating off of it. "Hmm..." Somehow, he knew it wasn't a fire, and when he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of sand. It was a strange sight, but as he looked around, he saw a woman ushering a group of others away.
Struggling to push aside the awkwardness of being around women, Garrik approached her. "Are you Wherhandler Samari?" he asked, turning his head slightly to look toward the sands, the direction the woman was leading everyone away from. Seeing the gold wher, he fully turned and gave quite the bow to the gold. "You are Gold Samarsk, then? How magnificent, and a lovely clutch!"
Knowing he'd have to explain, he turned back to Samari. "I-I'm sorry if I'm too late or..." He shook his head. "I have no experience with firelizards, or any of the other creatures here. I heard there were candidate lessons, but I've been unable to make it to any of them because I was not allowed to leave the infirmary...but being allowed to even be here would...would just make my life," Garrik muttered, eyes focusing on a point beyond Samari's head.
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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 21, 2010 19:44:22 GMT -5
Samari and Samarsk
Samarsk lay content as she heard the others starting to move away from her. But her peace was broken when she could hear another set of footsteps coming their way. She was resigned to letting whoever it was approach them and hoped that Hers would deal with whoever it was quickly enough.
As Samari herded the others away, another latecomer made himself known by speaking to her. She glanced at the lad and sighed in regret. She didn't think that Samarsk was going to be amenable in taking a look at the boy after that remark that told all of them, Samari included, to leave her be.
She left the others as she dealt with the new boy. Samari nodded in affirmative as she replied with, "Yes, I am Gold Samari." She would have continued, but the lad spoke up once more. This time, addressing Samarsk.
Samarsk heard the human talk to Hers and then to herself. At his praise, she turned her head to look at him, preening a bit at the praise. She also noticed his... palor. He seemed to have been recently sick. She then gave the lad a good once over and decided that he would be okay to attend the hatching. But whether any one of her hatchlings would bond to him, was up to fate.
As she scrutinized the boy, she heard him making his excuse regarding his late arrival. She liked him for his determinaton just like that other lad before him. And with that, she told Hers about him standing for the hatching of her clutch. Tell him, come Stand at Hatching. Samarsk told Hers.
Samari looked behing her as she heard Samarsk's decision about the lad. She wasn't really expecting it since Samarsk had been adamant that everyone leave her alone. Then again, maybe there was something about the lad that Samarsk liked.
Samarsk having told Hers her decision to let the new boy attend her clutch's hatching, she bespoke the lad directly instead of letting Samari be the bridge between them.
You come Stand at Hatching. Go now. Samarsk said to the lad.
Samari was also privy to the exchange going on between Samarsk and the lad. After Samarsk had spoken, Samari added, "Well, that makes things fast. You heard her. Be here when the Hatching begins. She'll bellow loud enough for all the weyr to hear." as she tried to turn the boy around and get him to leave the Hatching Grounds. After a while, Samari added, "Make sure you bring a small knife to blood yourself with." Some of the Wher Candidates looked and behaved like they came from Pern, but a few of them looked like they were from Earth. They probably didn't know about the blood-bond that whers needed to form a deep bond with their handler.
((OOC: Making a draft for the Hatching as we speak. Sorry for the delay.))
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Post by FaizahPandora on Jul 21, 2010 22:17:43 GMT -5
Virika smiled broadly and turned to leave at both Samari and Samarsk's insistance. She didnt want to bother the gold and ruin her chance at standing. But when she turned and noticed the ill looking man enter the sands, she stopped. He was that man they had found in the sow back a few months. She hadnt known that he had been released from the infirmiry yet.
Lakeen would like to know, Virika thought to herself. Afterall, it was Lakeen and Lakeesk that had found him, nearly over come with hypothermia. Virika exited the grounds with the other woman but waited just outside. She wanted to be friends with this man.
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Theody thanked gold Samarsk. "I thank you greatly, beautiful gold." Theody gave a deep bow, if not a geisha bow, to sow her gratitude and respect to the wher.
She turned to leave, giving Keltin the same measuring look and nodding politely to Virika as she left. She was headed back to the library, to catch up and study more on whers.
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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 21, 2010 22:29:03 GMT -5
IC Date: April 7, 2011
IC Time: 12:00am (Midnight)
Samari and Samarsk
It had been a week since Samarsk had met with the potential Wher Candidates that would be Standing for her clutch. She nosed around the eggs, once more arranging them in a position that she wanted best and to her satisfaction. It was a cool spring night, when one of the eggs, the egg marked with the number 4, finally started to rock within its wallow of sand. At the sign of the imminent hatching of her clutch, Samarsk bellowed with all her might announcing to everyone, in the dead of night, that her clutch is finally hatching.
Samari, who had been in the Kitchens, helping with the Cooks food preparation when she heard Samarsk's call. She knew what it meant and catching hold of one of the drudges, asked them to chop up some meat for the wher hatchlings. When her request was being done, Samari nodded to herself, safistifed that all was being looked after. The meat were being chopped up. They might need a knife or two for the forgetful candidates and asked another drudge to look for a couple of small knives to use for the wher hatching. With the knives taken care off, Samari headed for the Hatching Grounds. She knew that soon, there'll be bowls of meat and a few small knives that the drudges will bring from the Kitchens for the Wher Candidates to use. She wanted to be the first there when Samarsk's eggs begin to hatch.
Samarsk after bellowing to call the candidates for her clutch, also called upon Iggesk. He needs to be present when their clutch hatches. Iggesk come. Eggs hatching. Samarsk told Iggesk although Iggesk might already know what's happening from Samarsk's loud bellow.
Guin
Guin was on his way towards the Dining Hall when his mind was overwhelmed with the wher's mental call as well as hearing the loud bellow coming from the Hatching Grounds. Backtracking his steps, he then turned to the left tunnel that lead to the Hatching Grounds. He'd almost forgotten about knives and he had to backtrack again to visit the Dining Hall to get a sharp enough knife that he could use for the blood-bond.
Once he had a knife, he made his way to the Hatching Grounds. When he arrived, he gave Samari and Samarsk a respectful bow. He had not done so, the week before, having had other concerns in his mind, but now, his mind was clear from diversions which is why he was showing his respect by bowing to them. "Evening Gold Samarsk. I thank you once again for allowing me to Stand for the hatching." Guin told Gold Samarsk. Turning his attention fo Samari, he said, "A pleasant evening to have a hatching. isn't it, Wherhandler Samari?"
Samari and Samarsk
Samari just nodded in agreement with Guin and looked at the eggs wondering which egg would hatch first. And as she looked, another egg, with the number 1, began to rock and shake just like the first egg. However, egg number 4's rocking seem to be getting less and less.
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Post by Wesku on Jul 21, 2010 22:56:37 GMT -5
Iggesk's head perked up at the bellow of Gold Samarsk. His eyes began to whirl an excited orange as she reaffirmed the call with an announcement to him that their eggs where hatching. HisIggent was shining one of his many blades, and Iggesk had no patience to wait for His to finish.
Without a word, Iggesk marched over to Iggent and grabbed the handler by the collar of his jacket. As his teeth sank into the material securely, the Bronze wher dragged HisIggesk out of their dig.
"Iggesk, you brute! Put me down. I can walk for Farnath's sake!"
Iggesk agreed that dragging wasn't the best way. It was too slow.
Dropping the handler, Iggesk took off down the hall. Behind him, the Bronze could hear His spluttering as he to stood and took off behind his charging wher.
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Iggent entered the hatching grounds behind his wher. Thankfully the large Bronze wher had stopped running early on in their gallop through the tight halls, opting to focus on making sure he could maneuver without collision instead.
"See, none of the eggs have hatched. We made it in time. Now go say hello to Samarsk"
Watching his wher march off proudly, Iggent strolled lazily up to Samari with a small smile.
"Hey, we miss anything or are we in time for the good part?"
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Iggesk stopped a respectful distance from the motherly Gold and crooned softly.
Beautiful Samarsk. Our eggs hatch now. I approach?
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Post by Stormy on Jul 21, 2010 23:11:36 GMT -5
Garrik sat on a ledge leading outside, staring at the night sky, deep in thought. He had given Samarsk another deep bow upon allowing him to Stand at the Hatching, for which he was extremely grateful. Then, when he left, one of the other wher candidates caught up to him. Virika had seemed pleased that he had recovered, though he wasn't sure why. He had to recollection of meeting her, but she did inform him of the wher pair who had found him. Lakeen of Bronze Lakeesk? In the past week, he had been busy studying up on the whers to make up for his missing the lessons. To make the bond stonger, whers had to taste the blood of Theirs? Interesting...
When Samrask's bellow came, Garrik's head snapped around, jostled out of his thoughts. A bellow...? The Hatching was starting! He leapt to his feet, no longer so...fragile, pulling his knife out of his boot and running for the Hatching Grounds. When he arrived, Samari was already there, along with Guin, who he had learned was another candidate. A Bronze and his handler were there as well. Gah, someone had told him who they were before...Iggent and Iggesk?
He had stopped running when he entered the Hatching Ground, then bowed respectfully to both Samarsk and Iggesk, though the Bronze and His were strangers to him. He turned to Samari and gave her a similar bow, then a smaller bow to Iggent. "Good evening, all," Garrik said formally. "You are Iggent? And the Bronze is your Iggesk?" he asked, looking at Iggent.
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Post by PhazonDragon on Jul 21, 2010 23:28:58 GMT -5
With the hatching so near, Keltin had been spending less and less time actually sleeping at night. He found himself staying up later, and sleeping more often during the day. It wouldn't do to be late to the wher hatching because he was sleeping. He looked at the odd contraption on the desk in his room. It told him the time, with this glowing light that he had never seen before on Pern. It was of Earth design, and Keltin wasn't too sure he liked a glowing light in his room at night. The time read eleven fifty-eight. Okay, no sense in staying up any later. Keltin sighed, and sunk back into his bed, rolling over onto his side. He was out like a light, only to be awoken minutes later.
A deafening bellow rang through Keltin's ears, and his eyelids snapped open. His heart pounding, Keltin threw off the covers, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Wasn't he just saying that he couldn't be late to a hatching? Keltin forcefully exhaled, and rubbed at his eye briefly, then rushed to get into better clothes. His nightwear wasn't particularly... effective for a hatching, and Keltin riffled through his clothes to find one that would work. Candidate robes--he wasn't presented with one, since wher hatchings were drastically different from dragon ones, but even Keltin found sense in dressing appropriately. He pulled out a light-colored tunic and a matching pair of pants. Not exactly white, but good enough.
After struggling to get on his clothes in not only his excitement, but also the fumbling of his tired fingers, Keltin straightened out his shirt, and looked at the clock. The time was twelve o'one. He couldn't linger. With as much dignity that he could muster, Keltin slipped out of the room, but not without nabbing the knife on the table, and shut the door behind him. Alright, let's go, Keltin... He thought, walking down the hall and using a hand to try and smooth out his hair. He didn't get a chance to look at himself in the mirror. Keltin wasn't too worried about his appearance, but his didn't want to look like he just woke up.
The irony being that he did. The thought didn't cross Keltin's mind as he made his way to the sands, and spotted the overhang in the back. That's where he had to go. In the dark of the night, the dragons were asleep, so there was no worry about Crucith snapping at him if he tried to sneak by. However, to be safe, he did stay a bit closer to Jadavath's clutch over the other green's. First things first, Keltin saw that a bronze wher was present, along with his handler, presumably? The father of the clutch. Keltin was able to also make out the shape of another two candidates, and Samari, aside from the gold and her eggs. Iggent and Iggesk, Samari and Samarsk, Guin... And the candidate he didn't know. Keltin ran their names through his head, making sure he knew them.
"Good... Ah... Well, greetings anyway," Keltin corrected himself, approaching the small group gathered in the back of the hatching sands. "I brought a knife," he muttered, raising his arm to hold up the knife to show the wher handlers. Keltin clenched his fist, feeling the warm wooden handle of the knife, and lowered his arm. So this hatching... Keltin looked over at the clutch that was nestled in the sands, and noticed that one was moving. Wonderful. Couldn't be too long now, could it?
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Post by FaizahPandora on Jul 22, 2010 16:32:25 GMT -5
Virika had been up with Lakeen and Lakeesk, playing cards in their weyr. She had just beaten her elder cousin in a game of war when they both heard Samarsk's bellow ring out. Lakeen was up in a flash, grabbing a knife and a white bathrobe. She forced Virika into the robe and then gave her the sharp knife before pushing her through the door.
"Go already. I'm getting Faizah and I'll meet you up there." With that Lakeen headed down a different hallway as Virika ran towards the Hatching Grounds.
She was glad that Lakeen had known what was needed and had acted so quickly. The bellow was so strange when compared to the usual silence of the night that Virika had been wondering what it was.
As she reached the sands she stepped lightly, being in only a pair of slippers, and made her way over to Samari and Samarsk. She bowed low as she got just out of striking range of the gold. "I thank you deeply, once more, for allowing me to stand at the hatching of your precious clutch." Virika bowed to Samari, Iggent and then bronze Iggesk.
She noticed that Keltin, Guin and Garrik were already there, and she smiled to them as she waited for the eggs to begin hatching.
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Theody was in the common room, enjoying an episode of Family Guy when she heard Samarsk's bellow. She jumped up, grabbed her knife that was nearby, and ran for the Hatching Grounds.
She was there within moments, having not bothered to dress differently due to her need to arrive before the eggs began hatching. She bowed to Samarsk, then Iggesk and lastly to their handlers. She nodded her head barely to the other four candidates there.
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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 22, 2010 20:32:19 GMT -5
Samari and Gold Samarsk
No sooner had Samari arrived, she saw Bronze Iggesk arriving at the Sands. She also saw Iggent, and smiled at him as he approached. At his question, Samari shook her head as she said, "No, you got here just in time. Two of the eggs were rocking a little while ago, but now it seems only one egg is rocking." as she pointed to the respective eggs, egg number 4 and egg number 1. However as she finished speaking, egg number 2 and egg number 6 both started rocking and shaking.
Samari nodded a greeting at Guin and then at the other Wher Candidates as they arrived at the Hatching Grounds. She was glad that they all remembered to bring a small knife to cut themselves with. She glanced back at the room that connected to the Kitchens wondering when the bowls of meat would arrive. And no sooner had the thought passed her head, the drudges came along to deliver the food for the hungry wher hatchlings. Samari ordered the drudges to make sure that there were bowls of meat for all of the hopefull wher candidates. Each Candidate were given four bowls of meat which were left by their feet by the drudges. Each bowl were twelve inches in diameter and eight inches deep. Each bowl contained one-inch-cubed, chopped raw meat.
Samarsk crooned back at Iggesk and she nodded her head at Iggesk's question. More eggs rocking. Hatch soon. Come closer. Samarsk said to Iggesk. She wanted him to be the first to see their wher hatchlings when they hatch from their eggs. She carefully separated the eggs that were rocking to one side. In her re-arranging, she accidentally knocked over egg number 2 which knocked into egg number 6 and an audible crack was heard. Egg number 2 acquired some hairline fractures on its shell. However, the hatchling inside was in no hurry to greet the world and just kept still for a bit, while egg number 6 didn't seem to want to wait at all.
Small hairline fractures could be seen running up and down the shell of egg number 6. And all too soon, a green wher hatchling came tumbling out of her shattered shell. The hatchling righted herself looking about her. She seemed to be a mixture of Green and Gold colors but with Green becoming the more dominant color. She has bright green (00FF00) spots all over her body from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. On her chest and belly, there are jungle green (29AB87) swirls of spirals. And on her wing membranes, there are green-colored (008000) veins that can be seen by the naked eye.
She didn't seem at all interested in finding food or with the people that were nearby. Instead, she started to groom herself, licking herself clean of the egg goo and the sand that got stuck to her hide as she had tumbled on it. And yet, her red swirling eyes gave away the truth that she was indeed hungry. Once she was done grooming herself, she stood up on all fours unfurling her wings to give everyone present a sight of her magnificence. Currently, she is three feet long from nose-tip to tail-tip with a wingspan of four and a half feet. And when she stands on all fours, her height, taken at her shoulder is one and a half feet tall. Done showing off, she headed towards one of the girls, Virika, who was the nearest person that had bowls of meat by their feet.
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Post by FaizahPandora on Jul 22, 2010 21:21:37 GMT -5
Virika froze. The little green was headed right for her, and as far as she could tell, none of the other candidates were standing behind her.
She saw a movement from the corner of her eye and turned to see Lakeen, Faizah, and a sleepy eyed Mentari standing in the doorway. Lakeen nodded to her, and Virika turned back to the little green.
Using the knife she had brought she cut the palm of her hand, deep enough to draw some blood. Then she extended it towards the green. In her free hand she dropped the knife, picked up a handful of meat, and offered it to the green. Virika stayed as such, waiting patiently for the little, gorgeous green to decide.
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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 22, 2010 22:21:44 GMT -5
 Wher Name: Virisk Wher Color: Green (809F00)Wher Description: Virisk's color is a Green (809F00) mixture of Green and Gold colors but with Green becoming the dominant color nonetheless. She has bright green (00FF00) spots all over her body from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. On her chest and belly, there are jungle green (29AB87) swirls of spirals. And on her wing membranes, there are green-colored (008000) veins that can be seen by the naked eye. Currently, she is three feet long from nose-tip to tail-tip with a wingspan of four and a half feet. And when she stands on all fours, her height, taken at her shoulder is one and a half feet tall. Basic Personality: Aristocratic, Sassy, Well-groomed Bonded: Virika Pandora When she saw the girl move, she paused, curious as to what the girl was up to. After a while, the smell of the meat and of something else tantalizing reached her nose. Unafraid, she moved more quickly towards the girl who was now offering meat. She snatched the meat from the girl's hands with her jaws almost catching the girl's hands with her teeth. As she chewed the meat, she could taste something delectable that seemed to be mixed in with the meat. Her nose, quite keen in smeeling scents, followed the smell that seemed so delicious and ended up with the girl's bleeding hand. She lapped at the blood, quite enjoying the taste. Looking up at the girl, her eyes now swirling a rainbow of colors, she told the girl, Mine! You Mine! Me, Virisk! You, Mine! in a rather loud mental voice probably deafening the poor girl in the process of Impression. Then, in a more normal tone of voice, Virisk added, More food? clearly wanting to be handfed by Hers. Her eyes once again swirling with the red of hunger.
And as if the green's Impression was some signal, the rest of the eggs start rocking so violently that some started rolling and knocking into each other.
 Wher Name: Keltisk Wher Color: Brown (704214)Wher Description: Keltisk's color is Brown (704214) like the color of Sepia. His hindlegs have dark brown (654321) socks and his forelegs have redish brown (A52A2A) spots all the way up to his chest and the underside of his neck. He has a darker brown almost black (321414) mask on his face making him look like a racoon of Earth. On his wing membranes, green-colored (014421) veins can be seen by the naked eye. Currently, he is five feet long in length from nose-tip to tail-tip with a wingspan of seven and a half feet. And when he stands on all fours, his height, taken at his shoulders is, two and a half feet tall. Basic Personality: Responsible, Compassionate, Dedicated Bonded: Keltin Meanwhile, egg number 2 finally decided to grace the world with its presence. The hairline fractures increasing and with the wher hatchling pushing against the eggshell from within, the egg shattered scattering pieces everywhere. This wher hatchling was Brown (704214) like the color of Sepia. His hindlegs have dark brown (654321) socks and his forelegs have redish brown (A52A2A) spots all the way up to his chest and the underside of his neck. He has a darker brown almost black (321414) mask on his face making him look like a racoon of Earth. On his wing membranes, green-colored (014421) veins can be seen by the naked eye. He sat within his ruin shell for a moment, gathering his wits about him. His eyes were swirling red in color. Then he saw the bowls of food and charged for them. Unfortunately, he never noticed the lad whose legs were in front of the food. What resulted was that the lad, Keltin got bawled over backwards with the wher hatchling landing on his chest. With food still on his mind, the brown scrambled away and down to the ground leaving bloody three-digit claw marks on Keltin's chest. The smell of the blood reached the brown and he stopped trying to get away. Instead, the brown lapped at the blood that was gathering on Keltin's chest. While lapping on Keltin's blood, the brown told Keltin with eyes a swirling rainbow of colors, You, Mine. After a pause, the brown's eyes gaining the yellow of worry, he added, Hurt you. You okay? Keltisk sorry. as Keltisk finished lapping at the blood that had pooled on Keltin's chest. Keltisk had forgotten all about the food as he made sure that His was okay.
Samari gasped when the newly hatched brown wher hatchling had accidently knocked over Keltin. He had seemed okay at first, but with the brown scrambling on the lad's chest to get to the food, it had resulting in blooding Keltin. The irony of it was, the brown ended up Impressing with Keltin. However, Keltin would need help from the Healers... that is, from the residential Doctors or he may lose too much blood. She looked about for a drudge that she could order around. At least there hadn't been any mishaps with the first Impression. Why didn't I think about possible injuries occuring in this hatching? Samari berated herself. In her anxiousness, she made a grab for Iggent's hand. As if she needed someone to reassure her that all would be well. |
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Post by Wesku on Jul 22, 2010 23:02:00 GMT -5
Iggesk walked up to Samarsk and gently bumped his side with hers. Their first egg had hatched and a beautiful Green had emerged and found Hers. Iggesk's chest seemed to swell with pride at siring such a fine first hatchling, and he only seemed smugger when the second hatchling made itself known. The large Brown had harmed His, but that didn't seem to faze the Bronze. After all, Iggesk would have mauled Iggent before bonding had Iggent not stumbled and harmed himself first.
Sitting, Iggesk brought his muzzle over to nuzzle at Samarsk's gold hide.
Iggesk proud of Samarsk and Iggesk's hatchlings. Samarsk lay fine clutch. More come. Iggesk be proud then too.
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Iggent watched as the Green strutted about before finally settling on one of the female candidates. The Green seemed almost as excited as her new handler, and Iggent chuckled. They would make a fine pair. Casting his eyes from them, Iggent looked over at the other egg that seemed intent on hatching. The wher within the egg didn't waste much time, and soon a Brown stood amongst the shattered remnants of its shell.
The Brown didn't slow down as it chose a direction and charged. Iggent knew the force of a charging wher and wasn't surprised when the Brown bowled over one of the candidates. The mauling was swift, and Iggent watched dispassionately as the Brown lapped the blood and chose to claim the harmed young man as his own.
Iggent was surprised when Samari grabbed his hand, and he returned the gesture with a light and reassuring squeeze. The Bronze had seen enough hatchings to know that maulings were bound to happen.
"I'll run him to the Infirmary and return. Tell me what I miss."
Slipping his hand from Samari's, Iggent told Iggesk to tell the Brown to back off. Iggent also informed Keltin that he should keep the Brown hatchling in check. Iggesk would attack the Brown, his own hatchling or not, if he thought the Brown presented a danger to Iggent.
After both parties had been informed of his intentions, Iggent bent a knee and picked the large man up carefully and walked swiftly towards the infirmary. It just wouldn't be appropriate to die on the same day you bonded.
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Post by PhazonDragon on Jul 23, 2010 1:47:40 GMT -5
The arrival of the rest of the candidates, along with a handful of drudges to bring knives and meat signified the progression of the hatching. There was no humming of the dragons or fire lizards, save for those that were here with their bonded. The whers didn't hum, that was a distinct fact of the hatching, not even as the eggs began to roll around and the shells began to crack. Keltin's eyes darted from one egg to the other, before settling on the egg that hatched a green. A healthy green first--the was a good sign, and Keltin nodded in approval as the green picked out Virika. She was a beautiful little green, with an odd array of spots on her hide.
The advent of another wher hatching brought Keltin's attention back to the eggs that still shook. The one marked with a red two started to hatch, a small brown wherlet emerging. Taking his eyes temporarily off the wher, Keltin looked down to see a drudge placing bowls of meat on the sand. Great, great. He had something to feed the wher with, whichever one decided to bond with him. "Thank you," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth, half-turning to the being that was around him age. That was a bad move. As soon as the words left his lips, a force barreled into Keltin's legs, pushing him off balance and off his feet. He fell backwards onto the sands, and a brown blur scrambled over him, as if trying to get at something.
Keltin had thrown his arms up, covering his face and shielding his eyes from the terror. He didn't even scream, just falling backwards with a dull thump as he landed on the warm sands. Before he could react, there was a sharp pain at his chest, and Keltin hissed in response. He peeked out from under his arm at the wherlet that now climbed off his chest with a glint of blood on his talons. A feral wher? That was it then. The pain burned on his chest, and reduced Keltin's breathing to a shallow pulse. Sudden movements only meant for a stab of pain in his chest. With the wher distracted by the meat to the side, Keltin carefully lower his arms, and tenderly touched the long and jagged gash down his torso. Slowly, he tried to sit up, only to wince and fall backwards with a sharp inhale. That sharding hurt...
You, mine, said the voice in his head. Keltin raised his head to see the brown wher licking at his chest. Oh great! The wher was done with the meat provided, and now thought it would be smart to eat the prey he took down earlier. Hurt you. You okay? Keltisk sorry. Blurry-eyed, Keltin looked at the rainbow-swirling orbs of the wher, finally noticing the yellow-tinge to them. That meant the wher bonded to him, and was now worried for his safety. The brown let out a squeak and nosed Keltin, blood staining his snout and bits of his neck. He would have said more if it wasn't for the bronze that decided to interfere. Sire or not, Keltisk didn't want Iggesk near His. He stepped away from the body of Keltin, tense, and glaring at the bronze.
He threw his head back, not caring about the sand that was getting in his hair, or the fact that he could be burned from it, and grimaced. A wher. A stupid wher. Why did he pick a wher to bond to? He might as well have picked a dragon... Less dangerous. "Keltisk," he murmured faintly, closing his eyes, perfectly content with falling asleep right then and there... The smooth voice of Iggent telling him to keep Keltisk on a leash was all Keltin last heard. "Keltisk," he repeated firmly, "Stop. Leave Iggesk alone." The command was firm, though weak, but it got through to the brown. As he floated away from consciousness, Keltin was vaguely aware of someone picking him up, lifting him off of the sands that he rather wanted for the warmth.
Keltisk licked his maw, tasting Keltin's blood on his lips and teeth, and still tried to stare down the bigger wher. He growled slightly, a noise that came out as a childish squeak. No touch! Keltin! the brown said, pacing backwards from Iggesk, and fully expecting to bump into Keltin's torso. Instead, he stepped onto the blood-soaked sand of where Keltin once was. Where? he crooned, worried for Keltin. The brown nosed the sand, as if Keltin was caught under it, before noticing that some other person was carrying His away. Back! Keltisk demanded, bounding after Iggent at a much slower pace that was accompanied by his own tripping and half-burying his snout in sand.
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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 23, 2010 20:26:52 GMT -5
Gold SamarskSamarsk let Iggesk nuzzle with her and she nuzzled back. She was content with the Impresions made so far. Her and Iggesk's hatchlings had chosen worthy handlers to bond with. She had not been worried at the injury incurred by the one named Keltin. After all, Keltisk had not meant to injure His. Besides, these sort of maulings were more frequent with wher hatchings than they were with dragon hatchings. When she heard Iggest say, 'Iggesk proud of Samarsk and Iggesk's hatchlings. Samarsk lay fine clutch. More come. Iggesk be proud then too.' Samarsk felt herself swell more with pride. The both of them had done great with their hatchlings indeed. She was sure that the rest of the eggs would hatch soon and the wher hatchlings would quickly find the one handler that they would bond to. SamariSamari was grateful when Iggent had returned a light squeeze on her hand. She hadn't known she had grabbed for him, but having him there, relieved something within her that she didn't know about yet. At least, not consciously. When Iggent slipped his hand from hers, Samari let him and nodded at his request to let him know what he would miss after he comes back from deliviring the injured Keltin to the infirmary. She watched a little anxiously as Iggent bent over to pick up Keltin. She wished that Iggent would hurry back soon, but she also didn't want him getting into an accident himself should he become too hasty in getting Keltin to the infirmary and under the capable hands of the Healers and resident Doctors of the Weyr.
After the commotion had calmed down a bit and there was once more relative silence within the Hatching Grounds except for the rocking of the eggs. All too soon, egg number 1, rocking too violently, rolled away from its mound and knocked itself hard on the other eggs. There was an audible crack to be heard by all around. Finally, egg number 1 will soon reveal the wher hatchling within as fine hairline cracks spread from the top of the egg all the way down, neatly splitting the shell in half. And inside the shell was a wher hatchling colored Blue like the Azure skies of Earth on a cloudless day. He opened his snout to yawn for he had been industriously trying to get out of shell for some time now. He was tired but more than that, he was hungry and he shook himself awake, his wings unconsciously unfurling and spraying egg goo on those nearby. As he stood to look around, trying to orient himself with his surrounding area, one could see that his forelegs have some darker blue (0047AB) triangular stipes on the sides of his legs. On his back, he has some lighter blue (87CEEB) striations as if he had been scratched by some animal. On his wing membranes, green-colored (00A550) veins can be seen by the naked eye. Currently, he is four feet long in length from nose-tip to tail-tip with a wingspan of six feet. And when he stands on all fours, his height, taken at his shoulders is, two feet tall. Having oriented himself with his surroundings, he walked quite unsteadily, his fatigue getting the better him, not to mention his hunger sapping what litter energy he had left. He was headed towards the nearest bowl of meat, his eyes a rapid swirling of red testament to his great hunger, his nose unerringly leading him to food that would help to give him more energy. And the person near the bowl of meat that the blue was headed for, was Garrik.
When egg number 1 had knocked into the other eggs, egg number 5 acquired infinitessimal cracks along its eggshell. The occupant inside could be heard scraping at the egg from within, wanting to come out of its prison of an egg. Finally, a Bronze nose managed to poke through the egg and the cracks continued to grow and spread. After a few seconds of rest, the wher hatchling from within struggled once more and manage to make more holes through the egg. Now, his entire head showed through one hole, and his forelegs and hindlegs showed in other holes created. The Bronze was actually now wearing his eggshell instead of hatching from it. Confused at the turn of events but unable to do anything about it, the Bronze his eyes swirling red in hunger headed to the nearest food source. He was just currently too hungry to worry about the eggshell that he now wore instead of hatching from it. The Bronze wher hatchling headed towards the nearest bowl of meat which happened to be beside Guin.
GuinGuin, was all excited as he watched the little wher babies hatching from their eggs. So far there had been a lovely Green wher that bonded with Virika. A handsome Brown wher that bonded with Keltin, although Guin did wonder if Keltin was alright having received such injuries from the Brown. There were still four eggs left but only three of them seemed to be actively rocking and shaking. One of the eggs rolled and knocked into the other two rocking eggs. The egg that rolled, revealed a cute little Blue wher who was approaching the bowl of meat that near another boy. And then, egg number five revealed the Bronze nose of a wher. However, instead of actually hatching, the Bronze just managed to make more holes by poking out his head and legs. Guin thought that the Bronze looked really cute and funny having to wear the egg instead of hatching from it. However, Guin's eyes got huge when the Bronze seemed to be heading towards him... well, not him precisely, but the bowls of meat that were by his feet. With the Bronze wher hatchling coming near, Guin did what needed to be done and cut himself on his left palm making himself bleed. Guin squatted down and picking up a piece of meat, dribbled some of his blood over it. He then offered the blooded meat to the little Bronze Hatchling.
 Wher Name: Guinsk Wher Color: Bronze (C68E17)Wher Description: Guinsk's color is a Bronze (C68E17) that has a dark orangey hue to it. He has dark bronze (AF7817) zig zag lines from the top of his head all the way down to the tip of his tail. On his belly, he has criss-cross stripes of a darker bronze (805817) color. On his wing membranes, he has dark green-colored (00693E) veins that can be seen by the naked eye. Currently, he is six feet long from nose-tip to tail-tip with a wingspan of nine feet. And when he stands on all fours, his height, taken at his shoulders is, three feet tall. Basic Personality: Loyal, Protective, Imperious Bonded: Guin Yukimura The Bronze wher hatchling saw someone offering him a piece of meat that smelled delightfully delicious. With prideful stride of his legs, he approached the boy and snatched at the meat. The meat was covered with blood and loving the taste, approached the boy instead. His nose unerringly led him to the bleeding palm of the boy and with his tongye licking at the wound, the bond was created between boy and wher. Mine! Help Guinsk hatch! Guinsk ordered His as he looked into His' eyes with his own eyes a swirl of rainbow colors. Much as he adored His, he really wanted to be rid of his shell. Guin just nodded and readily helped his bronze wher. Ignoring his injured palm, Guin pried away the hard eggshell that still encased the rest of Guinsk's body. As he worked on getting Guinsk free from his shell, Guinsk focused on eating the meat. He was hungry and he wanted out of his shell. Since Guinsk couldn't do anything about getting himself free of the eggshell, he let His take care of eat while he stuffed himself with some much needed food. After some time, Guinsk was finally free of his egg. Guinsk was a Bronze (C68E17) color that has a dark orangey hue to it. He has dark bronze (AF7817) zig zag lines from the top of his head all the way down to the tip of his tail. On his belly, he has criss-cross stripes of a darker bronze (805817) color. On his wing membranes, he has dark green-colored (00693E) veins that can be seen by the naked eye.
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Post by Stormy on Jul 23, 2010 22:02:58 GMT -5
Garrik watched as the injured candidate--no, wherling, he had seen the rainbow of Impression in the little brown's eyes--was carried off, eyes furrowed with concern. The injured male was one of the few candidates he hadn't met, but his attention was soon distracted by the hatching of more eggs. A little Blue was staggering tiredly toward him, and he quickly sliced his palm, kneeling down.
Before the little Blue could get much closer, he reached down and picked up some of the meat in his bleeding hand, stretching the offering out to the wherlet. He saw a Bronze wander over to one of the other boys in his peripheral vision, but he didn't much care. The Blue was plenty perfect to him. He just hoped it would accept him, as well.
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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 23, 2010 23:15:43 GMT -5
 Wher Name: Garrisk Wher Color: Blue (007FFF)Wher Description: Garrisk's color is Blue (007FFF) like the Azure skies of Earth on a cloudless day. His forelegs have some darker blue (0047AB) triangular stipes on the sides of his legs. On his back, he has some lighter blue (87CEEB) striations as if he had been scratched by some animal. On his wing membranes, green-colored (00A550) veins can be seen by the naked eye. Currently, he is four feet long in length from nose-tip to tail-tip with a wingspan of six feet. And when he stands on all fours, his height, taken at his shoulders is, two feet tall. Basic Personality: Industrious, Self-Reliance, Independent Bonded: Garrik Reed The smell of blood had attracted the blue wherling and instead of heading towards the bowl of meat, was now headed towards the boy that was holding out some meat. The blue took the offered meat with his mouth and played the meat around in his mouth, trying to get more of the taste of blood that the meat was covered in. After savoring the taste of the blood, the blue chewed the meat and swallowed it after a few. But the meat was now forgotten in favor of the succulent taste of blood. Having scented and tasted Garrik's blood, the blue followed his nose to where Garrik had blooded his palm. Lapping at the bleeding palm, the blue warbled a happy greeting at Garrik. Looking up at the Garrik with swirling rainbow eyes, the blue said, Garrisk find Mine! After a pause, and a final lick on Garrik's wound, the blue added, Mine, taste good. But, Garrisk never eat Mine. And with that, Garrisk bent his head towards the nearest bowl of meat and started eating to fill his hungry stomach.
 Wher Name: N/A Wher Color: Green (004225)Wher Description: This wher is a Green (004225) so dark as to be almost black. She has bright green stripes on her neck and tail which is the only other color on her. She is the same size as the other green. Personality: N/A Bonded: WILD As soon as the bronze wher hatchling had been freed from his egg, egg number 3 decided to finally make its debut appearance. Since it was knocked over, it was currently laying down on its side. A crack appeared splitting the egg horizontally. And like an oyster shell revealing its treasure within, the eggshell parted to reveal a Green wher hatchling. She was a Green (004225) so dark as to be almost black. She has bright green stripes on her neck and tail which is the only other color on her. She seems to be the same size as the other green that had hatched earlier. She stepped out of her shell and proceeded to eat the meat in the bowls what weren't being guarded by anyone. She was very intent in getting food and not at all interested in what was happening with her siblings. She even ignored the other peope that were trying to entice her with food. Alas, it would seem that this wher would become wild and not choose to Impress/Bond with anyone present.
Samarsk had seen the various Impression made by her brood. Unfortunately, it would seem that one would not Impress. She got anxious because that would mean that her youngest baby would have to be killed. Samarsk's anxiousness was communicated over to Samari and Samari asked, "Will the little one not Impress then?" as she looked at the lovely Green wher hatchling. It was too bad that the Green seems to be a wild one. She knew that the little wher hatchling would have to be put to death, but she just wouldn't be able to do it. After all, that little wher hatchling was Samarsk's baby. She looked about, wondering when Iggent would come back from the Infirmary. |
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Post by Wesku on Jul 24, 2010 11:35:05 GMT -5
Iggesk bumped Samarsk's hide comfortingly when it became apparent that their last hatchling would die for becoming a wild. While Iggesk disliked the thought of killing the result of his own blood, he knew that wilds were dangerous. Crooning lightly, Iggesk tried to comfort the Gold. She was a new mother. This would be the first time one of her hatchlings were put to death.
Iggesk sad for hatchling. Iggesk sad for Samarsk.
The soft grey that seemed to seep into his whirling eyes only showed how true that statement was.
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Iggent was satisfied that young Keltin was in good hands. The handler had walked into the infirmary and laid the bleeding boy on one of the many beds. Then he had barked at a healer and left. Iggesk had sent his handler a wave of regret just a moment ago, and Iggent was anxious to return to the Sands. He knew what Iggesk had meant in that single wave of feeling. One of the hatchlings was wild. One of the hatchlings would die.
Sighing, Iggent ran a hand through his hair. This wouldn't be the first time the ex-thief had killed a wild wher hatchling, and it probably wouldn't be the last. That didn't mean that he enjoyed it. Iggent hated taking the life of something so young. Adults of any species were always easier to kill than a youngling.
Reaching the Sands once more, Iggent quickly resumed his position by Samari's side. He looked at the small Green that seemed intent on eating and avoiding people. She was beautiful. Unsheathing his blade, Iggent tested the edge.
"Would you like to leave? I don't want to make this harder."
There was a thickness to his voice that belied his seemingly detached attitude about killing the Green.
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Post by Houka Ryuu on Jul 28, 2010 18:29:17 GMT -5
Samari & Samarsk
Samari felt relieved when Iggent came back. And when she heard him say, 'Would you like to leave? I don't want to make this harder.' All Samari could do in response was nod her head. She was too speechless at what was about to happen to the little green hatchling that had chosen to be wild. With a word to Samarsk, Samari suggested that they should leave the business of putting down the wild wher with Iggent and Iggesk.
Then looking at the new Wherlings she said to them, "Well, the hatching is over. The little green wher hatchling has chosen to be wild. Why don't we all leave the hatching grounds now so that Iggent can do what's necessary." Urging those near her away from the Hatching Grounds.
Samarsk's hide had also taken a grey tinge. She did not like the fact that one of her own would indeed have to be killed. She nuzzled with Iggesk a bit taking comfort from him being there with her. How she wished that her youngest had chosen one of the humans present, but one cannot force a wher to impress. With a sad sigh as she heard Samari tell her to move away from the Hatching Grounds to let Iggent and Iggesk do what's necessary, she walked dejectly away from the sands.
Mine says let you and Yours do necessary thing. Samarsk told Iggent as she walked away not daring to look back at her adorable youngest wher hatchling. It would just break her heart if she stayed to watch.
Guin
After a few minutes of Guin finally setting Guinsk free of his egg, he heard Samari speak, 'Well, the hatching is over. The little green wher hatchling has chosen to be wild. Why don't we all leave the hatching grounds now so that Iggent can do what's necessary.' After she was done speaking, Guin turned his head to look at the last wher hatching. It was true, the green wher hatchling was not interested in Impressing with any of the Candidates at all. He looked down at Guinsk who was still eating his fill.
"Better hurry there. I think your sibling has chosen to become wild." Guin casually inform his Bronze Wher.
Guinsk looked up from his bowl of meat and saw the truth of His' words. But, his tummy took precedence over anything, so he went back to eating as he told His, Go later. I hungry. Finish eating first. and would not be budged from his position.
Guin sighed as he waited for Guinsk to finish eating. He was kind of curious as to what was necessary that had to be done himself so he wasn't pushing Guinsk to hurry up with his eating.
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Post by FaizahPandora on Jul 28, 2010 18:43:34 GMT -5
((Do you want the government to take the little green? If so I can edit this post so Faizah and Ammon appear with scientists to capture her for further study.))
((Okay. So Faizah and some Military and Scientist peoples shall interrupt. The little green shall live! ^-^))
Suddenly Faizah and three other people appeared in the hatching grounds. Two of them, men, wore the typical uniform of the american army, and they were carrying a sturdy cargo cage between them. The other, a woman, was dressed in work casual clothes with a white labcoat over it. She had glasses on and was looking at the wild wher with obvious interest.
Faizah called out. "Wait!" Then she approached Samari and asked, "Is that green wild? You're not planning to kill her, are you? Ammon brought some people who want to take any wild whers we get and study them. They want to better understand them." Faizah explained in a hurry.
At just that moment Ammon's brown Anubis flew in, squaking at Iggent with his knife withdrawn. Ammon wasn't far behind. As soon as he was close enough to be heard, despite being out of breath, he yelled. "Don't kill it!"
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