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Post by kthehuman on Apr 18, 2013 19:14:40 GMT -5
J'shom chuckled at Jayli's nudging, rubbing his hand across his back. "I suppose so," he obliged. Next thing he knew, one of the gold's siblings had managed to get it to stop screeching. He sighed in relief, only to tense with worry as it charged across the Sands. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, as he looked for the other hatchlings. One had managed to pass through the rows of candidates...and stopped at someone on the row of benches by the sands! "Ha!" he cried, shaking his head. "He wasn't even a candidate! Everything about this clutch appears to be...well, odd!" Not that he minded, but dragons tend to stick to tradition fairly well with their clutching habits. ---- A blue/brown dragon walked in front of Castiel, stopping for a moment to stare at him. Castiel tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed as he studied the little dragon. He was just about to reach out when the hatchling decided to amble along. It was then that Castiel noticed the relative silence. He glanced up quickly, searching for the green/gold that had been screaming. It appears he had just noticed the crowd, as he was trundling toward them at a dangerous pace. Having been warned of this, Castiel braced himself to dodge the little dragon if necessary.
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Post by Pocket on Apr 18, 2013 21:27:29 GMT -5
Jayli shook his head, watching with rapt attention as the little gold/green went on one of the biggest fits he’d seen at a hatching in a while. Hopefully he would calm down some when he found his chosen, but something about his manner seemed to say otherwise… The green rider started as J’shom gave a cry, looking in the direction towards the first Impression – to someone in the stands, no less. “Stands Impressions do happen, J.” He lightly bumped his shoulder into the brown rider’s, shaking his head. “They aren’t odd. They’re unique.”
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With the attention split between the brattish gold/green and the first impression of the clutch – the first hatched, no less, it wasn’t difficult to assume some candidates got caught in Public Centerpiece’s warpath. The candidates he knocked over weren’t seriously hurt in any way, however; they were pushed down, and some would be left with bruised shins and knees. But no major injuries, no bloodshed; it might seem like he was trying yet another tactic until he got the attention he wanted.
From the center of the clutch, Sweet Fix watched her brother’s tantrum with what could modestly be a disapproving air. She tried flicking her wings out of her way, but to no avail—no matter; she would just have to work around the stubborn things. With gentle nudges and croons, she tried to coax Delicate Riches to be in a bigger hurry to hatch. Being sideways couldn’t be all that fun, after all. However, the blue/brown continued glancing over her shoulder, always keeping a check on her brother.
Towards the side of the clutch, Dragon’s Eye egg gave some powerful lurches, for an egg that small of size. It collided hard into Fresh Scent, making webs of cracks splinter across its soft yellow shell. Dragon’s Eye split in half, sending the hatchling tail-over-snout across the small hill it and its’ close kin were sat on. It flopped into the sand, sputtering sand out as it tried to right itself. He was a small one, given his size—but a color that hadn’t been seen yet. He was a soft bronze under all that egg fluid, almost a pale tan. But at his points, his hide seemed to darken out to a proper, metallic bronze. As he continued to dry, it became easier to see the twotoned markings that were becoming a flagship of this clutch—a faded green that swirled and fired across his hide, much like his sire’s. At the end of his tail, there were three darker green rings.
Untold Wonder blinked and shook his head, chirruping softly as he tried to stand. Though his legs shook with the effort to hold his newly hatched body up, and he ended up plopping back into the sand. Oops.
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