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 Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 7:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 7:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 8:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 8:04 pm
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Nonami - Western Candidate
A bronze..
That egg had hatched a bronze..
They swallow nervously, the feeling only exacerbated by the growing number of hatchlings that tumbled out with red eyes. Yet, there were some calmer ones hatching as well.. All they could do was take a deep breath and think positive thoughts, even if their gaze trailed over the bronze who had laughed at them...
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Ielin - High Reaches Candidate
He’s a touched surprised when the younger candidate takes his hand. Yet he squeezes it gently, tucking her hand against the side of his robe -- she was safe, he wanted to reassure. Even if the words weren’t flowing how he wished they would.
Ielin glances about, noting down mentally where the closest wandering babies were. Yet he doesn’t completely lose sight of the gathering of bronzes and greens--specifically Crucio who had startled his new .. friend. It is a gentle worry -- dragon teeth and claws were sharp, just as Avada Kedavra had shown. Yet he doesn’t let the slow bubble of fear get too far. Gentle, happy thoughts -- but not blindingly so.
“I don’t know.” The answer feels a bit dumb out of his mouth, but it’s the truth. They were unpredictable, truly. “But whatever happens, you’ll be okay. I’ma big shield.” That he was, and that he would do. A big guy like himself could take a beating in place of other candidates -- if just to keep them safe.
“R’member, happy thoughts, too. Never know if yours is out there.”
NovaCracker They are <3 Precious babs
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 9:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 9:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 5:08 am
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DONOVOST
The candlemarks sped by, rapidly unraveling into one of the most remarkable scenes that Donovost had ever witnessed, for all that it might have seemed commonplace to many in the audience. From the center of the massive crowd of ever more excited Candidates, an egg hatched to reveal a bronze and was followed shortly by the emergence of the day’s first green. It seemed to Donovost that everything happened at high speed thereafter, with dragon after dragon bursting from their eggs like mushrooms popping from a field after a storm. And while some quickly Impressed—the bronze, a gold, two greens—the others seemed far more interested in each other than in any of the Candidates. Around him, Candidates were crying and laughing and shrieking and murmuring quiet concern in turn as the scene unfolded, as infants postured and bickered and woke their clutchmates to do the same, but Donovost was quiet. He was focused.
His earlier nervous excitement hadn’t left him; quite the contrary, with each passing moment his excitement grew, manifesting as spiking adrenaline and clear-minded attention as he monitored the squabbling dragonets through the mess of his milling peers. Despite the whirling yellows and reds marking alarm in the eyes of several dragonets, for the first time since leaving home, Donovost found himself in a familiar role, that of witness to a --pack’s? herd’s? flock’s?--clutch’s dispute. It was grounding, comforting, but also fascinating, and Donovost watched it all with his mouth hanging slightly open, as if he meant to comment on the scene but kept losing his words to a new sight.
A blue had emerged; another green; another green; a brown; and then another bronze had bugled his arrival and snapped at the green sister who had roused him. Like the green, Donovost had been unfazed by the small act of violence. Intelligent though dragons may be, these were babies—strong, sharp, opinionated babies who had been cooped up inside shells for months on end, unable to move or reach each other. Pecking orders must be established and pent up energy released, and then the babes would settle, he was sure.
Even as the thought crossed his mind, he calmly stepped several paces to the left to avoid the cheery green who charged past moments later. Well-used to navigating crowds of large potentially-spookable and -dangerous beasts, he found it no great task to keep tabs on the dozen or so hatchlings on the Sands. He spared the green, whose body language to his eyes said goin’ this way and not food target spotted, only a brief look as she passed to ensure that she maintained her trajectory away and then resumed his observation of the brewing showdown. Despite the concerned exchanges around him, to Donovost’s eyes even the snappy, red-eyed babes didn’t seem in a hurry to rip either each other or the Candidates to shreds, but maybe that would change when both sides had rallied all of their reinforcements.
In the back of his mind, it occurred to him that, probably, the showdown and what it told him of the character and capabilities of the babes shouldn’t be his priority. He was supposed to be—what was it, projecting happiness? Openness? Acceptance? Being quietly loud, so that His might find Him, if they were there. Considering, Donovost decided that, well, he was. But. His eyes drifted to the snappy bronze; to a wirey brown; to a proud blue; to the green-bronze, laying, who also seemed to be enjoying the show. Surely, Donovost considered, feeling almost vulgar for entertaining the idea; surely his own opinion of the dragon that might be his future mattered, too?
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 5:30 am
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Ruunan [HR] - 16 - he/him/his - App Woodcrafter
Fear twisted in his gut, and he realised then that he desperately needed to visit a privy. Oh, shards and shells. He clenched, desperately hoping the feeling would pass. Dragonriders didn’t just… well, relieve themselves when things got stressful. No. Normal people didn’t do that either. They just managed until it was appropriate…
He tried to ignore the knot of dread in his stomach and focus on his breathing. One silent inhalation, one slow, outwards breath… one, and two… one, and two.. And… ouch. He winced, but then backed up a little, narrowly avoiding the energetic How Far I’ll Go Green as she went on some adventure or another. Now… that looked to be Nyaranau in dragon-form. His fear took a momentary backseat to his surprise and budding amusement. “Ah, don’t worry about it.” Ruun’ made an attempt at an empathic smile, but his nerves were most definitely being tested, and it had a rather fixed and uncertain air about it.
Still, with Rykin, and now this new candidate… he didn’t feel quite so alone or unprotected. He tried to muster a brave smile, although his face was still unusually drawn and pale, and nodded. “I don’t want to be a bother…” He began, realising his voice was a squeak. He coughed and cleared his throat. “If there’s trouble, you should run too. Right? Is… isn’t that what candidates are supposed to do?” Ruunan had thought it was the best option for both candidate and dragon- to avoid mauling, or hurting either party… but maybe Rykin knew something he didn’t? Ruun knew he wasn’t the smartest boy around.
He rubbed his hands on his robes, once more staring at the Harry Potter dragons who seemed to be amassing for Faranth knows what. And there, in the middle, was the Be Prepared Brown who just seemed very detached and unbothered by it all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 7:02 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 7:10 am
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The little A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes green creeled appreciatively when Go The Distance Bronze came to her side. Her eyes whirled a bright blue-green in pleasure, though some yellow tickled the corners. Everyone seemed so alarmed! So distressed! Her pour little hearts were upset for them, and her cousins.... they frightened her a little.
Still, she nuzzled fondly to Go the Distance, taking a moment to fuss over the handsome and strong clutchsib, before she turned to look around at all the Candidates. Oh, did one of those hearts need her? Did one of those hearts want her?
She finally began to move, pausing now and then to look up at their faces. If they looked too distressed, she would pause and give them a sad cry, nosing at them, before moving on, searching for Hers. Who could it be?
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 7:12 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 7:15 am
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There. How Far I'll go could finally sense what she was looking for. Threadding herself through the crowds of people, the Green seemed to have little care for who she struck on the way, starting to run. Her wings mantled, legs leading her to bound towards one figure, and one figure only. How was she to care for anyone but Hers right now? After all, she was RIGHT THERE. Leaping and skidding to a stop, sand sprayed everywhere around her, leaving a small green figure in front of Roana.
There you are, Roana. Your Ulendoth was looking for you. The Green was careful not to push her claws in as she stretched up to try to tug Roana down to her, eyes whirling a beautiful rainbow of Impression as she spoke, Let's get out of here and go for adventures, for we're the best the weyr could ever have. You and me, we're destined to see all of Pern together.
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