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Fadrin watched as a calm dragon burst forth first - a good start - only to be followed by three very angry dragons. It made him reel a little as his brows furrowed in disappointment. He'd heard Hatchinga could be vicious but this... Seemed unreasonable.

He leaned a bit into Kylerr as the brown stalked towards them, watching the young male with a wary gaze. The dragon seemed more feral than anything else. It reminded him of a prickly wher.

Unconsciously, he tensed his muscles, unsure of how to interpret that stalking... Better to be defensive, he decided, partially glad the brown was focusing on someone else.

Emmitod

The brown looked right at him and Emmitod could not look away. It's wings, huge and wet and already powerful looking, flared at him. Emmit was not afraid – Emmit was enthralled. He watched as it approached, though he was slowly beginning to realize that he was not an observer in this event... he was a character.


Vesresh

Vesresh could hear the dragon close at hand, but he was not in the front ranks and distinctly not looking, so he didn't know where it was. He couldn't see through the other male candidates to the female ones, and so he couldn't pick out the familiar red heads among them, not even for comfort. At least, though, he wasn't the only younger, frightened person amidst the boys: he could see, not too far away, a boy not much older than himself. He was, Vesresh realized, from the Benden Creche. Instinctively heading towards similarity and familiarity, he moved closer to Jaric...


Mazaah (Concept Entry)

All right, so it was quieter than a wher hatching, that she knew, but it didn't look that way for long if that brown had its way. She leaned towards Vosin “So, your saying its usually like this, huh.” Lessons had included what to do when a dragon hatchling decided to take a chunk out of you, but considering that, in her experience, they were pretty passive, she hadn't expected it to actually be a proper thing. “Think any will have a run at us?”

The pair of greens split apart panting and hissing at one another, the ichor that oozed from their wounds gleaming brighter than either of their hides in the shifting light of glows and torches. Posturing and showing their teeth they circled one another around the toppled Welcoming Egg, which was still wriggling and twitching but as yet showed no sign of breaking open.

The Guiding blue had got back to his feet and was now watching the Keep Out brown with some caution, though his eyes remained blue as yet.

As for Keep Out.... Keep Out was not happy. He was not happy at all. When Emmitod failed to give ground at his approach the brow let out a chilling how and sprung at the boy, jaws gaping and claws extended. It was quite clear that this was no feint, the dark-hided dragon was going for blood.

And the hatching had started off so well, Ceirrys thought to himself as he shifted nervously on the sands, none of the Hatchings he'd been to thus far had been quite like this. Maybe there was something in this haunting atmosphere that had influenced these eggs and now the dragonets bursting from their shells; a blue that did not seem to give one whit about Impression (but at least he was even-tempered), two greens out for one another's ichor, and a brown clearly out for blood -- was anyone going to impress tonight?

As the brown drew closer he mustered his will to not bolt like a terrified wherry; sure it was a fresh hatchling, but it was still a DRAGON, advancing on them, with glowing eyes matching the torchlight of the cavern and sharp teeth and sharp claws-- just look at the damage the two greens had done t one another in this short expanse of time. He felt an odd modicum of relief when the brown picked a target, it appeared to be going after one of the Malvern candidates, What was his name again? Emi? Emit? ... Eh, something like that. All he knew was he hadn't cared for the candidate's attitude, reminded him too much of the relatives he'd left at home, albeit he also wouldn't wish this dragonet on anyone. At least there are healers nearby, right?

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Carwyn urged her parents to hurry, Capella chirping and whistling behind them. Alaiath let out an encouraging croon as they were strapped in and Cappy wrapped herself atop Carwyn's shoulders. Alaiath hunched down and with a mighty leap was airborne, blinking between as soon as could be considered safe. She emerged in the Benden weyrbowl and she wove between the other arriving dragons to find a spot for Carwyn and her parents to unload. Once they found their way safely to the stands she joined the other humming dragons on the edge of the bowl. Carwyn was dissapointed that they had missed the first few hatchlings' arrival, but was able to spot Ceirrys in the row of male candidates and eagerly pointed him out to her mother and father.

Vesin gasped as the keep out egg sprung at the one boy. She gripped to Vosin's arm and tried to not watch what was going to happen. "I think I see him. Should we try to move closer to the guys to see if we can pull him out of the way if need be? I'm not liking how this clutch is looking...the only one to show any kind of decorum is that little blue..." her eyes flicked over the still wobbling eggs. Maybe Vos was right and it was the night and all its weirdness that was making them act like this. "Maybe it is the fog...tonight is really weird all around. I mean. Look at this weird lighting." She commented to all the girls around her.

The Keep Out brown hit Emmitod with a thump and his weight bore the candidate to the ground. Moments later the brown sprang forward again, abandoning his previous victim and moving on in search of the next. It was not immediately clear whether Emmitod was unhurt, wounded... or worse.

Keep Out had no care at all for what he had left behind him and indeed seemed to be giving little thought in general; with guttural snarls he snapped and slashed at boys at random before his eyes locked on Kylerr. With a piercing scream he charged once more, seeming as intent on doing harm to the Harper as he had been on getting at Emmitod a few moments ago.

Fadrin winced as the other boy crumpled before the fury of the brown, sympathy curling through him. He'd been squared by runners before... Knocked you clean out of breath. He hoped that was all that had happened to his peer.

And then the brown was lashing out... And, it seemed to quickly, the male shifted his gaze to Kylerr. Eyes widened as the intent became clear and Fadrin gulped even as his body moved.

True to his word and his sense of duty, Fadrin stepped between the brown and the Harper, arms up and body hunched forward to catch the brown as he surged, his muscles bulging, straining as he pivoted, trying to use the Brown's momentum to throw the hatchling away. Fadrin was no small boy, and the way his feet dug into the sand and the aubidle 'hrruh!' as he met the Brown's charge contrasted greatly with his mild nature.

The brown would not have his friend!

Several things happened in rather quick succession. As Fadrin grabbed him the brown screeched his rage and lashed out at the boy's face with his front claws as he was hurled away. With agility that belied his size he twisted in the air and landed on his feet, skidding back a short distance through the sand before screeching again and making another charge.

At the moment Fadrin grabbed the large brown something else happened; the Guarding Egg shattered into a thousand pieces and a jewel bright green staggered forth, trying to get her feet under herself. As the brown landed and screeched she let out a howl of her own and as he charged so did she, stumbling and tripping at first but soon gaining speed.

The brown leapt at Fadrin.

The green leapt at the brown.

The pair of dragons met in mid air and hit the ground tumbling and snarling. The brown's teeth sank into the green's shoulder and she let out another howl of rage and pain, cuffing her sibling in the face and struggling to free herself. Her eyes however did not gleam orange with the light of battle, they were swirling with every colour of the rainbow and one brave but extremely unwise boy would know exactly why that was.



It might have gone badly for the Guarding Green had her howl not finally attracted the attention of the two other greens on the sand. With looks of mutual disgust the turned away from other another and charged at the brown. The small Shrieking green reached him first and sprang onto his back but Charging was not far behind and her greater bulk combined with the efforts of her sisters bowled the Keep Out brown off the Guarding green. Scrambling back upright the brown snarled and snapped his jaws, his gaze flickering between the three sisters.