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The first (living) green on the sands was nothing extraordinary; dark with some light touches around her tail, feet and wings. She ripped the shell of her egg apart and screamed a second time as soon as her feet hit the grass.



On the other end of the clutch, the Ugly Spots Egg had decided a bad time was as good a time as any to hatch. A blue nose poked through the top of the shell, the mouth opening and closing as if pleading for air. Though, what he really wanted was food.

The dragonet freed himself more patiently than his sister, but when he saw what was going on, he froze. Terrified, he sank down to lay beside the shells of his egg. Unlike his clutchmate, the noises he made were produced from fright.

This was turning into a bloodbath. Back in his weyr, he could feel the heavily restrained Faladeth testing her bonds. Blood. Violence. Something in there that she could kill. She wanted it. He could feel her lust. Flesh rent by her claws. Hot blood in her mouth. Yes. Kill.

Gritting his teeth, X'nar forced her to settle; it was nigh on impossible that she'd actually snap the chains that held her, but very probable that she'd damage herself if she kept straining against them. Last thing he needed with the tunnelsnake problem taking, it would be fair to say, a fairly large turn for the worse was an injured beast. The white guard would be mopping the problem up, and he did not want to have to sit out because Faladeth had torn a muscle...

Things on the sands were getting interesting again; two shells cracked, but it looked like one of the dragons was either dead or at least too weak to move. The second one looked like a better specimen, looked pretty angry too. Nothing compared to the fury of a white, of course, but in the grand scheme of things that green still looked pretty damn pissed off...

Where had the tunnelsnake gone anyway?

Shards.

What he wouldn't give for a drink right now; a drink and his weaponry come to that, he felt naked and vulnerable without his whip, his big knife, and of course Faladeth herself.

Shifting restlessly from foot to foot, X'nar swept the hatching grounds with wary eyes; that damned thing wasn't going to catch him off guard, not in a month of blue moons...

Speaking of blues, one had just hatched. It didn't seem to sure of itself, though.

Vessali was sure that the shudders running through him were vibrating up through the ground as the gold stomped her feet and made sure that the candidates were sharding wary of getting to close to her and hers again. Fairly sure, at least. He supposed his nerves could still be making muscles jump. He just wanted his hands to stop shaking.

And they did, mostly, when the eggs started to actually crack. The sight of that poor limp leg from the shell that had smelled so bad wasn't encouraging, but at least her sister had spirit. Not, mind, that too much spirit in a dragonet was necessarily a bad thing, but it was better than dead. Had to be.

And then there was the blue. A shy blue? Or a confused blue, maybe, but that was two dragons out of their shells and not yet charging at anyone. Maybe things were calming down. Vessali's heart still clipped along.

"Look," he murmured to Sammis. "Here we go."

Dark eyes flicked between the two very different dragonets now currently fully hatched. Mairin was least concerned physically about the blue, he seemed content to hide amongst shell shards for the moment and wasn't likely to go running about searching for His in any sort of mad panic. She did worry about the fear evident in his eyes though and what might happen if he became too afraid of the situation at hand.

The little green female on the other hand was one to watch. She'd been quite aggressive in getting out of her egg and freedom seemed to have done nothing to sooth her spirits. Mairin reached up sub consciously to fiddle with the end of her braid as she continued to watch the pair eager to see where they would go and who they would choose.

Jerishude stared at the events that were unfolding, his usual grin slowly leaking back on to his face. He could only smile now because they were a bit safer with eggs hatching and being away from the gold. Still though the dead dragonet was not a good sign. Death for the first egg of the hatching was probably the worst thing yet.

Of course the angry green was amusing but not so much the cowardly blue. Hopefully things would get better sooner than later.

...Woah. X'nar gritted his teeth as the angry little green was dragged away. The noises she made. Would she be alright? Her mother seemed to have lost sight of her, and was still searching among the unhatched eggs. The blue was on the move now, had he found his rider? He couldn't tell for sure from here, and his attention was being pulled away by concern for the feisty green. He wouldn't admit it of course, but it would break his heart to see the poor little thing torn apart before she had a chance to find her rider... It looked like Brambel and that wingleader (F'sey, right?) were off to deal with the tunnelsnake.

They could really use a white dragon or two to rip it up, but X'nar knew very well that in the end it would probably do more harm than good; Faladeth would shred a hatchling as soon as a tunnelsnake if he didn't keep a firm enough hold on her.

Bile rose in Mairin's throat when at the sound of the green dragonet's cries. The feisty thing was fighting for her life but Mairin doubted even with help on the way it was a fight the hatchling could win. The girl's hands balled into tight fists at her side as anger built inside her. This was so damned unfair, there was nothing almost anyone could do right now but watch and listen. No amount of physical strength or special training would do Mairin good in this situation.

That the gold was now actively carefully shoving the others eggs around was also distressing. For all the good it might do to reveal the fight, Mairin guessed it was going to result in more confused or angry hatchlings. Nothing seemed to want to go right tonight.

Well maybe one thing, the blue was on the move and seemed to know where he was headed.