Handing out Sparklies

[Akki]

Viktu looked up from where he sat on the ground and grinned at Kadren before introducing himself. “I’m Viktu, I was a cook at Caspian before I chased the whers down and followed them here.”

Speaking of Caspian, yesterday Fysque had appeared with a letter from the headcook from the Hold. They made it quite clear that they weren’t happy with the fact that the blonde man had taken off with no warning. Oops. The gold crooned and wrapped her tail around his neck while he grinned to himself. He didn’t regret the decision that he made.

All eyes turned to the multi colored egg and all eyes widened when the creature appeared. Creatures? Creature? What exactly did you call a wher with two heads? Viktu contemplated this for a moment but soon it didn’t matter as the two headed wher split into two whers. Well that made more sense, now didn’t it. The tiny blue opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into Fyg’s leg. Viktu stared with his mouth slightly askew before words could be formed, “Faranth Fyg. Your hands are going to be full.” It seemed like an appropriate thing to say consider that it was true – he was pretty sure one wher was tricky enough, but two? Hoo boy, this would be interesting.

The blue was so small that it fit perfectly in Fyg’s lap while her brown wher more or less examined the new one. He was glad to see that Fygwesk was accepting of the blue, it could have easily gone horribly wrong if he had decided to be territorial.

[Spirithawk]

The second blue was a study in contrasts compared to her brother. That's right, I didn't type wrong, her brother. This was the darkest female blue to ever grace dragonkind. Most of the female blue dragon were light, airy colors.

This female was very different. Her hide was dark blue, with similar markings on her wings as her twin, but not quite as noticeable. She sat there stunned for a moment. She had been working so hard to get them both out and looking after her brother in the egg for so long it had seemed that now she was a little unsure of what to do. He had a big brown wher and a two-legger to take care of him now.

That meant something, but she was so hungry that she couldn't figure out what. She creeled in her egg shards for a few minutes before the hunger got so bad that it felt like it was gnawing her insides out.

That was it! She needed to find someone who'd feed her like her brother was being fed. Thoughts of her brother fled her mind when she fastened her gaze on the human standing right next to her. She sank her teeth into his hand. She could reach it by standing on her hind legs.

Kask hungry. Kask's feed her?

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The blinding pain in his hand made Kadren yelp. He had been about to respond to Viktu's greeting when the egg hatched and had been too mesmerized by the goings on to respond. The twin blue's smaller twin had already found his handler, and he thought the young blue before him was taking a longer time of it than he should.

Wait minute, did the blue just ask if he could feed her

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Admin's Note:[/hr]

"Woah, what!

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Admin's Note:[/hr]"

Kask is girl. Bad? Her head drooped a bit to think that her chosen didn't like the fact that she was female. She couldn't change that after all.

"No! No dear, I was just surprised. Hungry you say? I can say that I know the feeling but no reason for you to be hungry for much longer." He turned to Viktu, "Nice to meet you. Gotta get Kask fed though."


Wher: Kask
Handler: Kadren:
Color: Blue
Gender: Female



Appearance:
Kask is not your typical dainty female blue wher. Most of the female blues in the draconic world were light, airy colors. Not this girl! She’s a very deep shade of true blue that has a vibrant undertone that makes her dark hide glow. Her wings have the same pattern as her brother, but the lighter shade is not quite as noticeable as his. It is only on close inspection that you can see the subtle variances in her hide.

There is a hint of grace and femininity that suggest that she is a female, but she won’t really be noticed as a female until after her first run, when her body matures and gets a bit more slenderness rather than bulky growth.

Unlike her brother, she won’t be a runt. However, she won’t be the largest blue in the bunch. She will grow to the smaller side of medium for her size. As a blue, she will never be able to carry a rider, but that won’t stop her from being the strong protector her handler needs.

Personality:
Sweetly domineering over her handler, she likes to make friends almost as much as her twin brother does. She’s not as curious about everything though. She likes to see that hers has friends because she hates to see him lonely.

Fask is a wher of few words, unless they mean something. She prefers to show her meanings with her actions. She can be stubborn beyond belief when she’s fighting for a cause, and usually, that cause is making sure that her handler doesn’t suffer another “accidental fall” at the hands of a bigger boy.

Once her handler grows up a bit, she would be on the lookout for women who would tear up her handler’s heart, or for men who think that her handler is weak just because he likes to take up for underdogs like he was.

[Spirithawk]

Right on the heels of the blues' bondings, the egg that the former Caspian cook was near decided to make its debut of wobbling and cracking. It had seemed like the spring colored egg would hatch first, but now, it was the egg that looked like it was underwater that came into the race in second place, or would that be considered third since the first egg was a two-in-one deal?

This egg beat the spring egg, quite literally, by a snout. A delicate for a wher green muzzle poked out of the crack in the egg. It wasn't long before the rest of the body followed to reveal a most striking little girl.

This green had orange of all colors on her undersides, on the top of her neck ridges, and on her face. She didn't give anyone a chance to admire her though. Viktu soon became the next victim to suffer the bite of sharp baby fangs of a wherling. She couldn't reach his hand like Kask had done for hers, so she followed Wensk's example and chomped quite happily and bouncily on Viktu's leg.

Visk happy. Visk hungry. Visk's feed her? For all that she was hungry, she was certainly jittery.



Wher: Visk
Handler: Viktu
Color: Green
Gender: Female

Appearance: There seems to be a trend in the flip flopping of color trends in the dragon genders. She’s not a pale green, and her markings are different, almost masculine. Her shape, however, is nowhere near masculine. She looks dainty for a wher, even though she’s well-muscled and strong. Like her blue siblings, she will never carry a rider, but she will be a strong “workhorse” type wher. She’ll be on the lower range of what is considered large for a green wher.

Her hide is a vibrant shade of nearly neon green, a few shades lighter than true green. Her most striking features are the bottoms of her feet, belly, and the base of her tail. Those areas are a bright orange that shows up well against her green hide. Her neck ridges and the edges of her wings are rimmed with a darker green. Orange strips descend down her head from where they start and travel up her neck and then down her face on either side, accenting the angles of her wher-face. All in all, what would seem to be a strange combination, is quite striking and attractive, at least as far as whers go!

Personality:
Visk is one bouncy green. Shyness is not a word that is in her vocabulary. Neither is tact or discretion. She rivals her handler in mischievousness and is quite the accomplished flirt. She’s almost spastic in her energy. She doesn’t know the meaning of the word rest, and she could drive her handler to distraction with her endless chatter and curiosity about people in general. With her lack of tact, this might get her in trouble more often than not!
She likes the males, especially when they like her, and she likes to try to play matchmaker with her handler. She’s not sneaky about it at all, and some can’t help but like her for her openness even as some curse her for being a veritable energizer bunny according to the Terrans of old.

She doesn’t really have a temper to speak of. When she’s tired, she does like to have her handler curl up near her, but if he’s busy and she wears herself out, she’ll just flop down where she is and fall asleep. She likes to dig through people’s belongings out of curiosity though most people know that she doesn’t mean anything bad about it.

[Shekru]

Fyg remains preoccupied with Wensk, while distractedly issueing out orders and instruction to the Wherlings as they become bonded. Thankfully the meat arrived, and hungry mouths are being fed.

Fygwesk is crooning to the new youngsters, adding his confidence and steadfastness to ease their worries as they adapt to being out of their eggs and into the open.

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She couldn't help but watch the hatching eggs around her. Couldn't help it. There were so many new lives beginning and changing, and it made her smile all the wider.

Hamuna's hand rested on the egg as she sat beside it. She spoke to the shell, hoping the hatchling within would hear her. "You should see this! TWo of your siblings came from one egg, and there's a green here that's quite the spectacle!" She patted the side of the egg carefully, brushing off a speck of sand that clung to the top of it.

Hamuna was patient. Always had been. Though that didn't mean she wasn't excited! She just wouldn't rush the hatchling, whatever it turned out to be.

(( Short post is short. Shek in pain, jaw muscles making it so she can't close her jaw completely, or talk. Ow. ))

[catilena1890]

Although she couldn't see it very well, Girae could hear the eggs hatching and the sounds of the hatchlings as they came out of their shells and found their handlers. Girae grew excited as she felt the shell of her own egg, mentally willing it to hatch. She turned her attention to Fyg and smiled as she heard her new wher come to her.

"Oh I am so glad for you, what is your wher's name? What color is it? I can't see it right now because it isn't bright enough for me to do so, but perhaps after they go to sleep we can brighten things up so I can see the colors of your whers." She asked, excitement and happiness evident in her voice.

[Spirithawk]

Girae's egg had continued to shake and wobble in place, but no cracks had appeared. Apparently, the creature inside's efforts weren't quite enough, that is, until just at the moment after the green hatched and bonded to her handler.

The egg didn't crack, at least not in the way the others had. The egg shells just seemed to shimmer and crumble away from the pretty little thing within the egg.

Lemon yellow. That is about the best description that could be used to describe this pretty little girl. She looked like one of those lemon cakes with lighter icing on her hide.

She was quick to study the available handler choices. She dismissed the one who had two whers. The woman was odd, but not to her liking. Another of the females was too strong. She wouldn't need or like help.

Then, standing so close to her egg that the hatchling was surprised that she had missed her, was hers. She already her hand out, she presumed to touch the egg the wher had come from, so the hatchling sank her teeth into the girl and drank deeply, cementing the bond.

Girask's hungry. Girask lead Hers to food. Come.

Wher: Girask
Handler: Girae
Color: Yellow
Gender: Female

Appearance:


This girl can only be described as a tiny, pretty, lemon yellow dragonet with butter colored markings. She will be one of the smallest of the whers, just like the yellow dragon is smaller than a green. Only if a white wher were to come around would she have one bigger than her.

The butter yellow markings seem to follow the lines of major muscles in the wher’s body. The insides of her legs and and the places where her wing membrane meets the tendons and bones that help her flap her wings are highlighted in yellow as well. The rest is a bright, lemony, sunshiny yellow.

She is very dainty in appearance but stronger than she looks. She, like greens, blues, and most browns, will never carry a rider, but that suits her well because she prefers to act as guide-wher for her handler anyway.

Personality:

Loyalty is this girl’s code-word. Like most yellows, she’s one of the sweetest things around. She loves to be friendly, as long as there’s no threat to her handler. She is rather touchy about the fact that some people look down on her handler for being partially blind.

She hates to be separated from her handler, because how then will she help her? She is fiercely protective and always willing to help her handler even if she’s more of a hindrance than a help, and since she’s a wher, she usually is more of a hindrance but it makes her happy to be useful, even if she really isn’t.

She is perfectly fine being grounded. She will glide from time to time but only if it brings her to her chosen or the task her chosen wants to do faster. She likes to let her chosen handler see through her eyes even though the images are a little strange due to her jewel-faceted eyes. She will likely never run and she is very selective and just a touch prudish about her handler having mates.

Overall, though, she's always bright and happy and ready to greet newcomers or friends with her limited vocabulary.

Color Code: FFE87C

[catilena1890]

(OOC: OMG! I love her! Thanks hawkie!)

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Girae hissed in pain when the yellow bit her hand, but only slightly. She knew this was a necessary task that had to be done to properly bond with her new friend, and so it was with a smile that Girae let the wher drink her blood, knowing that the wher would know when to stop. She felt, rather than saw, the wher look up to her.

Girask's hungry. Girask lead Hers to food. Come. Said the yellow as she gently placed the tip of one of her pitiful wings into Girae's hand, the one that had been bitten. Tears in her eyes, Girae grinned hugely and nodded, rubbing the wing lightly with her thumb.

"Yes, let's. Girask, my love, there should be some buckets of meat nearby, there might be people with other wher's there too." She said, trying to help her wher know how to find the food. Girask started slowly towards the food, allowing her handler to get used to being led, and guided them both safely to where the food was.

Food here. Feed Girask? She asked Girae. Girae smiled and felt for the bucket, grabbing the meat within and holding it up for Girask to eat. The yellow tried her hardest not to hurt her handler as she took the meat out of Girae's hand and ate, but she could not help but nip at the fingers a few times since she was soo hungry.

[Akki]

Viktu really wasn’t even able to glance at Visk before sharp little teeth punctured his skin, blood being drawn out. He flinched, not really expecting it, but didn’t move away. Mostly because of the fact that the wher attached to him wouldn’t let go.

Visk happy. Visk hungry. Visk's feed her?

Visk. Visk. Visk. The name was being repeated in Viktu’s as he stared at the green, the voice asking for food. Visk. The name rolled off his tongue like he had always known it.

“Yes! Of course, I’ll feed you!.” Viktu finally managed to stammer out. Content with this answer, Visk let go of the man’s leg and waited with her mouth open so she could be fed. Even as she sat, her body still wriggled about – sitting still was not going to be her forte it seemed. A drudge placed a bucket of meat beside the cook and he quickly grabbed a piece of it.

However, Visk was bored of trying to be patient. She stood up and stepped onto man’s lap and quickly closed her mouth around his hand. She accidentally bit him again before opening her mouth for a second so he could remove the hand. Visk sorry. Hungry. The green explained apologetically, staring at the man as she continued to chew. She swallowed and lightly head butted Viktu, her mouth open as she silently begged for more.

The cook shook his head, not caring about a few bites and such. He was still rather surprised about the fact that there was a wher on his lap, in his mind. It was pretty easy to simply ignore any pain from the bites as he stared at the creature. Her colors were interesting – clashing but blending well at the same time. How was that possible? Wasn’t orange and green supposed to look tacky together? And yet Visk seemed to pull it off quite well.

[Spirithawk]

OOC: Sorry this has stalled. Will get the last two hatched out tomorrow!

[Spirithawk]

There were two eggs left. One had a handler who was missing in action but Tekask wasn't concerned about that. The egg was waiting for when its handler was there. The large, golden egg, however, did not feel that it had to wait. The wher sensed that someone suitable was near so it began to rock crazily.

Chunks of egg fell from the surface gradually to reveal, not a gold like everyone had expected, but a Queen nonetheless.

Silvery hide with light blue highlights gleamed wetly in the shielded light of the glows. The light was just enough to send a glimmer on the wher's hide but not enough to hurt sensitive wher eyes.

She rose from her egg shells and carefully picked her way across the hot sands to where the girl who had been given her egg was standing not far away. She creeled hunger, with just a hint of polite demand.

There was an apologetic note to her cheep as she sank her fangs into Hamuna's calf muscle through the fabric of her clothing.

Hamask sorry. Hamask hurt Hamask's. Hamask hungry. Feed please?

Wher: Hamask
Handler: Hamuna
Color: Silver
Gender: Female



Appearance: WIP

Personality: With a softer type of command than a golden queen, Hamask would rather request than demand. She's sweet for all that she's a Queen and is only very moody when she has a clutch. She very seldom uses compulsion to lead her whers, and it has to be of utmost importance for her to use force.

She usually has her requests followed because she is sensible. The only time she looses that sensibility is when her eggs are threatened or during her mating runs. She is also protective when her handler is threatened but she trusts that her handler can take care of herself.

Hamask likes to play the supportive role in her loved ones lives. She likes to guide them, subtly if she can manage to.

Color code = silver

[Minajerie]

Peranami was devastated. Her trip up to the weyr had been anything but easy. She had set out from the Hold with the best of intentions, to arrive there with plenty of time and to get to know some of the others who had turned wher candidate at the weyr. But then... there had been that fast tunnel-snake near the steep hill... and Larthy had stumbled on loose dirt... They fell. Peranami was very lucky in that she had her acrobatic reflexes to throw herself from her beloved mount, otherwise she might have been killed by him. Or at the very least come away with broken bones instead of the minor cuts and bruises and the large bump on her head. Things seemed a bit fuzzy, and she knew she must have passed out for a good amount of time.

When she awoke, she found Larthy sprawled out, with at least one broken leg of not more. She just barely covered a sob with her hand as the tears ran down her cheeks. What could she do? How could she save him? She.... she wasn't strong enough to carry him. She couldn't leave him there in such pain. She knelt before her beloved pet, a partner in so many ways. She had to know how badly he was hurt... and if it would be kinder to just... end his pain. Her face twisted in anguish at the thought, but she steeled herself and began carefully feeling him over for breaks and sprains... By the end of it she was crying harder. From both grief that this had happened, and a bit of relief. It was only one broken leg, and a sprained ankle. He would survive, if she could get him to safety.

She bandaged her runner with deft hands but little supplies. She had not thought she would need too much on a short trip to the weyr. She did the best she could though, and set the leg and bandaged the ankle. Treating any bleeding wounds her runner had and ignoring herself for the moment. She wasn't badly hurt, he was.

She managed to move him- though slowly- to a safer and more easily accessible place. She would have to get a dragon to help lift him to the weyr. She understood that their stables were very good there as well, and Larthy would be taken good care of there.

Sadly, she was fairly sure Larthy would never dance again.

With one last heart wrenching look over her shoulder, Peranami dashed off in the direction of the weyr. She would not stop. She picked a fast but sturdy pace, one she could keep for a while. When she got tired though, she kept on going. There was no guarantee that a predator would not find Larthy, and so Peranami continued for hours, her legs pumping and her lungs stressing with fatigue. Night turned into morning, morning into afternoon... and it was in the late afternoon that she finally stumbled into the weyr, and could seek out a dragonrider.

"P-Please... my runner... we have to save him!" She said, so tired and weary she was near tears yet again.

The Brown Rider was moved by her plight and by her determination to get here before yet another night should fall. After all, for all they knew, Larthy could have died in the hours(sss) it had taken Peranami to get there. Knowledge which he was not going to pound into her- for she probably already knew and did not want to go to that conclusion until it was presented as the reality.

It took little time to mount up with the rider and show him where they had fallen, and where she had stored Larthy. So many hours to run, yet so few to fly back. They landed, and the brown surveyed the area, notifying his bonded that the only blood he smelled in the facinity was old and sparse. This brought hope to Peranami and she ran to the cover she had made for her runner to find him drowsing peacefully there.

"Is he a handful around dragons?" Most animals sensed the predator and fled, but Larthy had always been a strange beast, and since he was in so much pain, sleepy, and willing for anything to help, the beast hardly noticed when he was transferred to the weyr's stables where those far more runner savvy than her could look him over and take care of him.

She hovered a bit, in her great weariness. She found herself a chair and sat in it, and soon found herself dozing. She was woken by a gentle hand in the evening light.

"Hey, weren't you a wher candidate? I heard one was coming from the hold by runner. You know, the queen has already started giving out the eggs, I think they might have started hatching... you should go see if there are any left."

It took all the energy Peranami had to stand. She stretched and a blanket fell off her shoulders that someone must have slipped onto her while she slept. She rubbed some of the chill from her skin, nodded to the kind person, and made her way to the hatching sands, only needing direction a few times.

Late. She had come late for the exact thing she had made the journey for. And inside she felt... hollow, at the moment. So many emotions had burst from her in the past so many hours... fright and sadness and haste, worry and relief and exhaustion. She moved with a determined stride even though her body felt so heavy- like she carried Larthy over a shoulder- and she knew she could have slept way into the afternoon of the next day.

Still, she made her way to the hatching sands. She was a shambles, and covered in light scabs and bruises. How could any golden wher queen see her as fit for one of her children? She didn't know. And as the soft crunch was heard under her boots, she didn't know if such thoughts were even necessary. So many wher babies had hatched... and they were beautiful.

She could feel tears at the back of her eyes and she blinked them away. There would be other times... And these fellows should be congratulated for their success in getting their whers!

Peranami laughed lightly then. Yes, this was a happy occasion. And that meant smiles. So she did just that.

Straightening herself up, she made her way over to the Wher Queen and bowed to her. "My name is Peranami, Lady. I wish to congratulate you on your clutch, and might I stick around to talk to the new wherlings?" She gave the queen a weary half smile. "I promise not to make a ruckus."

[Spirithawk]

Tekask snorted. You late. Egg almost not wait. The golden queen wasn't too impressed, but she had intuitively known, as had the egg, that the right handler wasn't there yet. Now the handler was, and the last egg finally started to split open to make its appearance. This had been an extraordinary clutch so far, and the metallic glimmer that began to show from the chips that fell out of the egg promised that the wonder hadn't ceased even though there was only one egg left to hatch.

A dark, rich bronze finally emerged from the shells, with more patience than the arrogant beasts usually showed. That would be one of his oddest traits, especially with the touch of arrogance that would emerge later on in the bronze beast's life. The creature had green highlights in his bronze hide, almost like copper pipes that have aged over the years. His bright hide didn't look old, however, simply darker than some other bronzes.

He blinked a few moments, adjusting to the light and strange sights and sounds and then made a beeline for Peranami, projecting thoughts of hunger and joy that she was finally there.

Finally. You feed. Perask hunger. That would probably be one of the longest utterances that she'd ever hear from the bronze. He latched on to her leg.

Sorry. Hunger. He sent emotions about being sorry she was so tired and now he had to hurt her.

Wher: Perask
Handler: Peranami
Gender: Male
Color: Bronze

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Appearance: Of medium build for a bronze wher, he will be one of those large enough to be ridden, especially since Peranami is lithe and athletic. His wings are slightly longer than the average bronze and his color is very striking. Green highlights the dark, orange-tinted bronze hide like darkened and aged bronze but his overall appearance is bright and metallic. His wing sails are striped lightly with green, as are the edges of his major muscles and two strips coming down his muzzle along the planes of his face.

Personality: In personality, this guy is more like a brown than a bronze only because he's more patient with others than any bronze that most people know. Perhaps the darkness of his hide has tempered the impatience. He is arrogant during runs and around those he feels has not earned his or his handler's respect.

He is a bronze of few words and prefers to "speak" with emotions and images rather than words. He is rather protective of his handler, and very arrogant about who he allows to be trusted with her safety. This might prove to be an issue if Peranami decides to have some sort of relationship. He has just a touch of jealousy that makes him snappish at times.

Color: C35617

[Minajerie]

Peranami's eyes narrowed with incomprehension when the golden queen wher spoke so to her. Egg? She didn't see any egg....Oh. Her errant and sluggish thoughts stuck at the rocking and happily shattering shell of an egg. So there was still one left.... and apparently it was meant for her. He was meant for her.

She blinked at the hatching or the bronze wher, his coloring like that of slightly rusty pipes. Original and striking. Her mind could barely put one thing together with another, so when the wher made a straight shot for her and clamped on to her leg, the first thing she registered was that there was a important creature there, and his impression words.

Finally. You feed. Perask hunger. He was hungry? Of course, he just hatched. He would be ravenous. Sorry. Hunger.

Peranami took his sendings with a disconnected warmth, but offered him a smile and a shake of the head. "It's all right. Lets, um.... lets get you fed." She moved a bit, and Perask let her leg go so that she could lead him to food more easily, sending her feelings of gratitude and much hunger. As far as the new wound was concerned, she barely noticed it. It was just another dull throb in her body that seemed so far away. After she got Perask fed... and maybe herself as well... when was the last time she ate? No matter. After all that, there would be sleep.

She shared her longing feelings to rest and recuperate with Perask, and he seemed to understand and accept it, so long as he got fed first. After all, how would Peranami feed him later if she was ill from exhaustion? That's right, she couldn't.

She made it steadily over to where there were bowls of food held by drudges for the new wherlings. She accepted a bowl with a few tired but cheerful words. It was a happy day for others, and a happy day for her, no matter the amount of sadness or hurt from the earlier hours. Right now, it was happy.