Tears do not end at a sin [FMA Hatching]

[izzeh]

The Chastity Egg hatched as well, and again Izzie failed to Impress. She was beginning to wonder if maybe there actually wasn't a dragon in the clutch that was right for her. The teenager sighed as she watched the Platinum and the Ruby-Gold, neither of which had yet Impressed, and then kept her eyes fixed on the remaining eggs. The Humility, Charity, and Kindness Eggs were still sitting calmly next to each other, though all the eggs had more or less returned to their shaking. She wondered which one would hatch next...

Izzie watched the clutch nervously, adjusting her glasses even though they hadn't slipped much at all. I shouldn't have come late, she lamented, I probably won't ever Impress.

blargh, short. x__x

[[S]ydney]

[/b] was shaking like a madman, ready to burst from its shell. Cracks shot all across the egg, like thin ice breaking. Little hisses and groans could be heard from within the egg, dark claws jetting out of the claws on the occasion. Loud thumps could be heard from within the egg, as it rolled, as if the babe inside was whacking its tail against the shell. Suddenly, as some predicted, a dark tail lashed out of the egg, a dark brown in color.

“A brown!” Or so, it seemed. The tail lashed against the sand, for a moment, before curling back within the depths of the egg. A tiny, brown spotted nose, peeked out of the egg, before two paws crushed the side of the egg from the inside. A large brown-, no, bronze, eased his way out, eying all the candidates with a haughty sense. Superbiath, watching his brother hatch, rose as the bronze exited from his shell.

The Bronze paid no attention to the dead dragonet, nor its two siblings mourning, instead he eyed his black brother and nodded. Then he moved on.

This dragon had a mission, apparently.

SpikeMine, let us go. Your Irath is hungry, that shell satisfied me none.

Behind Irath, Superbiath, who was now moving, stopped to snort at the his two siblings, his tail lashing. Poor fools. He turned, seemingly grinning as the Platinum snarled, and moved on. His eyes searched the candidates, before he found who he was looking for. IcyMine, Irath certainly took his time, did he not? He had Father, an odd choice of words, and I waiting for ages. The small black's tail lashed angrily, his eyes trailing over to where his sibling stood.

It can't be helped, anyway, he always did take his time. Let's go, your Superbiath hungers.

He walked off, before stopping halfway out and turning around to snarl at his bonded.

Now.[/ul]

- Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king? -

Bronze Irath

"The King Dragon"

Impresses To: Spike
Code: 7d6f4a, 3b2619, 912712

Appearance:
A large thing, Irath is the embodiment of everything a Bronze should be. He is large and powerful, with strong legs and a large head. Power shows in everything he does, just from the way he sways to the way he sits. His steps are well controlled, like a Bronze's should. Everything about him screams “Bronze” as it should.

Sporting a dark hide, Irath is certainly handsome. He has even darker markings stretched across his tail, looking like his tail was rolled in paint. His shoulders bear these very same markings, as does his knees and muzzle. One of his more interesting markings, however, are the bright red 'tread' marks splattered across his wings. They're on the inner and outer of his wings. Finally, his headknobs are dark brown and he sports a 'x' across his right eye.

Mind Voice:
A strange mix of a voice, Irath's voice is an odd one. He sounds like a teacher, or a parent, someone you'd respect, with a mix of... anger beneath it all. Just a smudge, a smudge of wrath beneath the good humored-ness of his voice. Usually, his voice is quirky, a bit peppy, with a teacherly tone to it. It's certainly a voice that makes you respect it, even if you don't necessarily like Irath. When he feels the need, however, his voice can take on a certainly more, intimidating tone. When his voice changes your respect tends to drain and, instead fear takes over.

Personality:
Cold, Collected, Quirky, Strict, Ruthless, Enjoys “Control”

- This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead. -

Black Superbiath

"The Master of All Dragon"

Impresses To: Icy
Code: 1f1f1e, 0a0a0a, 0A0A02

Appearance:
A tiny thing, no bigger then a green, Superbiath does not look much. Then again, it's not the looks that make this dragon who he is. Lanky and tiny, he looks like he would be easily crushed by any bigger dragon. His head is narrow, like a snake's, and his body moves with such a gentle precision that you would think if he stepped wrong he'd break every bone in his body. Of course, this step however, also speaks of power, it's so carefully made that it oozes Bronze. Bronze, Bronze, Bronze. Everything about Superbiath screams “BRONZE”, he's a dragon that is not fit for the color he bears. No, everyone can tell he should be a Bronze, maybe he is, maybe beneath his stormy hide lays the color of a Bronze, who knows.

What is known, though, is that all the other dragons fear this one, some may even respect it. They listen to him, Superbiath knows best, they obey him... At least, his siblings from the eggs with “ouroboros” marks do, anyway.

Light black in color, Superbiath's hide is covered in shades of black. His headknobs and frills are dark, dark black and his tail and wings are a storm of different shades. On his eyes he bears dark black splotches, and, below, on his front feet, he sports these same splotches. He's intimidating, in a way, actually. With dark colors and screaming of “bronze” and all, if he is a bronze, black, whatever.

Whatever he is, though, Superbiath certainly is frightening, this is easily the most distinguishing thing about him, after all.

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Mind Voice:
Metallic, uncaring, emotionless. Superbiath's voice is a strange one, it lacks any empathy in it, and always stays in one monotone voice. It can be described as metal scraping against each other, or the sound of claws against a rock. It's unsettling, unsettling and dark. Not only that, but just hearing his voice makes you want to do whatever he asks. It demands respect and, after hearing him speak, you feel inclined to do so. Yes, Superbiath's voice is far more fitting for a Bronze, just like everything else about him.

Personality:
Cruel, Resourceful, Devoted, Ruthless, Clever, Calm.[/center]
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[yoko]

((Apologizes for the wait))

Yoko observed, in mournful silence, the fallen black dragon. Two of the eggs appeared to also be keeping silent vigil for it. But life went on, and the candidate vaguely registered the hatching of The Chasity Egg. She caught a glimmer of pretty white claws. It was tearing away the remains of its egg quite violently. Yoko turned her head completely when she saw a spot of its remarkable pattern.

The Dragonet looked around, a bit panicky. It stood over the Greed Egg's shell remains for some unknown reason and begin to his in its quiet raspy voice for its sibling.

She found the small black dragon adorable, but wondered if it meant to impress on its sibling rather than a rider. Now that would be new. But, the little one soon gave up and lashed its tail.

Suddenly, it bounded directly over to Yoko, and boy was she surprised when-

Yoko! YokoMine! YokoMine, take me to Lingth! Please, your Ranfanth needs to find him!

Yoko blinked stunned confusion, but remembering the Dragonet's hurry, led the adorable baby reptillian creature to the closest thing she could suspect of being Ranpanth's "Lingth".

Ranpanth, this dragonet is called 'Greedlingth'.

"Hello, Kitepic," Yoko said, attempting to make this less weird. "Ranpanth, really wanted to see Greed- Um, 'Lingth'."

The Black Dragonet paid no mind to the human chatter and bounded over to the Red-Black dragonet.

Lingth! Thank goodness you are unharmed! You should not frighten your Ranpanth! Now stay in sight until the Hatching's over.

"WHOA!" Yoko exclaimed. "Would you look at that Bronze? Good for Spike! Oh, looks like that Black Dragon finally impressed too. Icy's gonna have her hands full with that one."

[Icy-son]

Her gaze was rested on the other egg in the clutch that was hatching, and with a moment passing, its tail jutted out of the side of the egg. Brown! she thought, captivated by the coloration. As the dragon had hatched, her gaze drifted to the black dragon that it passed. My, he was magnificent. He certainly was.

IcyMine, Irath certainly took his time, did he not? He had Father and I waiting for ages.
A hard, metallic voice scratched at her ears. What the... What was that?! she wanted to screech, but she had her eyes fixed on the black dragon. "I-I guess he did, she stuttered, her hazel eyes burning like flames. Now /this/ will be much, much more exciting than being at home!

It can't be helped, anyway, he always did take his time. Let's go, your Superbiath hungers. The mindvoice had taken to her thoughts again, and thus Icy nodded. Superbiath, or she will think to call him as Biath, had a real good way of manipulating people, and she liked that very much so. Now. The demand sunk within her mind. She followed, seeming to have no choice in the matter anyway.

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[Sporelett]

Well, truth be told, I had been hoping that things would become a little clearer once I arrived at the hatching and observed what was going on for a bit. There did seem to be quite a lot happening, and I did at least gather a few things about the situation. One, there were still several dragons left to Impress, although only a few eggs remained unhatched. Two, both a large brown and a small, deformed black were lying dead on the sands. The black I had seen cut down by the rather furious green... thing... but I had no idea what had been wrong with the brown. And finally, the dragons who had Impressed so far... well, let's be frank. They were all pretty darned weird.

Which wasn't to say that I didn't wish to partake of said weirdness. Strange as many of the unImpressed eggs and hatchlings seemed, I could still feel my skin tingling at the prospect of maybe, just maybe, Impressing one of them. Because it didn't matter how ugly or strange they were, once they Impressed they would be Mine, and that was what mattered. And so, with that in mind, I waved happily at the my friends, most of whom had already Impressed, and went to stand with the few who remained un-attached. Sydney was among them, so I huddled next to her and stared with extreme focus at the two dragons who were still huddling on the Sands. What would happen to that smex- ah, handsome platinum, with no males to Impress to? It would be so sad for him to between, and leave his lovely-yet-deadly queen behind. The two of them looked so pretty together, and my heart went out to them both. But it wasn't up to me to make things right for them; only they could save themselves now.

[spikey]

((Love him, love him, LOVE him! I will post tonight for sure!!

PS, I want that lineart sooooo bad!))

[kitty]

What was this? Greedlingth seemed to be getting anxious about something, switching personalities back and forth faster than I cared to keep track of. The black side was in control - that was the one that was getting jumpy and jittery - and then, in irritation, the red side would take over. I watched him for a moment, their arguing filling my head, and turned my attention back to the hatching to discover (hopefully) what had my Greedlingth so excited/annoyed.

It didn't take me long to notice the pretty black that had apparently just hatched. It must be what was getting my Greedlingth so...well, however you'd describe his current twitchiness. The pretty black was sniffing around Greedlingth's shell - they obviously had some sort of a connection. Desperately the pretty black dragon hissed for a 'Lingth' -my greedlingth, perhaps? - and finally, she just ended up impressing. And to Yoko! I was happy for her, and since my dragon and hers seemed to want to get to each other, maybe we'd get to do some training together too.

Meanwhile, GReedlingth was arguing with himself. I must get to her! Ranfanth! Be quiet. Is she alright? Ranfanth! Relax, stupid, I'm sure she's fine. Does it look like there's anything wrong with her? Ranfanth! Now who wants what they can't have? If it weren't for you being here, I could get to her! Hey, I don't wanna be here, either. Why don't you leave, then? Hm...she is a pretty thing...very well, let's go. She will be mine. You bastard! Don't touch her! If you touch her, so do I.[/b] The 'Lingth' (apparently) side of Greedlingth seemed to hold control for a moment - or maybe his more greedy counterpart was just backing off - and Greedlingth sprang forward onto the sands, just as 'Ranfanth' Impressed to Yoko.

Gasping in surprise, I wondered what to do, and before I knew it I was flailing off after my dragonet. You get back here, Greendlingth! Lingth gave up and stopped moving - I could tell because his eye light suddenly swapped over to the red side. Even though Lingth had given up, his other half had not, and I had to run and nearly drag him back. No, Greedlingth, stop now. The half and half dragon stopped and turned and stalked back, glaring at me all the way back to the Stands.

Which also appeared to be where Yoko was bringing Ranfanth. I could feel Greedlingth's excitement and...well, greed. The excitement was coming from Lingth, and the greed from his other half. We managed to beat her back, and I noticed that two more dragons had hatched in the time that I'd taken to drag Greedlingth back to the stands.

"Congratulations, Yoko!" I said by way of greeting upon my friend's arrival.

"Hey, Kitepic," Yoko said in return, using her own special nickname for me. "Ranfanth really wanted to see Greed - um, Lingth." So Ranfanth really did seem to think that there were two different dragons in her Greedlingth. How peculiar. "She's a beautiful dragon, Yoko," I commented, looking over her black dragonet. I turned my attention to the hatching as Yoko began commenting on the new dragonet - a rather handsome bronze. The bronze went to Spike and the little black finally impressed, to Icy. I kept half my attention on our dragonets' conversation as I responded, "Well, dragons in general are a handful."

Lingth! Thank goodness you are unharmed! You should not frighten your Ranfanth! Now stay in sight until the Hatching's over.

You need to be careful, Ranfanth. It- Hello Ranfanth. -isn't safe with Avariath- You're a pretty thing, aren't you? -around. You should- Hey, be quiet for me, will you, Lingth? You're making this complicated. -stay away. I can- Well well, you're stubborn, aren't you? -take care of myself.

Lingth seemed happy to see Ranfanth, and was definitely trying to warn her against something, an 'Avariath'. Perhaps that was his other half. It seemed suddenly that Lingth was beat down, subdued - his eye light faded and the red's eye lit up. Lingth was still there, though; I could sense his anger and worry over not only Avariath but the two newest impressed dragons, particularly the large bronze. Well, that took long enough. His eyes ran over Ranfanth, desire clear in his cocky voice. Like he wanted her, and he knew that he could get her. Why's a dragon as pretty as you after a dragon like this? Greedlingth was making no effort to hide their conversation; anyone that was listening in the area could hear it. I wondered whether I should be worried for either of the dragons' safety.

No, no, I shouldn't worry. So what, I had a dragon with two personalities - one of them very possessive that wanted just about every queen in the clutch. Nothing to worry about.

[[S]ydney]

[/b] and The Gluttony Egg. Both eggs had cracks all across their shells though, one seemed to move more the the other. The way they were leaning against each other, however...

Suddenly, The Gluttony Egg burst open, a large brown breaking free onto the sands. The brown gave a happy chirp, shaking the remnants of shards off him before moving towards his sibling egg. He blinked sadly, nudging The Lust Egg and, gave a delightful squeak as a paw burst through the egg, pawing at his nose.

Squeaking, the brown took off, seemingly prancing towards the canidates and, then, past them towards his already hatched siblings.

Kitty! Greedlingth! Look, your Gulath has come! Why, why were you so far away?
....Well then.

Behind Gulath, the dragonet within the Lust egg had hatched fully, revealing a pretty black to be within it.

Watching her sibling with a bemused look, the dragon turned, eying the dragons already there.

Invidiath! You just had to take Mine from me!

Snorting, the pretty hatchling moved forward, circling Ivy and Invidiath for a moment.

Oh well, you'll share with your beloved sister, yes? Luxuriath means no harm.

- Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood
Cold jelly and custard!
Pease pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys
In-di-gestion! -

Brown Gulath

"The Seeping Dragon"

Impress To: Kitty + Greedlingth
Code: 916a3b , b08c61

Appearance:
Gulath is certainly a... pudgy thing. Round like a red berry, everything about the dragon squeals comfort. He's the type of dragon you just want to hug and comfort and love forever. He's like a fat puppy. A nice, rich caramel brown color, everything about Gulath reminds others of food. He's cute and, unlike most dragons, smells of a nice dinner.

Striped across his pudgy build, Gulath is covered in a tan color. It starts at his head, where it covers his headknobs and then stretches down to his belly. At his belly it stretches onto his wings where, afterwords, it covers the “fingers” of his wings. His tail tip and feet are this same color.

Even Gulath's wings are pudgy. Everything about Gulath is cute and adorable, actually.

Mind Voice:
Truly just like a child's voice, Gulath's voice reminds all that hear it of a tiny toddler. Curiosity laces his every words, alongside a tiny cheer within his voice. Like a favorite younger sibling, Gulath's voice can only bring up good thoughts. It's just so cute and sweet, it fits the brown, that's for sure! It really does! Of course, there's also something... else behind his voice, hum, something that reminds his rider of a hungry growl. Strange, it is, very strange.

Personality:
Child Like, Curious, Dumb, Oblivious, Attached, Enjoys “licking” and “tasting” other dragons and humans

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- You paint that smile on your lips
Blood red nails on your fingertips
A school boy's dream, you act so shy
Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye -

Black Luxuriath

"The Seductress Dragon"

Impress To: Ivy
Code: 09070a , 1b0f21 , 63556c

Appearance:
Slender and lithe, like a cat, it's easy to see Xingth within Luxuriath. Dark in color, the dragon looks far more cat then dragon. Her tail is long and slender, as is her wings, She's clearly built for speed, not for strength. With slender legs and a narrow head, she's certainly a beautiful thing. By far the prettiest amongst her siblings.

Dark in color, Luxuriath looks far more obsidian then she does black. Her hide is dark, with a low purple sheen to it. She has light stripes all across her body, one stripe, in particular, goes straight across her eyes. Now, secondly, Luxuriath has gray splotches across her neck and tail. Her toes are this same color.

Mind Voice:
A purr, a low rumble, every noise from Luxuriath awakens something feral within men. Dragon and humans alike easily fall charm to her voice, genders forgotten. The purr of a seductress, Luxuriath can will anyone to do as she pleases with just a purr or a touch of her tail. Her mind voice portrays this perfectly, it's a low purr, a beautiful sound within one's mind.

Personality:
Seductive, Clever, Charming, Suave, Sensible, Cruel

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[ivyy]

[/b] Ivy cooed, running her fingertips down the hatchling's cheek. She lifted the tan canvas flap, exposing a huge ziplock back filled with bright red strips of venison. She reached into it, hesitantly. The girl was a freak over germs, and touching raw meat wasn't one of her preferred forms of feeding. But it looked as if that was what she was going to have to get used to, so the tiring girl plunged her hand into the bloody bag and selected a rather substantial hunk.

Invidiath's swirling eyes were a bright shade of sky-blue as he eyed the flesh. His hunger was amazingly strong, and it only transferred to his bonded. He waited for His to lower the chunk down before snapping his strong jaws shut, chewing it for a moment between dangerous teeth before swallowing it down. Mine should get something to eat, too. he said as she pulled another piece out.

"I'll be fine for now."

I know IvyMine is hungry. I can hear her stomach.

Ivy looked down at her newly bonded dragon with a half smile playing on her lips. "As soon as all your siblings have Impressed." she said, giving him a third piece. She pretended not to notice his disgruntled harrumph at the mention of his siblings (he really appeared to dislike them), and plopped down on the warm sands.

Invidiath! You just had to take Mine from me! a low, throaty voice called from about ten feet away. Ivy quickly turned her head, eyes wide. Was this beautiful dragonet speaking to her Invidiath? The green dragon spun around, a small piece of meat falling from it's mishapen jaw. What? What is going on, IvyMine?! You are mine! he hissed, tail flickering back and forth in shock and aggravation.

Oh well, you'll share with your beloved sister, yes? Luxuriath means no harm. the black said with a shrug.

Ivy was bewildered. B-but, she had already Impressed! This dragon was claiming her again? No, it wasn't possible. IvyMine, please tell Invidiath that you belong to me aswell she said, tail wrapping around her leg as the rainbow of Impression shone in her eyes. Ivy staggered back as she felt that wonderful feeling once again.. and now instead of having two sets of emotions, she had three. "Luxuriath." she said softly, admiring the pretty black dragonet. Invidiath would not stand for it. He slithered inbetween the two, baring his teeth at Lux. The two chirped at each other, Luxuriath heaving her chest up in the air, she was a beaut. And she was not afraid of her deformed sibling.

"Alright, you two. Settle down." Ivy said sternly, feeling slightly dizzy from all of the different emotions flashing across her mind. And now she was starving. She was about to suggest that they all go get some more food, when the purple-y she-dragon strolled away from her, hips swaying back and forth like a feline. She smiled over at her brothers, her tail slowly reaching out to caress Greedlingth's side. Surely you can help me get Invidiath to back off. she said to them, looking the dragon straight in the eyes.

Was she... was she flirting with them?[/size][/justify][/ul]

[Yellowstar]

Hurry up, YellowMine! I don't want to miss them hatching!

[/i] The newborn green's voice urged in her mind, pushing her to move faster toward the hatching sands. For being less than hours old, she moved fast, and the ex-candidate had to jog to keep up with the sprinting green.

"Okay, okay, I'm right behind you!" Yellow sighed, wondering how Winryth could have so much energy. She'd been told that after hatching most dragons collapsed right to sleep, but her dragonet still seemed to have plenty of energy, the prospect of missing her siblings hatch something of a disaster to her, motivating her to make it back to the hatching as quickly as possible. As soon as Yellow had fed her and made sure she was free of any injuries or scrapes which often occurred while a dragon tried to break from their shell, Winryth took off, leaving the girl to scurry behind until she was somewhat breathless.

Finally! Ooh, I hope I'm not too late.[/i] Winryth's voice was edged with worry as they approached the entrance to the cavern, then she completely froze. A chilling feeling came over Yellow; she could smell the ichor as her dragon did, and could feel the heavy air over everyone, even as dragons hatched and found Theirs. Winryth whimpered a bit, then strengthened her resolve and padded boldly onto the sands, both rider and dragon ready for whatever sight would greet them there.

Ichor everywhere. So much green that it looked like a dragon had been slaughtered. And, probably, one had. Winryth drew in a little squeak of a gasp, turning horrified eyes on the body of the little black named Maesth. Yellow felt her blood run cold and goosebumps pop up on her arms. What in the world had happened here?

What... what happened?[/i] The green murmured, mirroring her bonded's thoughts. She scanned the sands again, acknowledging which of her siblings had already hatched, and felt a rush of relief that her two favorite clutchmates had yet to break shell. So they hadn't been the ones injured. Thank Faranth,[/i] She sighed, sitting down next to Hers to watch.

But she still spared a pitiful look toward Maesth.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[kitty]

Greedlingth and I had been watching the remaining five eggs with interest, along with the other hatchlings that hadn't Impressed yet. Avariath was still fawning over the beauty of the gold-ruby hybrid, and Ranfanth as well. While the former simply earned him quiet rebukes, mutterings of 'no, you can't have them' from Lingth, the latter was met by fits of angry yelling and rage, to the point that even Avariath seemed to back off. I wondered at the connection between her Greedlingth - or Lingth, more likely - and Ranfanth, but was again distracted by the movement symbolizing a hatching egg.

The Gluttony egg burst open suddenly, revealing an adorably pudgy brown. He was round and big and cute and I felt the urge to hug him. But when I heard his mindvoice - as equally adorable and childish as his appearance - I simply stared in shock.

Kitty! Greedlingth! Look, your Gulath has come! Why, why were you so far away?

What? Had it just...Impressed to me? But I already had a dragon! Two dragons, if Lingth and Avariath counted separately! Another dragon would be a pain to take care of!

But I couldn't help it. Its adorableness drew me in and I couldn't help but love him, my Gulath, as he ran up. Reaching to pat his head, he gave me a big, sloppy lick up my arm. Your Gulath is hungry. Can I eat now?

"Sure, Gulath," I agreed, pulling out a piece of meat and tossing it to him. He gobbled it down quickly. Vaguely the brown reminded me of a cute little toddler.

Greedlingth was hovering nearby, the Lingth part of him eying the newcomer cautiously while the Avariath part of him was smug. I knew that Gulath had apparently also Impressed to my other dragon(s?), but all the same Greedlingth seemed to hang back.

I don't trust it. So paranoid. We've got a new dragon that will do as we command. You should be glad. Still, I get a bad feeling from him. You can always leave me alone and in control.

I ignored their bantering and instead focused on Gulath, who was now excited over the next hatching, a beautiful black female with purple tints that reminded me of an obsidian. My Luxuriath! he squealed in excitement and prancing in excited circles around me. Avariath snorted behind me. Great. Her. A pretty sight. Not good for much else. Lingth simply watched her warily. Slowly she prowled, catlike, over to the two of them, sending Gulath skittering over to her side. Surely you can help me get Invidiath to back off, she said to Greedlingth in a seemingly seductive voice. Was she...flirting?

Greedlingth wasn't interested, though. Dear Luxuriath, always the charmer. Go waste your breath somewhere else. Lingth remained silent, obviously letting Avariath deal with this.

Luxuriath![/b] Gulath squealed, though. My Luxuriath![/b]

Well then. He obviously adored her.

[[S]ydney]

[/color]s Mine not here, Rizath? Maybe Mine is just a shrimp, too short to see. Oddly enough, at these words, the Humility Egg began to shake even harder, seemingly with rage. The Ruby-Gold, from next to her brother, shook her head, nosing a tall girl towards the front. I'm sure that's not it, Royeth. The Platinum snorted, pushing his way through the gathered girls, now. He poked Izzie, once, then twice, while his sister nudged Hedgie not to gently.

No, no, no- Ah! There she is~ Twitching his tail, the Platinum bounded forward, nudging one girl hard in her side. SporeMine! There you are! You were so short, I couldn't see you! There seemed to be grin to his voice and, with a twitch of his tail, he turned to face the girl, eyes flashing with Impression. Now, let's go. YourRoyeth is hungry... The Platinum trailed off, eyes narrowing towards his brother, Invidiath. And there are things he must take care of.

The Ruby-Gold, not one to be left behind, twisted around as her brother impressed, singling out a small girl towards the front of the Sands. SydneyMine, let's go. I have to make sure Royeth won't get himself into trouble. She waited for the girl to stumbled forward, before nudging her off the sands, towards the retreating form of her brother.

Keep up, Rizath![/ul]

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Platinum Royeth

“The Dog of the Military Dragon”

Impresses To: Spore
Code: cdc6c5 , 3e3e3d , 90453d

Appearance:
Royeth is a striking platinum, that's for sure. He's not made of bulk, like most of his Brothers but, instead is slender and long, like a feline. Yes, he resembles his mother, Xingth, far more then any of his other brothers. Angular in nearly every way, he stands out because of the sharp edges he has to his form. Royeth will be at home in the skies, fighting thread, or in the warm sun. Yes, despite the cold colors of Royeth's hide, the Platinum is actually warm. He's very hot to the touch, too hot, sometimes and, it will take a while before his bonded will be use to touching him.

Silver in color, like a true Platinum, Royeth's hide is smooth and gentle, uninterrupted by coarse bumps and the like. The rich, smooth color of his hide, however, is interrupted by a strange black stripe. A stripe that starts at the wrist of his front legs and stretches up to his neck, continuing all the way back to his tail ridges. The stripe actually does not stretch across his back, making it a “faux” dorsal stripe of some sort. The sails of his wings is this same, striking black color and, it's safe to say, that when his wings are fully stretched out, he certainly is a sight to see. Now, finally, the Platinum bears tiny specks of red across his body. His front paws have specks of red, like washed away blood, and, stretching beneath his eye, like a bloody tear, he bears the same red color.

Mind Voice:
Royeth's voice, much like himself, reminds others of a fire. A warm fire on a cold winter night, trickling against the wood. Or a large forest fire, destroying all in its path. It's a strong voice, certainly, one that can make you feel like you are the world. It can also make you feel like the world is against you though, this is just the ability Royeth has. It doesn't take much to get use to Royeth's voice, though, some girls may find themselves still swooning whenever he speaks.

When the anger comes, though.... No one is still swooning then.

Personality:
Intelligent, Loyal, Cynical, Stubborn, Selfless, Can hold a grudge, Has a fiery temper

After I have traveled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

Ruby-Gold Rizath

"The Loyal Dog Dragon"

Impress To: Sydney
Code: dbba61 , 90453d

Appearance:
Blame her partial Ruby heritage but, Rizath is not a very large Dragon. She would be considered large, for a Ruby but, compared to Golds, she is a dwarf. Yes, she will never be a large Gold but, that does not mean she will not be an intimidating one. Rizath holds herself with strict precision and walks with precise steps. Everything about her screams organization and dedication. She's not very bulky, nor is she slim, just a nice in-between.

A pale, pasty wheat-gold color, Rizath does not, at first, look like a true Chimeric. It's not until you notice the dark ruby-red markings across her body that you recognize her as a Chimeric. The tops of her wings, for instance, are painted with a faded ruby color, like the splatters of.. something that have dried over time. She sports this same, faded red splatter, across her neck, like a morbid collar of some sort. Her front legs, much like her clutchmates, Royeth's, are covered in a dark red splatter, like thick blood. Inbetween her shoulder blades she has a large, blotchy red marking, like an ugly burn scar that never fully healed. Lastly, the bottom of her eyes are coated in this same red color, with a single streak running down to the ends of her cheek.

Mind Voice:
Like the steel of weapons, Rizath's voice is cold and controlled. It is rare to hear an ounce of emotion in it, unless you are her Bonded or, Royeth. It reminds others of a female drill sargent, quick and precise. Always to the point. Her words are quick, and, much like a steel sword, can cut you down without a moments hesitation. There are times, though, when the steel can melt away but, again, it's very rare.

Personality:
Serious, Rational, Strict, Extremely Loyal, Dedicated, Motherly.

[Sporelett]

Hatchlings were dead, others were wandering around without Theirs, some were both Impressed to the same candidate... it was really so confusing on the Sands at the moment that I didn't completely know what was going on. The most I could do was try to keep my eyes on the few hatchlings who didn't seem to be spoken for yet, which included a dashing platinum and his beautiful, bloody-gold sister. Either dragon would be an honour to Impress, and frankly I was excited at the prospect. Surely one of the hatchlings would want to Impress me as their bondmate? I would feel pretty depressed if I didn't manage to Impress at all when some of my friends had bonded to two dragons of their own.

The platinum and his companion queen were moving now, wandering amongst the male candidates, oddly enough the queen following her brother through the boys, though eventually both turned away in apparent displeasure. Moments later, I could hear them both conversing clearly in my head.

Is Mine not here, Rizath? Maybe Mine is just a shrimp, too short to see.

I'm sure that's not it, Royeth.

No, no, no- Ah! There she is~ The platinum, who had since turned his attention to the girls and began nosing through them, at once bounded through them to nudge me hard enough to make me stagger. SporeMine! There you are! You were so short, I couldn't see you! I was... stunned. Had I just Impressed... to a platinum? Joy, amazement, confusion, and nervousness all whirled through me in an instant, before I found something normal and easily-understandable to focus on.

"Hey, you're the one who's short," I protested, but it was a weak excuse. Really I was still reeling with excitement at my fortune.

Now, let's go. YourRoyeth is hungry... and there are things he must take care of.

"R-right. Okay, um, this way!" This was the correct direction to go, right? I hoped so as I started to lead my new life-partner off the Sands, only for him to pace in front of me once I had pointed out the correct direction. Oh. Well. That was alright, then, for now. It was his birthday after all, so he could lead if he wanted to...