Here There Be Dragons...

Here There Be Dragons...
Kisten
Opaque Villager
8 Feb 2010, 9:47pm
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"Noble dragons don't have friends. The nearest they can get to
the idea is an enemy who is still alive."
Thousands of miles of rolling hills and vast flatlands made those

living at it's heart understand why falling off the edge of the
world was so believable back in the day. The less popular and
infinitely more difficult feat of falling into the world was a rare
experience, although from time to time it did happen. Perhaps
not in a literal sense, as air is a more survivable material to
plummet through than layers of rock, but it was very rare for a
culture to accept a new member and come to revere them as
their leader. People, particularly the patronizing elder and the
immortal teenager, tended to favor themselves over the snotty
little new kid that claims he can save the world but needs
someone to show him where the bathrooms are in this tavern.
It was nearly impossible to fall into a world.
But it was far easier when you were over 55 feet of muscle,
wickedly intelligent, and could burn villages down with a single
huff (puffing was for wannabe wolves).
The world tended to throw itself into you, when you were a
Noble Dragon*.
And when you are offered riches beyond compare, lovely

damsels, and the occasional foolish lover come to take revenge,
well, how could you refuse? Groveling, sniveling humanoids
these creatures were, and the rest of the Dragons had cleared
out in the wake of the massive beast from the mountains on the
other side of the planet. He was nothing they had ever seen
before- bigger, badder, and an excellent politician.
One cannot rule without some demonstration that one does

deserve their position (to quell those nasty rumors about a lazy
arrogant king who can't do anything), and so the heart of the
plains became a blackened pit, and the humanoids pushed
further to one side where they could breed and create chaos
amongst themselves in peace.
Here he lived, an ebony demon of cunning and might, until he

charmed a lady from the realm and they did what many young
couples in lust did- had an accident.
25 accidents, if you want to be precise.

Late one afternoon a loud roar echoed across the plains.
Get OFF. You insolent wench!
"Well fine. If you're going to be that way." A little girl huffed

and folded her arms across her stomach. All it took was a puff
of smoke and a handsome young man sat where she had once
been. "Is this any better?"
NO.
"Well, I for one like it. I look rather dashing at age 25, don't I?"
If you got off me, I could better inform you. Where you sit
now I'm afraid I cannot see. The Dragon replied courteously,
but the man settled on top of the beast's head knew better.
"Some other time, my good friend. I believe we'll be having

company, and I'd hate for us to be messy. Appearances are very
important. What would your wife say if she returns and finds
you covered in blood, and the children cold?"
Very well. We shall settle this later. A rumble of anger shook

the grounds as a giant tail beat into the earth. His massive form
curled about a clutch of eggs, a guardian until they emerged.
A single path lead into the heart of the plains, and perhaps a
good month would pass before the arrivals to the bonding*
would actually arrive. The entire path was perhaps two miles in
width and stretched for all those miles, a product of a proud
mother who'd seared her children's entrance into the world with
flames and charred earth.
Besides the dreary landscape, it was a long but relatively peril-

less journey. Of course, it was wise to remember that all
journeys worth taking began with an innocuous step.
*There is nothing like a Noble Dragon. His children, the

Dragons, lack a defining adjective although they are still very
much regarded as Dangerous.
**"Bonding" is used lightly here, as it is difficult to get willing
victims to come to a feast.
NOTE: I don't advise bringing any creatures, if you have some.

They are liable to becoming Dragon chow.
QUICKLIST:
Sire: Noble Dragon Mikal (Wild)
Dame: Queen Plains Dragon Reyleith (Wild)
Water Dragons:4/??
Common Female Nyxeliade -- Theo
Common Male Synrea -- Kallile
Lord Male Cyral -- Renaud
Lord Male Jinryal -- Bayley
Plains Dragons: 5/??
Common Female Cyren -- Mercy
Common Female Biannjah -- Aidan
Common Female Turanjiel -- Oleksandra
Lord Male Ralial -- Ari
Queen Female Ralannath -- Alice Gray
Forest Dragons: 2/??
Common Female Zeiraja -- Tobias
Lord Forest Terrestal -- Kallisto
Mountain Dragons: 4/??
Common Female Lerandalyn -- Archer
Common Female Letaeni -- Ahora
Common Male Elyakim -- Solus
Lord Male Hymnaal -- Noah
Updated by Nero on 28 Apr 2010, 2:25am
Kisten
Opaque Villager
8 Feb 2010, 9:48pm
Attendees: 40
Posted: 25/40
Solus, Emer, Zoey, Kallile, Zoey
Mercy, Kallisto, Zeph, Noah, Tobias
Ari, Renaud, Ahora, Spinnerwhelsk*, Bayley
Aidan, Evangeline, Knight, Nero,
Karina, Thomas, Archer*, Oleksandra*, Theo*
Disqualified:
Zerenkhar, Jerick, Galen, Opalette,
Estxver, Inculpatus, Kira*,
Damien**, Jessari*
Orchid*, Kythen*, Nyx*,
Donovan, Zhi*,
Melanthios*, Sumomaru
Eggs: 25
Colors/Description do not indicate a specific
Rank/Type/Personality!
Ex. Just because it's a big egg doesn't mean it's a Mountain,
and just because it looks scary, doesn't mean what hatches
from it can't be the cutest damn cuddly thing you ever did see.
Hatched: 24/25
Disputed Island Egg -- The Timeless Forest Dragon!

A medium-sized egg of tired beauty, desired by many but
claimed by none. Moonless waters slosh the very base, breaking
against harsh sands stretching to a tapered peak. Smears of
ruins lay along the surface, dappled with overgrown emerald
tendrils. There's a strange stillness around this egg, as though
the silence breathes life.
Opera Star Egg -- The Dramatic Mountain Dragon!

Large and stately, this egg has a most proud feel. One expects
this feeling to be backed up with impressiveness, and indeed it
is. Red velvet ripples like closed curtains over the egg, a
seemingly impossible feat to accomplish on a hard shell. A white
half-mask turns up on one side, a delicious smile laid across in
gold. Faintly, a melodious hum rumbles out every now and then.
Mellifluous Demise Egg -- ??

Jet black curls around the small egg, a gray floating across the
surface in places to soften the harshness. A sinister skull and
crossbones stamp the surface, but most surprising is the one
marking that's invisible to the viewer as it lies on the very base
of the shell- a lovely pink heart. Faint vibrations give the shell a
perpetual motion, and convey the rhythm of a speeding pulse to
any that happen to touch the dull surface.
Devil's Trap Egg -- The Whimsical Forest Dragon! One of

the largest eggs present is covered in starless midnight. Ornate
black symbols spatter the surface in a nearly invisible fashion,
seen only if you tilt your head at juuuust the right angle. Chalky
lines intersect in distinct star-shapes, and a heptagram has
been drawn in blood long-since congealed...Possibly to keep
whatever's inside from coming out.
Heroic Agenda Egg -- The Indomitable Plains Dragon!

An unassuming egg in the middle range of size. It's difficult to
put an expression on an egg, but one can't help but feel the
stolid little shell is determined. A gradient of yellows moves up
the exterior, beginning with a rich goldenrod that fades into
delectable apricot at the apex. Flakes of gold speckle the
surface, giving it a tiny bit of shine. It rests a little distance
from all the others, as though it feels some responsibility to
keep watch.
First Rain Egg -- Viscous Plains Dragon!

There's something magical about rain for the first time, or after
a long stretch of drought. It's embodied in this large egg, whose
surface is a multitude of blues and whites. Tropical turquoise
ripple over what might have been warm sands, and it in turn is
overlaid with wide arches and streaks of falling rain. Glistening
droplets cover the shell, occasionally running down the shell to
soak into the ground beneath it.
Red-blooded Spartan Egg -- The Perilous Mountain

Dragon!
A hulking figure whose presence refuses to go unnoticed, this
Egg is intimidating, going so far as to growl warning if it senses
an approach. It creaks and rolls, threatening to burst at the
seams and unleash a fearsome beast. Doused in gleaming
scarlet and flecked with scars of pale ruby, it practically
screams "Don't **** With Me."
Breadth of War Egg -- The Saucy Plains Dragon!

Hostility simmers over this dwarf egg, visible as a soft cloud of
steam that twists in angry patterns in the air. Searing crimson
and heated flames pour over the surface in a mad rush to
consume every little ounce of darkness. There's a hint of
something deeper here and there, a shadow against the fires,
but it is impossible to make out and honestly, you probably
would be better off not-knowing what all this rage is hiding.
Very Wyrd Egg -- The Savvy Water Dragon!

This egg actually looks kind of old. It's not as shiny or fresh as
all the others, with a fine coating of dust dulling its surface. The
bottom half of the egg is enveloped in a stately black, which
would be alright were it not for the contrasting hues of the rest
of it. Neon-green hastily oozes along the surface, blending with
smears of toxic lime and poisonous yellow. Bubbles of emerald
break over the surface in ugly patterns, and oh...Does that look
like a newt's eye to you?
Trustworthy Tabloid Egg -- The Versatile Forest Dragon!

There's something about this egg that you can't help but to like,
though it's difficult to put your finger on. It sits rather quietly
although the loud colors that swirl over the shell are anything
but. Fake Easter grass green sprouts along the base, turning
into a vivid sky blue background. Foreign words wrap around
the entire egg in violet ink, enticing the curious closer as they
seem to change depending on who's looking. You just know it's
gotta be something good if it can do that.
Awkward Spirals Egg -- The Dazzling Water Dragon!

There's hardly any grace on this medium egg- it's twisted and a
bit distorted, resembling a dinged cube. Solid lavender is broken
by thin, dark spirals of purple and wider twirls of yellow. They
bounce clumsily across the shell in cheerful chaos for no
detectable reason. Every so often the egg spins about and tilts
backwards as though attempting to appear regal and
distinguished...Or perhaps it's just dizzy.
Pi nt -siz ed Eg g- - Mi nis cu le Moun tai n Dra gon!

This minuscule gr een egg is smallest of the clutch, not e ve n half t he siz e of all
t he other s. It 's pr etty pee ved you d idn't notice it sitting in the shadows of its
much larger sib lings. Whe n you least expect it it's going t o smash your t oes to
b its b y r olling over t hem! )8
Assassin's Footsteps Egg -- The Quiet Water Dragon!

Amongst its lively brethren, this petite egg rests in utter
silence, content to go unnoticed. A uniform black covers the
flawless surface, darker even than surrounding shadows. Surely
assassins don't leave evidence behind, but a bloody dragon-
print marks the center. It possesses this weird "intelligent
predator" vibe- it's not resting so much as laying in wait.
Special Delivery! Egg -- The Majestic Plains Dragon!

Oooh, look! A lovely egg! From somewhere exotic, perhaps? It's
a got an island feel to it, with brilliant teal waters that fade into
sunburned bronze sands and luscious orange skies. A little
stamp is tucked away in the far corner, and the backside is
blank postcard white. Someone even wrapped it up in pink
cellophane! Is that even safe? Well, it's liable to be delivered
soon, from the way the thing shivers and crinkles its flimsy
wrapping.
Twisted Travels Egg -- The Adventurous Plains Dragon!

You might think that you're watching the eggs, but really this
one is quietly watching over you. It's a little smaller than
average and surprisingly light for something that supposedly
contains a Dragonet. The shell is leathery and soft like
weathered parchment, detailing a story. Little gray tick-marks
weave around the features of what appears to be a useful map,
leading the eyes over a river and through the woods, to a far
away land where a tiny little X marks the spot.
Second Chance Egg -- The Satirical Forest Dragon!

Hope and forgiveness doesn't always abound in the world today,
but the shining silver egg that stands among the largest of the
clutch offers as much as you could ever need. White marbles
into dazzling sterling, it's shell beautifully gentle but
surprisingly metallic. Little scratches and a muffled voice echo
waiver against the bold shell if you get close enough to listen.
That's Not My Dragon! Egg -- The Suave Plains Dragon!

Is this my Dragon?
It goes "...."
My Dragon goes "RAWR!"
No, this is not my Dragon.
It's a rainbow-colored egg.
Beautiful Danger Egg -- The Curious Water Dragon!

The smell of night flowers blossoming on midsummer's eve
pervades the air about this average shelled wonder. A giant
budding flower is what it resembles, all sealed up and waiting
for the sun. It is a rich purple along the top, but each petal
fades into white along the base, which is lined in strikingly
detailed Lilies of all colors. It's so harmless! Why would you
associate this with danger?
Tantamount Miscalculations Egg -- The Dynamic Mountain

Dragon!.
This inky egg is the eighth largest of the lot, as well as having
the privilege of being the eighth egg of a Dragon who was also
the eighth egg. A handful of smoky 8s curl over the blackened
steel shell. Already fate surrounds the cramped creature who
slumbers within, condensed like sardines. Whatever it is, it
seems bound to lead an exciting life of...destiny.
Interrupted Melon Egg -- The Prized Water Dragon!

Great care needs to be taken around this egg, which is perfectly
spherical and needs to be propped up against others so it
doesn't roll away. Lovely greens dapple the shell, with wavy
bands of lime-tinted ivory. It looks rather ripe for the hatching,
don't you agree? Someone else seemed to think so, as there is a
giant bite-mark on one side that reveals succulent pink flesh
and tiny black seeds. Don't worry, it's just on the shell! The
little bugger inside is perfectly alright!
A Fairy Tale Come True Egg -- The Recalcitrant Water

Dragon!
When people age, they tend to forget about the magical tales
that shaped their childhood. This large-medium egg stands in
memory of all those fairy tales and wants to let you know that
just because you're old, doesn't mean you have to stop
believing. The tooth fairy, Santa Claus? This egg rests in the
confidence of knowing they're just as real as it. Rich reds coat
the egg, raising up into pink sunset skies of a happy ending.
Arenose Monolith Egg -- The Fierce Mountain Dragon!

The third largest of all stands firm with a wide base that tapers
into a sharp but shapely peak. There's a gritty feel to the
surface, which is reflected in the way it seems to be formed of
colored sand. Draped in royal purple and affluent blue, it stands
as a tribute to all one would expect of a Noble Dragon- stalwart,
faultless, indomitable.
New Fashioned Egg -- The Chill Plains Dragon!

Lots of people complain about the good old days- but what
about all the modern advancements? We live in interesting
times. You won't find a speck of history on this egg, though
history is indeed what brought it to this point in time. Bright
oranges envelops it, a smart band of purple wrapped around the
center. Thin white stripes give a slender feel to the peak,
stopping just above the belt. Red lipstick kisses the very top
and a little smudge of white looks almost fangish. Sassy little
fireworks of cyan and pink explode over the glitter-covered
masterpiece.
Athletic Undertones Egg -- Capricious Forest Dragon

It's difficult to describe an egg as being athletic, but it is lean
and svelte, with a polished exterior that glows with health.
Literally. It's got a faint white glow surrounding it, with a hint of
rosy cheeks on the sides of it's surface. Golden hues assume the
largest portion of coloration, giving way to silver around the
middle, and finally a handsome ring of bronze. It moves every
so often, usually when you stop looking at it and gawk at
another. One can't be sure just yet, but it would be a safe guess
that the Dragonet lurking has a competitive streak.
Pachyderm Puzzle Egg -- The Herculean Mountain Dragon!
Though not by much, this egg is the largest. Bulky and
cumbersome, it sits in the same place it always has, too heavy
to move around like some of the others. Navy, slate, gray, a
mixture- there's all sorts of mellow shades revolving around this
one, whose shell is uniquely artistic. It's composed of four
elephants, all wrapped around each other to hide any empty
space. It's rather confusing to try and sort out all those legs, so
it's best not to try.
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To have some idea of what the dragon ranks look like, check out
these links!
Mountain
Water
Forest; Forest
Plains
Colors, etc, are not the same, but for an idea, these work. :) PS
this artist is amazing so I'd check them out when you have the
chance. If you sent in prefs and wanted to revise them a little,
just tell me!
ALL DRAGONS ARE WORTH THE SAME. So it's really just a

matter of preference. ;D I'd like to do my best to ensure you
get something you like.
NOTE: As they hatch, you will have the opportunity to revise

your preferences if you see a hatchling you are particularly fond
of.
STEP ONE: ORDER THESE SECTIONS BY WHICH IS MOST

IMPORTANT TO YOU.
Egg (You don't care what's in it, you just really want it!)
Rank (You really want a lord.)
Personality (Doesn't matter what Dragon you get, as long as it
has the personality you like.)
Type (You just want a Plains Dragon, doesn't matter how they
look or what rank or color they are.)
Coloration (It's important you get a Neon-Pink Dragon more
than what rank or type or egg it's from.)
STEP TWO: FILL OUT THE INFORMATION FOR EACH SECTION.

Rank: Do you want a Queen, Lord, or Common? A little bit
about /why/ you would like this rank would be nice. :3 I enjoy
reading.
Eggs: List some that you like. Don't need to have a reason why
but it's cool to include. The Eggs have pre-determined
hatchlings.
Type: Water, Plains, Forest, or Mountain?
Please list them in order of most wanted, to least.
OPTIONAL: (If you want to be surprised, don't include one (or

both!) of these two sections.)
Coloration: The colors/patterns you would like to see, or just

put some colors you don't want. Don't be too detailed, just a
little. I'm writing the Dragons after all, not you. :P
Personality: Some traits you would like to have in a Dragon.

Again, try not to give me a lot. A few adjectives, or "The
opposite of/same as my character," etc. is fine.
STEP THREE: SEND THIS INFORMATION TO KISTEN. PLEASE

LABEL IT "DRAGON PREFS." Otherwise I may get confused or
have trouble finding it when I go to bond Dragons, and no one
wants that.
Kisten
Opaque Villager
10 Feb 2010, 12:15am
[To save some space, the previous rounds' descriptions have

been deleted from this post. If you haven't recorded them
somewhere yet, please don't hesitate to send a message!]
The Midnight Soliloquy: Common Mountain Dragon,

Letaeni
Formerly: The Dramatic Mountain Dragon!
Bonded to: Ahora!
Font color: Bold #454360
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The Walls of Eden: Lord Water Dragon, Cyral

Formerly: The Dazzling Water Dragon!
Bonded to: Renaud!
Font color: Bold #783881
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The Death of Reason: Common Water Dragon, Synrea

Formerly: The Recalcitrant Water Dragon!
Bonded to: Kallile!
Font color: Bold #7F733D
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The Prairie Treasure: Queen Plains Dragon, Ralannath

Formerly: The Adventurous Plains Dragon!
Bonded to: Alice Gray!
Font color: Bold #B32A41
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The Delinquent Dynasty: Lord Plains Dragon, Ralial

Formerly: The Suave Plains Dragon!
Bonded to: Ari!
Font color: Bold #FFCC33
Updated by Nero on 30 Apr 2010, 3:24pm

Zeph
Opaque Villager
15 Feb 2010, 12:25am
Zeph had heard strange rumours about a huge path leading off
into the grasslands, and his curiosity had been piqued. Was
there something dangerous out there? Or was it nothing but
another prank pulled by whatever powers that ruled this world?
Whatever the case, the Soul Reaper had started walking, scythe
resting on his shoulder.
Not needing to eat, drink, or sleep had its advantages, Zeph

thought as he walked steadily along the side of the wide path.
He had moved from tall grass into a rock-strewn landscape, with
nothing by the cycle of days and nights to break the monotony.
He estimated that two weeks had passed since he set out from
the inn, but it could be more. But there was something on the
horizon, something huge.
Arriving at last, Zeph stared up at the dragon, taking in the man

perched on top of its head. "Interesting..." he mumbled, pleased
that there was something here after that long walk. Glancing at
the eggs, the robed figure found a rock to sit upon and settled
down to wait for the arrival of the others. Because there had to
be others coming to claim those eggs.
Kira
Opaque Deleted Member
15 Feb 2010, 12:41am
The smell was... interesting. Kira sniffed the air. Human mixed
with dragon, just like her brother. Lifting her canine head, she
sniffed at the air again. She had been in wolf form hunting when
she caught the scent. Her guitar was propped up against a rock,
the string hanging loosely. Padding over to it, she slipped her
neck through the strap, stepping through with practice before
she set off, the instrument bouncing gently at her side.
Nose to the ground she followed the scent, pausing here and
there to lift her head and glance around, ever wary. There was
something else, she couldn't quite place it. Soon the ground
became some sort of path, the ground seared and charred.
Stepping onto it tentatively, Kira noticed that the smell was
getting stronger.
Soon, she found the place, ears flicked forward she paused just
within sight of the eggs and the dragon, staring at the large
beast in awe. She didn't even notice the other people, just the
great beast... and all those eggs.
Jerick
15 Feb 2010, 1:01am

"Danger? Hah! I laugh at the face of danger! Muahahaha!"
Jerick crowed, stealing lines from a movie he'd been subjected
to a while back. Eyes taking on a bronze color for pride, the
lizard man sweeped his tail from side to side. He was going to
show that NPC guy that he wasn't afraid of anything! Especially
not a path that lead to certain danger. Readjusting the pouches
that hung from his belt, he set off on the designated path of
said danger.
"It could take your life, he said. You might just pass out from
fear, he said. Bah! I am a strong guy! I can handle anything!"
The Shiv'tsah grumbled, eyes a vivid shade of orange so dark, it
was only a few shades away from being red. He was annoyed
that someone else found him lacking. Pffft. As if he wasn’t as
good as everyone else! “Oh I just can’t waaaait to be kiiiiing!”
He sang, zig-zagging along the path.
After a while, something in the distance caught his attention.

Rooooar? What could possibly be rooooaring out here?
Pondering this, the lizard man picked up pace, loping along
easily with his ears pricked forward. When the thing roared
again, the Shiv’tsah growled back playfully, opening his snout
and “RAWR!”ing back. Chuckling to himself, he burst forth with
the last of his energy and looked about.
Well, it sort of looked like a cousin Jerick had. Or at the very

least a distant relative. His reptilian mind scrambled for a
minute, trying to put a name to the massive creature. Dragon,
he thought. He smiled to the man near said dragon and made
his way over to a figure he remembered. “Well, hullo there
Zeph!” He greeted, eyes gold for happiness. “I hope you’ve been
doing alright?” He waved to the other person present, noting
the female’s presence; he’d make time to flirt when he was done
greeting his friend.
Updated by Jerick on 15 Feb 2010, 1:03am
Noah
Opaque Villager
15 Feb 2010, 1:09am
Each step brought a small rumble to the plains around him, a

shiver in the spine of the world. Long, serpentine body was
carried on short, stocky limbs, the massive webbed toes
smothered in thick fur, leaving a moment's imprint in the ashen
path. The locks of rich, reddish chocolate cloaked the unusual
mass( similar to that of an Eastern Dragon, crossed with an
abnormally large wolf... Which in fact, was exactly what he
was!), and with the undercoat of a gold tinted, buttermilk
cream, he was quite the sight to behold. Massive in size,
adorable in appearance, the fluffy hybrid stepped with a smile
peeled across weathered lips and a swing in his muscular tail. It
was nice to be in his beastly form once more, and he would
return to his much weaker human state with hesitance. "Af'er
all, who needs elegance when your fluffy!"
A thundering quake in the floor caused even Noah to stiffen, his
wolfish skull rising in the direction of the rumble. Cerulean eyes
squinting in the daylight, a huff of breath was torn from his
throat as he slowly took a pace forward. "Wha' was that?" And
as if an answer to his question, a belting roar exploded in the
silence of the evening, the reptilian snarl sending chills down
the hybrid's spine. "A... Dragon? A dragon! Oh boy!"
Excitement began to hungrily pulse through the youth as a
ridiculous smile brightened his expression. He'd heard rumors of
the dragons in this town, and that you could even bond with
some of them! How riveting!
With all the impulse he could effortlessly smother, the boy

charged through the plains, his short limbs carrying him by the
charred pathway left in debris. It was not long before his gate
brought him to a blackened pit in the earth, and with a clumsy
gallop he tumbled his way in slowing as he settled himself close
to the fellow dragon. Of course, Noah was longer then the kingly
figure, while the ebony reptile had him beat in muscle. Without
paying much attention to the other gusts, Noah looked in awe at
the clutch of colored eggs. Dragon's eggs...
Updated by Noah on 15 Feb 2010, 7:00pm
Ari
Polished Villager
15 Feb 2010, 1:19am
Ari ran on all fours, she preferred it to going on two legs. She
could go faster and didn’t trip up as easily. The pains were a
good place to run too. Not like that dratted forest. The were-girl
was happy to leave that place for awhile. Still, things weren’t
going too badly. She’d managed to survive so far. Sure, she was
still rather lost in this strange world, but she was beginning to
understand it better.
She found herself wishing for a moment that she had picked
some really fast form last full moon, a cheetah maybe. Oh well,
maybe next time. She’d have to remember how to find this
great trail again when she did.
Dust rose around her as she ran. After awhile, she got a little
tired of it getting in her eyes. So, without even slowing down,
she grew herself a pair of sturdy wings and leapt into the air.
Flying over the path was as fun as running on it. Ari let herself
enjoy a good long soar before flying high to get a better look at
where she was headed.
She noticed people on the path, both ahead of her and behind
her. That was interesting. Where were they going? For that
matter, why was she going there too? Then she caught a scent.
Or rather, she caught two scents which were decidedly more
interesting that usual.
The first and strongest was something ancient, reptilian and

brimstone-ish. She had smelled similar scents just a handful of
times since she’d arrived and hadn’t yet been able to figure out
what creature they came from. Even without the second scent,
that was enough to pique her insatiable curiosity. She wanted to
know what the heck she smelled.
The second scent was more bewildering than the first. It was
clearly vulpine, tainted with magic and a thick overlay of human
that would fool anyone who wasn’t used to scenting shape-
changers. Since her mother and her mother’s whole tribe were
shape-changers, Ari was more than just familiar with the
intricacies of their scents. Thinking about that gave her a pang
of homesickness and further incentive to fly ahead and see what
was going on.
It didn’t take nearly as long flying as it would have had she

walked to reach the source of the scents. A few people were
gathered there already. Ari landed a little way behind them.
Then she rid herself of her wings, leaving only fox-like ears and
a fluffy fox tail to show that she was something more than an
ordinary human girl.
She approached with caution. Staying behind the others, she

waited and tried to asses the situation before going forward for
a better look. Then she caught sight of the huge head and the
young man... no, wait, not a man, a fox; she could smell him
from here... who was perched on the head of the beast like an
absurd hat. She was so enthralled by the odd sight that she
didn’t even notice the eggs that many other people were
gawping at.
Kallisto
Po l i s he d Vi ll a g e r
15 Feb 2010, 1:39am
The path was long, but not particularly arduous. Trekking most
of her life in the dense, rainforest where visabiliy was near two
feet in front of you face, traversing on this open, wide plain was
nearly relaxing. Kallisto had chosen endurance over speed and
soon enough the air was nearly palpable with the scent of
charred grassland.
Kallisto to a moment to stretch in the heat. Such marvolous

heat, these grasslands were warmer than the forest. There were
people already there, and the femme coolly took them into
account. And then she looked at the dragon. Her vivid, emerald
eyes watched him. She had particularly liked dragons. Such
powerful, beautiful creatures. Kallisto approached on all fours,
respectful, before rising to once again become bipedal. The
tigress inclined her head to the great beast and the man near
him. "Hello Dragon. Stranger."
The tall feline sat on the ground, her long, striped legs folded
comfortably, the rounded ears on the top of her head up and
alert. She would wait until she was given permission to
approach the brood. She hadn't even glanced at them yet. She
knew dragons were protective of their eggs and that it was a
priviledge to even be here. So she would wait. For as long as
this dragon wanted, she would wait.
Tobias Creed
Po l i s he d Ai d e
15 Feb 2010, 2:21am
Tobias had only walked on the charred path during nightfall to

obscure his coming. Unlike some of the candidates now situated
before the father of the clutch, he hadn't the foggiest idea of
where the trail would terminate--but it had been a deliberate
mark, meant to encourage travelers. It was also an easier way
to go about the grasslands. Without a machete, traipsing
through the six-foot vegetation was inadvisable. It would have
been inadvisable back home, the soldier mused, but here, who
knows what might live in those damn reeds?
He was inexperienced in most things that this planet had to

offer. He knew nothing of bonding, nor of the other inhabitants
of the world, being but a newcomer. To be blunt, he still wasn't
positive that he was truly alive; his encounter with Zeph at the
ocean had shaken him. Camping in the cover of the swaying
grass, moving out only when he couldn't see his own hands in
front of his face, he had avoided interactions. But today was
bound to be different, judging by the footsteps and voices that
roused him from his sleep.
Tobias hadn't realized that he was almost at the path's end. He

had guessed that it might culminate in some sort of metropolis,
or at the foot of a mountain. The foot traffic that was now
bottle-necking this segment raised his confidence. Picking apart
the nearest plants with his fingers, he espied the growing
gathering with mounting confusion.
First, he recognized Zeph. The reaper-like man was his only

acquaintance. And, at the sight of him, Tobias relinquished his
cover to better his view. The second arrival was not even
humanoid, but a wolf, a presence that struck the man as odd.
He had seen slim pickings in terms of prey on the plains, how
could a wolf survive, and with what looked like a tumor--wait,
that was a guitar. All right, seriously, this is getting ridicu---
Jesus Christ, what was that? He ducked back into the brush,
laying flat as Jerick approached. It was a foolish move. Anything
with those eyes had probably seen him pop up prior to his
attempt at re-concealment.
And it was only then that Tobias bothered to notice what

everyone was heading towards. And not with an ambiance of
fear or aggression, but one of deference. It was a dragon. And
not some fake, kite-dragon thing like the one that had crash-
landed on the beach; this was the legitimate version. It also had
something on its head, but at this point, Tobias wasn't exactly
picking out details.
"Mother of god." He didn't have time to appreciate the

magnificence of the beast, nor to hypothesize on its existence,
because a second dragon-ish being, followed by two hybrid
creatures that were a mix of girl and animal, made their
entrances.
They were all being cordial. Tobias was nothing if not adaptable,
but this was too much. At nearly 60, he had thought that his
desensitization had reached its peak. Perhaps he should have
allowed for the possibility of alternate dimensions and chicks
with fox tails.
He squared his jaw and stepped into place behind Kallisto. There
was only one small speck of familiarity to be found here, and it
rested in the ghoulish figure who had first arrived. "Zeph," the
old man growled, trying to worm his way around to the scythe-
holding abomination. He couldn't spend too much time looking
at the larger entities--the dragon in particular--without worrying
for his mental health. "What in the hell is this. Are they
dangerous?"
It was a standard, primary question in the mind of any war

veteran. He was ready to bolt at a moment's notice (not that it
would do him any good, on his relatively small, 100% human
legs).
Updated by Tobias Creed on 15 Feb 2010, 2:38am
Renaud le Gant
Glittery Villager
15 Feb 2010, 3:31am
Rene had just followed where Dee had told him to. Apparently
something big was happening as most of the people from
everywhere started to make the pilgrimage along the toasted
road. It took him a few minutes to not cry after seeing the
carnage, realizing that the creatures here didn't take the life of
grass and other plains-life as seriously as his people did. They
couldn't hear the weeping of the rest of the grass. Well, neither
could he at the moment, perhaps it was just the new work he
was in, the grass wasn't as loud here. He blinked at the growing
crowd, along with what was beyond that as he stood over part
of the crowd.
Eggs... at least he thought they were eggs... and a large lizard

looking thing.. and a man on top of the lizard's head. He wasn't
much concerned with the man, just the eggs and the lizard since
people were ooing and awing over them. He couldn't really see
them very well with the big lizard's tail around them. What were
they doing there? He certainly hadn't asked yet, but everyone
looked like they were itching to go forward. Him? He wasn't
really sure why he was there. He didn't particularly want to
become lizard food. He sighed a little and looked around again,
getting bumped off course a few times by overzealous creatures
trying to get to the front of the crowd that was gathering. Was
this even sane? Isnit didn't seem to have a large amount of
sane going for it though.
Instead of asking, he kept his mouth shut, staying where he was

for the moment unless someone decided to push him closer to
the rim of where everyone was waiting.
Damien
15 Feb 2010, 7:18am
Damien trekked into less familiar territory, the plains were flat
and wide, and Damien slowed to walk nervously between twisted
trees and dry grasses, finally he stumbled onto a road, there
were a lot of people walking in the same direction. This was
strange but perhaps there was a reason for this, he followed
behind them, shuddering at the sound of distant roaring.
Damien finally joined a thronging crowd and pushed his way

through, there were a few grumbles but no one really stopped
him. Finally he was close enough to see the dragon crouched
over it's clutch of eggs, a man sitting upon its head. In his
home world there were dragons but nothing so magnificent as
this beast before him.
Damien was transfixed by the sight, and waited with the rest of
the crowd with baited breath, though he didn't know what he
waited for.
Jessari
15 Feb 2010, 7:40am
The woman flew high, hugged close to the underbelly of the

blue sky. There was no shadow cast by her slender body, not at
this height, but it wasn't as if it would've been seen against the
blackness of the scorched earth anyway.
It had only been a few days since Jessari had been ripped from
her homeplanet and sent tumbling into a haystack. Since then
she'd been wandering from place to place without any real plan
in her mind. It was hard to motivate herself to make a survival
plan when she'd lost everything she loved in life.
Jessari tossed her head, black hair flying in the wind as she
shook away the memories that threatened to crack her in two.
Flying in strange skies was dangerous enough; doing the same
while crying was doubly so. Desperate for a distraction, she
allowed herself to drift lower, taking her first good look at the
dark earth beneath her. It was easier to tell from up here the
pattern that lay on the ground. It was like no path she'd ever
seen, and curiosity drove her to follow it.
At the end of the path, the S'kytri discovered the creature she
assumed had constructed the enormous scar. She should have
been afraid, but she felt an odd urge to fly closer, to land and
approach the creature. She'd had urges like this before, the
insistent pushing of her sixth sense that wouldn't allow her to
rest until she followed. It had been quite a while since she'd felt
it. The last time had been just before...
Pressing her lips tightly together, Jess pulled her wings in tight
against her back, spine straight as an arrow. Like a black and
blue missile, she shot towards the earth, the wind trapping her
arms at her sides. At the last moment before impact, she
snapped her wings out wide.
She ignored the pain that screamed through her limbs as her
forward motion was abruptly halted, focusing instead on the
daunting task of touching her feet to the ground without losing
her balance. Once that was done, she moved towards where she
had seen the great dragon.
It wasn't long before she reached it, and it surprised her to see
the large clutch of eggs lying nearby. As wide, blue eyes viewed
the colorful ovals, she felt the odd pull again. Whatever had
drawn her to this place had done so because of these eggs. So
intrigued and curious by this feeling, the S'kytri completely
forgot about the other people present, and even the adult
Dragon.
Mercy
Opaque Villager
15 Feb 2010, 12:34pm
Mercy peered over the edge of a small hill, in awe of what she
saw in front of her. She’d never seen a full-grown dragon
before, and she had a feeling that this one was even bigger than
normal. Pure black, it towered over everything around it. This
was definitely going to put a dent in her plans. Narrowing her
eyes, Mercy cautiously stood and moved out of the cover of the
hill. The dragon didn’t seem to be looking her way at the
moment, so she dodged sideways behind a bush that was
slightly closer to the dragon and the nest it was apparently
guarding. And the eggs! There were so many of them to choose
from, each with its own size and look and feel to it. If only the
huge dragon wasn’t there…
Mercy’s whole plan was to find a dragon egg and take it back
with her. It would hatch, and she would bond with it, and it
would be what she wanted. But how could she steal a dragon
egg with that creature looking on?
She noticed with a start that there was a man here too, perched
on the dragon’s head. Why would a person be here? Glancing
around, Mercy realized that there were lots of people here,
some shy, some actually approaching the dragon. The only
reason this would be true would be if the eggs were about to
hatch… if there was going to be a bonding.
Well, this way she would have more competition than she
wished for when bonding with a hatchling, but at least it was
more legitimate. No one could accuse her of anything if she
actually got a dragon like everyone else, through bonding. She
decided she might as well give it a shot.
Nervously, she stood and walked out from behind the cover of
the plants, into sight of anyone watching.
Evangeline
15 Feb 2010, 3:07pm
On wings of thunder
Honor bound
Search me out, I drum the sound
Twist and turn in the night
Dragon come, my guiding light.
“I wonder what all the talk is about.” the light voice trilled
through the air as the youngling angel sat high up on a bare
branch. Her eyes flickered here and there seeing the charred
earth and the large mound of dark blackness nearby though
didn’t connect the two. Furrowing her brow she watched as one
by one people made their way toward the large dark hill auras
anxious, some even frightened as they did so, “What is going
on over there?” She murmured to herself.
Ever curious the young woman stood on the branch, spread her
wings, and made a leap into the air. Nimbly climbing higher with
each pump of her wings the angelette decided within that she
needed to find out what the source of all the anxiety was about.
High above the darkness below she circled slowly around the
gathering and all of the sparkling gems nestled near the coal
black hill. It wasn’t until she was directly above the curious
darkness did she realize with a start that it was no more a hill
than she was a bird-brained gull. That “hill” there was a
-“Dragon.” She muttered shocked.
Now about dragons, she knew very well they could be dangerous
though she also knew that dragons had a wide range of
emotions and could be sweet as taffy. Angling her wings just
right the planet sent creature circled slowly to the ground
before very nearly skipping toward Kallisto who sat near the
large black dragon and his bond. Looking to the draconian she
put a finger to her lips as if to tell him not to give any hints to
the feline woman before him. The auras around her were nearly
too much so sneaking up behind she nimbly leapt onto Kallistos
back she relaxed in the calm she felt near the tigerwoman.
Winding her wings around so that they covered her friends eyes
she giggled lightly, “Guess who?” She chimed.
Turning her eyes to the large father she nodded her head both
in thanks and in respect, “Hello sir, I hope you and your
family are well.” She spoke with the utmost respect despite
practically hanging off the tigers back. When speaking of family
she referred both to the brood and his bond who stood close.
Bowing her head in respect she dropped off the back of the
tigress to crouch next to her, wings arched so they didn’t drag
on the ground. Now it was time to wait, no?
Protector, guardian, friend not foe

Come to me, see my sigil glow.
Strong and true this friendship charm
I beckon thee, keep me from harm.
Around and about your magick swirls
Come to me
Your wings unfurled.
Updated by Evangeline on 15 Feb 2010, 3:10pm
Nero
Opaque Overseer
15 Feb 2010, 5:10pm

Weyrd-whipped, mocked his insufferable conscience with a sly
mental smile, even as Nero flit from shadow to shadow and
shifted his form between the darknesses in his own demonic
version of teleportation. As usual, Nero ignored the voice’s
input, concentrating on his eventual destination even as he
heard a roar from further up the road. It was a relatively simple
matter to seize upon the next shadow, drag his own body into
the darkness and climb out of the taint on the other side, but
the memories of this morning’s confrontation had left him
slightly more disgruntled than usual. The barkeep’s face flashed
triumphantly in his mind’s eye, flashing that hated photograph
as she oh-so-politely ‘asked’ him to oversee the dragon
bonding. Asked. Right. Sure. That’s what she did. Myself, I
would call it blackmail.
He was only meant to observe and report, and step in if it

seemed like anyone was having problems - or seemed like they
were about to be eaten. He was not supposed to run the
bonding, if any humanoid could ever have been said to do such;
he was merely there as added insurance for the newcomers who
had not as yet had a chance to encounter an irate dragon. Of
course, this was far easier said than done. Nero’s brow furrowed
as he counted the number of humanoids already present, and
then the number of eggs that the Noble Dragon currently
coddled. Five-and-twenty ovoids lay nestled in the shade of the
black father’s body, and half again as many candidates stood
eager and waiting to meet the young shinies concealed within.
He had no doubt that more hopefuls would arrive at any
moment, for word of a dragon bonding – no matter how
unconventional – had spread through the Weyrd like wildfire.
With a sigh, he materialized in front of the Noble sire, nodding
up at Kisten on the dragon’s pinnacle before addressing the
dragon himself.
“Greetings, my Lord,” spoke the Fallen courteously, executing

a small bow even as he attempted to keep his deformed arm
modestly covered with the long sleeve of his tunic. There was
nothing to be done about the single leathery wing that sprouted
in tatters from his right shoulder blade, but he had not come
here to make the hopefuls uncomfortable. His voice was
measured and possessed the same seductive sing-song quality
as usual, but it contained in this instance a careful vein of
consideration. Politeness was often a virtue with dragons,
especially when one posed a laudable threat to a vulnerable
clutch. Still, Nero wished no harm upon this father or his brood,
and was here only to fulfill his contract with the barmaid. He
would, therefore, have to be careful how he presented himself.
“I am here on behalf of the Weyrd to offer my
congratulations and our hopes for a safe and successful
bonding for your children.”
And a partridge in a pear tree. Nero did so despise rehearsed

speeches, and so he tossed the one the barmaid had prepared
for him out the window. Liandra had been very careful about
what he was supposed to have said, but the Fallen simply could
not abide by some of the things she had wanted him to tell the
dragon. Things like, ‘Don’t eat anyone,’ and ‘Be on your best
behavior.’ Perhaps one could have said such things to their own
bonded dragon, but to a Noble father who would never bond to
anyone? Nero might not have been able to die, but getting
eaten would not be pleasant. And so with a short nod to Kisten
and the Noble upon which he perched, the Fallen stepped back
and allowed the actual hopefuls to approach the clutch.
Meanwhile, he kept a wary eye on the entire gathering, silvery-
blue eyes reflecting oddly in the light of day.
Updated by Nero on 15 Feb 2010, 9:55pm
Aidan
Opaque Villager
15 Feb 2010, 5:59pm
Oh hell. Don’t even get Aidan started on dragons. He had an

idea of what dragons were, he’d heard them in fairy tales, read
about them in books, and though he later discovered it had
been a Wyvern at the mountains, had nearly been killed by one,
or something close to one. So what exactly was he doing
marching right up to the doorsteps of one of these potentially
dangerous beasts? Much like others, he hadn’t the faintest idea
of what was going on. Bonding was still an idea that was more
or less knew to him, there was never any sort of “bonding” back
at home, animals were the closest thing to creatures back on
earth, and you couldn’t exactly bond to an animal.
And how else would he be arriving at the scene then by skating

there? The path that had been burned by the mother was hard
enough, and plant-less enough for the kid to roll along, and
frankly, the fact that he could skate on that particular path on
the ground was half of the reason he arrived at the bonding.
With a hat covering most of his brown hair, a fingerless glove on
one hand, and sneakers in his backpack, Aidan skated leisurely
along the path, not knowing what he was up against, not
knowing where he was going. If he was on foot he’d be thinking,
wondering, imagining, brooding, but on wheels he wasn’t like
that at all. When he was able to drift along the ground, free,
with the wind against his entire body, he was wrapped by a sort
of bliss that could only be stopped when he stopped moving.
And, well the air here smelled a little burnt, but still! Riding,
gliding on the ground was so much more satisfying then
walking.
The boy decided to speed up a little bit, and bent down and
pumped his legs beneath him. That is, until he saw the hulking
figure that is a dragon. He turned abruptly to stop, but kept his
eyes on the hulking figure, impressed. So this, this was an
actual dragon that he’d heard about at the tavern. It was huge,
it looked pretty awesome. Skating along, continuing on the path
towards where the beast lay, he looked to see what was going
on. As he neared, he saw a large group of people and, eggs. A
little over a score of them, all within daddy’s protective body,
eggs, and people. What was this all about?
Familiar with some of the people but not to the point of

recognition, Aidan stood off to the side slightly, keeping his
balance so that he would not roll around. “Damn.” The normally
talkative boy was left speechless as he stared at egg, dragon,
and humanoid on top. He sort of wished he could be the
humanoid on top of the dragon’s head. He could only imagine
what it must feel like to be able to ride something that massive
that could fly.
Ahora
Opaque Villager
15 Feb 2010, 6:37pm
Ooooh crap. So the stories were true. Huh. That would be a

first. Ahora gulped as she looked at the giant path. There was
definately something huge here that was definately not friendly.
Or rather, probably wasn't friendly, one never knew. Looking to
either side of herself, she was strangely alone. Very... Very
alone. Not something that she was used to as of late. Not with
Rellie, Ny'ia and Grae running around her. Which just made her
ever more scared. As annoying as they were, Ore tended to rely
on Ny'ia to warn her of all the stupid dangers, or the size of
Grae and lastly Rellie's companionship. Even if she didn't talk
much. Still, the show must go on, right?
Ore took a shuddering breath and started on the path. It was....

Strangely uneventful and boring. Utterly bor-ing. All that she
really had to occupy herself was the scenery (which was either
charred or barely green) and her own thoughts, and eventually,
Ore ran out of things to think about. She thought about her
bondeds, her past experiences, her family (very shortly, it was
still a touchy subject), her uh.... aquaintences, even what could
have scorched this path out. She didn't even know why she was
travelling even! Oh well, adventure was adventure even if some
parts were paritcularly boring. Even with this is mind, after the
second week Ahora wanted to turn back. She didn't care how far
she had come, she wanted to go back! Only thing that kept her
going were the few that passed her. Seemed like what ever she
was headed too was interesting enough for several to make such
a journey. Just over a week and a half passed before she finally
saw her destination. A crowd of people at the foot of a dragon.
It took her another twenty minutes or so of very impatient

walking for her to see what the dragon was guarding. A clutch
of eggs... A very large clutch of eggs. For the moment, this did
not seem to sit well with her. What if they had to fight for the
eggs? She couldn't fight this... Beast! She was far to small, and
even with her strange abnormalities, she would most certaintly
die. Even so, if these people were stupid enough to be here,
maybe that wasn't the case. Maybe they were just... Waiting for
a larger group. Yeah... Waiting. That sounded better. No fighting
or life threatening situations just yet. Hopefully not ever either.
Ore eventually pried her eyes off the egg and looked around for
any one familiar. There was that strange were-girl... And then a
few others seemed a bit familiar, probably not many people she
knew were here. The halfling sighed it would seem that just
waiting here would be as boring as the walk over.
Theo
Opaque Villager
15 Feb 2010, 10:10pm
The Noble Dragon’s roar sent a tremble through the plains, the
ground shaking, the grasses flicking and swaying, but the sound
naturally unable to reach all those miles to Isnit. However,
something swept over Theo that day—a month before the
bonding itself. A bodily chill waved down his figure as he
inspected what was called a lake for the first time. Water itself
was a very odd thing, but what was even stranger was that no
ripples creased the surface of the liquid as the Homunculus’s
own body quivered once. What was that? Why had such a
feeling of something happening washed over him?
Theo had been trying to keep his sensations under control, but
the more adapted to this environment he became, the higher
number of intuitions he experienced. He was unsure if others
felt the same way, but somehow he knew he was a bit different.
Hell, everyone was different—he had seen extremely unique and
wonderful things around Isnit. But in this sense, the way he
naturally responded to occurrences in nature (all aspects of
nature), he felt that he was alone. Now, this wasn’t necessarily
a bad thing; Theo simply wished that he could have power over
his feelings instead of them ruling his body. He had a disturbing
theory.
Maybe, somehow, it was the souls.
---
“Why won’t you stop?”
It was a few days later. Theo was taking his time in making his
way over towards the plains, where he had felt beckoned ever
since that impulse shook him. Instead of cutting across town, he
had wrapped back around, through the forest (which he quite
liked) and was now moving through the uneven, unfamiliar
paths of the mountains. This particular night was misty, the
aftermath of a small storm that had raged for a short while on
the Eastern shores. It was in a small crevice, not quite deep
enough to be called a cave, where the Homunculus sat, head
buried in arms that rested on his lap.
He was talking to the souls as he tried not to focus on the

feeling of pieces of his insides being torn away.
“Just leave me alone.” Desperation was fresh in his tone; he was

beginning. Moaning, yelling, screaming. It all echoed in his mind
—the torture of their deaths, the injustice, the painful law of
equivalent exchange. His body had deteriorated on the inside,
but he could still move just fine. It was the agony and
discomfort (both physical and mental) that kept his immobile at
this point.
“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY!” His scratchy voice

echoed through every crack and indent on the rough mountain
range. The souls hushed, retreating into their red stone and
allowing him a while longer to control this body. It was only a
matter of time before the clash between the two destroyed it
completely. Then, perhaps neither would existent any longer.
---
Deep black eyes settled on the burnt black path. Theo could see
another humanoid off in the distance, back turned to him as
they moved towards the North. The charred earth was somehow
encouraging, guiding. Setting a bare foot against the bumpy ash
gave him a silent shove. This was obviously meant to be
followed; it was what had called him forth all those days ago,
while he was experimenting with a strange substance called
liquid.
His body felt hollow—not metaphorically. It literally was torn to

shreds inside and just a couple days before, Theo had thrown up
whatever remains were caught in his makeshift stomach. Being
a Homunculus, he should be able to restore whatever was
damaged. But he had tried that and the souls only became more
enraged, taking the new flesh away and more. After all, it was
by the power of their stolen lives that he was able to live so
immortally (almost) in the first place.
Redemption. Forgiveness. Hope. A purpose. He didn’t know what

he was searching for, but those things were it. Here, among the
leftovers of the burnt grasses, there was nothing but a single
sign: follow the path, and perhaps you will find something worth
your effort in the end. Theo didn’t know what to put his effort
into anymore, and so he kept his dark gaze on the horizon, and
took off at a run.
Humanoids were passed along the way, the Homunculus only

offering them a glance of acknowledgement. His usual curiosity
and friendliness were overrun by the desperation and misery he
was currently experiencing.
At one particular and fateful point, a feeling washed over him

that he had not felt in too long—comfort. One of his feet just
happened to land in a familiar footprint, sending a wave of
emotion over him as he forced himself to a stop and turned
around. Walking over to the indent, he set eyes upon a large
canine print, even though he already knew exactly who it
belonged to.
“Noah.” The name was mumbled under his breath, the name and
idea of the boy calming his racing mind that had not settled in
days. Anticipation rose within him, knowing he was close. He
could feel it through every limb.
Indeed he was, for that day he reached the giant black pit that
was his apparent destination. Theo had probably made it there
faster than any others, considering he was sprinting almost the
entire way. That had only sped up the deterioration of his body,
but that was no matter. There had been something in him that
told him he needed to run, needed to get there.
His pace slowed to a walk as the gathering came into view, feet
stained black from all the ash that had been consistently
smashed against his skin. The site of that many humanoids was
unsurprising, as he had seen many more crowded among the
Weyrd. It was the large, ebony Dragon that was curled around a
multitude of colorful (and some not so much) eggs. The figure
of Kisten on the beast’s head did not go unnoticed, but that was
hardly as brilliant to Theo’s eyes. It was a beautiful sight,
something that simply felt important to the Homunculus, as if
he was meant to be here and couldn’t take a calm breath until
he was. The desolate landscape might have normally crossed
through Theo’s mind, but it was perfectly evened out by the
fresh life that pulsating throughout all the unique shells.
Calmly, the man drifted into the gathering of people. His dark
gaze was ripped off the Dragon and his eggs, drifting over the
faces and bodies of the strangers he passed. They were all in
varied states—some confused, some excited, others even bored.
Theo was…well, for now, he was simply here. He was certainly
not bored, too calm to be ‘excited,’ and too accepting of the
aura of the world to be confused. He wished just to be, and
would react only when it was clear what was happening. Things
would run their course and he would let them, for it was a
mystery how much longer he would survive.
Theo finally came to a stop, standing at the haunch of a Wolf-

Dragon. In an effort not to crowd the black Dragon’s space (it
was natural to be protective of what you clearly looked after),
he did not place himself at Noah’s front, who was in close
proximity to the clutch. Nor did he want to hide among the
unfamiliar crowd, allowing the souls a chance to occupy his
body and mind as he waited all alone.
A hand was lifted from his side, giving a couple pats to the
lower back of Noah.
“My friend,” what a strange word, but it had inevitably slipped

out, “the purpose of this gathering, I’m not sure, but I’m glad
to see you here.” His lips lifted into a small, genuine smile. His
eyes shifted off of the Wolf-slinky and onto the Dragon. He
seemed to be protective of the eggs, as he had a right to be,
considering he was clearly the one in charge of watching over
them. Should the black beast’s eye catch his, Theo planned to
offer a respectful nod in greeting. One being to another, respect
to his charges and life, even though the Homunculus had no
duties, and only half of the latter.
Just past the hulking form of the Noble guardian lay a

surprisingly large number of eggs. Whether he would have time
(before something surely happened) to glance at each one
enough to draw some kind of first impression from it, Theo was
not sure, but he was planning on trying. After all, each had a
brilliant existence all their own and the Homunculus could feel
precious life pulsing through the shells. It brought a subtle
smile to his face, and eased the pain just a bit.
Updated by Theo on 15 Feb 2010, 10:19pm
Kallile
15 Feb 2010, 10:44pm
She didn't like this one bit and with every step she was getting
more and more curious as to just why she was taking the time
to make it all this way. Anyone could have seen the whisps of
smoke coming from the plains--heck, a blind man could have
smelled the ashes in the air.
Well, perhaps not. She had her wolfish senses to thank for that
one. But there was definitely something weird going on here.
Even among the ashes and smoke she could smell the faint
scent of new life. Which was, it just so happened, why she was
even going to all this trouble in the first place.
Destructive fires and birth did not often go together. Not

simultaneously at least. So, forgoing all rational thought and
good common sense, she was now walking towards some sort of
weird zone smelling of both death and birth. Heck, maybe it was
her one ticket out of here.
Upon her arrival, however, she found that her prior thoughts on
this area were far from fact. No, instead their was an enormous
beast at the end of a charred pathway; surrounded by eggs and
humanoids. Her bi-colored eyes narrowed and she felt a growl
rumble up into her throat.
Yup--she should have stayed in bed today. Or have taken to not

breathing. Or being curious and bored. Any of those options,
really.
But she was here now, and with no real foliage to hide within it
would make a quiet retreat nearly impossible. No foliage, that
is...except the plant-man who towered over most of the rest of
the group. He was hanging back and with good reason--the
lizard was huge and...well just look at what it had done to the
landscape. What the heck was he thinking?
She approached Renaud slowly, keeping her eyes on the Noble

Dragon before her. The glimmer from the colorful eggs caught
her attention and for a moment she felt rather mesmerized.
So...this was why everyone was here.
"I don't like this one bit." She said softly, eyes moving
between the eggs and the parent-creature protectively circled
around them. She didn't look up at Renaud, not seeming to care
if he recognized her from the Inn or not. The important thing
was that she recognized him...the secondary thing was her
curiosity as to why he would have willingly traversed up the
charred road given his...state of being.
Thomas
Opaque Villager
16 Feb 2010, 1:30am
Tom was out walking today, as had become usual for him. He'd
probably traversed quite a bit of the surrounding area before.
But he had never seen this path before.
He was standing on the side of it, glancing up one way and
down the other in an attempt to figure out where it was going.
He was travelling light today - he'd taken to leaving his gun
behind a while ago, and all he had was his pack containing the
few possessions he had: a compass, a pocket knife, a blanket,
and some rations. His blue uniform jacket was unbuttoned in
deference to the heat of the day, revealing a clean white shirt
beneath - he'd finally found someone in town who could wash
his things properly. There were a lot of people on this path,
which was another strange thing; he didn't usually see very
many people out and about. They were all heading in the same
direction, too. Tom watched as another went by and shrugged to
himself. "Ah, what the hell."
He set out across the plains, following the charred trail as it

stretched on. Soon enough, he could see a large dark mass just
ahead. Suddenly, it shifted slightly, and he stopped, heart
leaping into his throat. That was a dragon! Dragons were real
here? Of course they were, he chided himself, wasn't just about
everything real here? Despite the fearsome reputation the
beasts had, people were clustered around it, including one man
perched neatly on top of its head. Maybe dragons weren't that
dangerous in reality, he thought, approaching the crowd. Or,
judging by the nervous fidgeting going on around him, maybe
they were.
The sunlight glinted off a pair of familiar white wings. Tom

grinned despite himself as he began winding his way through
the crowd in Evangeline's direction. As he neared the dragon,
he imitated the angel's courtesy, giving a deep bow to the
dragon and saying clearly, "Greetings, sir. I hope you and
yours fare well."
This done, he inched a little closer to Evan and whispered under

her breath, "So what's this then?" The angel's presence, and
her respect towards the dragon, gave him more confidence in
their safety, but he still had no clue why everyone was hanging
around here.
Zerenkhar
16 Feb 2010, 2:27am
Zerenkhar was, fundamentally, a curious soul. He was the sort

that yearned to know all the secrets of the world, the galaxy,
the entirety of the universe; the sort whose favourite question
was, and likely always would be, some variant of "Why?" It had
swiftly become appearent, though, that he knew next to nothing
of Planet, or Isnit, or the strange creatures that inhabited this
place. Unsatisfied with this new revelation, Zekh has swiftly set
out to right it. To learn more of this place and those who lived
here. What he had discovered, about the creatures of Isnit and
of bonding, fascinated him to no end. When the Velusian heard
rumours of a dragon somewhere in the plains, of course his
insatiable curiousity demanded that he should go, if only to get
a better understanding of how a bonding actually worked.
Though he did have to admit, actually bonding to one of the
creatures himself would be positively thrilling.
He had not been on Planet very long. Had not inhabited this
human form for very long. And It took a very long time to get
there indeed. By the time he arrived at the site of the Hatching,
Zerenkhar was looking very tired, very sore and - to be honest -
very, very pathetic. He hadn't been expecting such a long, hard
trek and that much was obvious - he certainly wasn't dressed
for it. He was still wearing the confining leather of his old
uniform, and by now the Velusian was chafing in places he
would have rathered not to speak about.
He certainly wasn't the only one here, that much was obvious.
More than a dozen people stood gathered, all probably here for
the same reason. Each was probably hoping for a dragon of his
(or her, Zekh supposed) own. The alien smiled at the assembled
humanoids and gave a little wave as he approached, but their
attentions were likely fixed on the eggs or, even more likely, the
huge black dragon who had sired them and was currently
standing guard. Zerenkhar's eyes went rather wide at the sight
of the thing (one must remember, the poor boy had never seen
a dragon once in his life), and for a second he wondered
precisely how long it would take for the dragon's undoubtedly
massive stomach to digest him completely. How long it would
take him to die, if the ebony giant wasn't feeling particularly
merciful and decided not to chew.
Now, if he had been a lesser man, or more sensible, or the
journey out here had not taken quite so long, he probably would
have left just then. He had seen his first dragon, so he could
leave now, right? But he was not (on both counts), and it most
certainly had - the blisters on blisters on his feet were enough
evidence of that. He wasn't going anywhere just yet. Except
perhaps, back to the Creators, if the elders had been right and
there was indeed something after death rather than blankness.
He glanced around at the others, contemplated saying
something to someone. He noticed a few of them talking to the
large male dragon, but Zerenkhar would not be convinced to try
that just yet. It was so difficult to figure out what these people
were thinking - their expressions and gestures were foreign to
him, and for a second or two he worried that he'd speak to one
of them and get punched in the face for his troubles, or ignore
someone who actually wanted to speak to him and hurt their
feelings. These doubts were only momentary though, and
eventually, Zekh made his decision. Nodding descisively, as if in
self-agreement, he finally plucked up the nerve and attempted
to speak to the nearest person who didn't seem likely to start a
fight with him. He turned to Theo and Noah.
When he spoke there was a quiet, raspy, ill-used quality to the
his usually loud and enthusiastic voice - well, he supposed that
was what happened when you didn't use it for such a length of
time. When was the last time he had actually spoken to
someone? He couldn't really remember. "The big one... he
doesn't look particularly happy, does he? But surely he
has nothing to worry for? Who would be stupid enough to
try and harm the eggs, knowing who's watching over
them?" And now his throat actually hurt. Zekh frowned a little
and raised one hand to his own throat in concern. Was that
supposed to happen? This human body and it's maladies...
Updated by Zerenkhar on 16 Feb 2010, 2:40am
Archer
Polished Registrar
16 Feb 2010, 4:10pm
How exactly do you end up in the middle of a scorched

wasteland, miles from the nearest drink or agreeable woman,
and about to throw yourself in to the nursery of one of the most
savage beasts that you ever denied existed?
Really, there were three reasons.
One, there was a path.

Two, he had some time off.
Three, he was low on money for beer.
Curiosity, whether virtue or vice, had always run strongly in

Archer. It hadn't killed any cats, but it had gotten him, on
various occasions, bitten by strange animals, stuck in holes, and
walking on crutches. Not to mention the time he'd been lost in
the badlands for a whole week. And these were all before he'd
reached the age of 10. So when there was a path (and nothing
to distract him like tavernmaids or booze) he wanted to know
where it led. There were rumors, whispers of Dragons. Archer
wasn't too sure of that, but he was intrigued.
"Liandra, sweetheart, a few days' bread ain't gonna be

missed by no one."
"Cheese and salt pork will be, though! And the skillet? Why do
you need a skillet, Jim?"
"Thought I might take a little trip is all. Ain't no pretty

girls to cook fer me out on the plains."
"The plai-- You're chasing dragons, aren't you?"
"I ain't chasin' nothing! Look, if you cain't help me, I'll
find someone else..."
"I never said I wouldn't help." A pause, a wink, and a girlish

giggle. "You best be ready to earn these."
He set off to follow the trail. He followed. And followed. And

followed. For days he walked. Lunch was a biscuit and cheese,
dinner fried salt pork with crumbled bread mixed in. Ashes
streaked his clothes; his boots became coated in the grimy
charcoal of burnt grass and sod. It was slow going.
"I do miss my horse."
Just when the Plains seemed like they'd never end, the rocks
started. Archer was singing 'Lily of the West', voice loud in the
clear air.
"They were singing songs of melody, while I was sore

distressed, o faithless, faithless Mary, the Lily of the.." In
midverse he faltered, the final word weak and trailing.
"...West."
Ahead of him something terrible crouched, its dark bulk like a

rounded mountain, ringed with the figures of humanoids that
looked even tinier compared to the massive centerpiece they
surrounded.
So... that was what they meant by Dragons. Archer swore softly,
heading towards the crowd. There had to be a reason for all this
and he meant to find it out. He only hoped he hadn't just hiked
days to an odd dinner party where cowboy was now on the
menu.
He didn't see the eggs until he was much closer -- too close, he
realized, to run now if the Dragon wanted food for the children.
Resignedly he sidled up to the mass of people gathered there,
joining them in peering at the eggs. He'd been collecting eggs
from his family's henhouse since he could follow his sisters. No
egg he'd ever seen looked anything like these, and it wasn't just
the sheer size that baffled him. The colors. Every shade of the
rainbow, and most of the ones in-between, too! They're just
rocks, then. Ain't no eggs at all, he thought stubbornly, but his
eyes strayed back to the massive jaws of the clutch's guardian.
Old stories spun in his head. No, they're somethin' special, all
right. Dragons only ever guard three things: treasure,
princesses, and other dragons. And I don‘t see no gold or
damsels.
"So we supposed to talk to 'em, or somethin'?" he muttered

to no one in particular, attention darting from egg to egg as he
counted. At least 18, although even with the distinct colorings it
was hard to see for sure. "In any case, we're gonna have a
whole heap o' hungry lil' dragons here soon..."
Updated by Archer on 16 Feb 2010, 11:08pm
Orchid
16 Feb 2010, 10:24pm
Orchid had been super psyched when she first started out in this
place, called Isnit. She had believed it to be a region- but
slowly she learned that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a place
of Pokémon. She was becoming slightly sad too, because she
hadn't seen heads or tails of her Pokémon yet. She was all alone
now, without her friends :(
But, the young trainer decided to go on a little exploration

anyways. And she came across a very dreary, un-exciting place
where some dragon was curled around some eggs looking
hungry and positively annoyed. So she stood there, wide-eyed,
wondering if it was a mutation of the legendary Rayquaza- and
if she was going to be his next meal.
But thankfully there were other people there, and she slid
behind Evangeline, a person whom looked familiar. "Hide
me?" she whispered with a faint smile.
Galen
Mysterious Deleted Member
17 Feb 2010, 1:25am
Galen approached the Clutch - and the assembled people no

doubt hoping to impress a hatchling from said clutch - with his
usual over-developed sense of confidence. Thankfully, he said
nothing to the father of the clutch (such a thing would likely
have resulted in severe heartburn for said dragon, and severe
death for the snake demon), merely took up a place beside
Nero. Usually, being in such close proximity to an angel, even a
Fallen one, would have unsettled him at least a little - however,
the excitement and rarity of the occassion rather blinded him to
much else. Little dragons! He had seen some of these things
back on his homeworld, but they had been rather different to
the hulking things here on Planet. Small, fine-boned... very rare
and incredibly vicious. To be competely honest though, the
dragons here seemed rather vicious too (although they most
certainly were NOT small). So that was alright, then!
As intimidating as the large male dragon was (and he was -
Galen was shivering slightly already, and not at all because he
of the temperature. He might have been cold-blooded, but
nothing about these smoking, charred plains could be described
as brumal), to the demon's credit, he did not attempt to edge
away from the clutch. He may have been something of a
coward... but he was a determined coward if nothing else, and
highly adept at looking out for his own interests. Right now, his
interests most definately included bonding to one of the little
suckers in these eggs. And what dragonet wouldn't want such a
puissant, enlightened (and charmingly handsome) person such
as he? A wide grin began to spread across the serpent's face,
and he probably couldn't have controlled it if he'd wanted to.
Such fun, such intrigue... and such promise. Twenty five eggs!
Twenty five chances. Oh, he almost felt like purring, but that
was more of a cat thing than a snakey thing. He settled for the
grinning instead.
He swayed a little where he stood - a habit of his, and one some
people found genuinely irritating, much to the snake's suprise -
and hummed lightly to himself, unsure of what to do next. He
supposed they were simply to wait until the eggs hatched... but
Galen was fairly impatient, and after a while, try as he might to
hold still and look suitably dignified... it wasn't long until he
was fidgeting rather restlessly. Oh, what was taking so long?
((Em... Yup. Had no idea who to have G interact with. Feel free,
y'know? -should really go to sleep now-))
Kythen
17 Feb 2010, 3:57am
Kira wasn't the only one out and about on four paws today.
Kythen had been exploring closer to the plains in search of deer
or some other large herd animal that he could hunt to diversify
his diet. Thus far he'd had lots of rabbit, a squirrel or two and
he'd caught a mouse at one point that had promptly bit him on
the nose and escaped. There was also that exploding rabbit-
squirrel-thing he'd tried to catch at one point. But nothing more
than that. He was sure he could get other food in the village
(fruits, veggies, stews etc.) but had yet to actually venture into
the town simply because he didn't feel the need to. He found
enough out in the wilds all on his own.
There was a roaring coming from the fields area. That was
where he was heading and he hesitated. It sounded much larger
than just some big cat. Was there danger? Was it safe? Should
he investigate? Uncertain, he paced a bit as his human part
urged him to take a look. They'd stay to the edges of the plans
and they could look from a distance. If it was danger they could
run and if it was safe they could get a closer look. It was an
intruder afterall.
This decided, he moved forward, sniffing the air cautiously as

he followed a path that many had recently taken. Males,
females, cats, lizards, humans and....he sniffed again, sorting
through the scents that clung to the ground. Wolf. A wolf had
come this way before. And not just any wolf. Kira.
And....another sniff, the girl with the wings had come this way
too. Were they in danger? Was something attacking them? He
couldn't let that happen!
With the scents of the only two beings he'd really talked with in
his nose, he ran down the path, the possible danger to himself
forgotten. He slowed to a trot as he reached the fields and
sniffed again. They were here all right, as were the others
whose scents were on the same path. He could see them, still a
short ways away, standing about and looking at something. It
seemed to be a large hill but the scents told him it was
something alive and reptilian.
No one seemed to be in danger but still he couldn't help feeling

like something was wrong. He padded closer, head low and
pawsteps careful and wary. The slightest sign of danger and
he'd be out of there. But nothing too threatening happened and
he stopped next to Kira, his pelt brushing hers just a bit as he
made a small sound of greeting to the silver she-wolf. He was
curious about the giant lizard-thing before him and what it was
protecting and whined a question at Kira. 'I don't like this,
what's going on?'
Opalette Jagmi
18 Feb 2010, 6:16am
So... this was the best place to collect Juice of Grass alright. For
miles and miles and miles and miles there was nothing BUT
grass. Opal smiled to herself and began collecting fist fulls of
the stuff and chanting a mismatched rhyme.
"Seventy-three stalks,
the Salt with fried stalks,
The Lemon with Salt and stalks.
It makes your stomach churn."
True this had absolutely nothing with the reason why she was
collecting grass juice just then, but it gave the witch something
to say. It had been at least a month since she'd encountered
another life form (that didn't include the local butcher with his
weird glass eye and creepy smile), and imagine her surprise
when she turned from the tall stalks that easily towered over
her.
Not too far she saw an insane amount of people, their blurred
shapes surrounding something even more massive than their
numbers. Squeezing a particularly tough stalk of wheat, its
strange liquid dripping into a special vial, Opal craned her neck
this way and that, her steps bringing her closer. She noticed
now, that all of the shapes were humanoid, and upon even
closer inspection, that all of them had somehow found
themselves a large Dragon, who in turn had wrapped itself
around a clutch of..eggs.
Still holding on to the tough stalk of grass, veritably squeezing

every last greenish-yellow-blue drop from it, Opalette dropped it
and licked her fingers, making a face at the bitter taste. Since...
most of the humanoids were sitting around (standing actually)
Opalette bit her lip, capped her vial and mimicked the others.
Unsure of what to say to her neighbors (obviously they were
there to snatch an egg as well), she stayed silent.
It was a good thing she had picked today to gather Juice of

Grass, tomorrow might have been too late, and her forecast had
said that the weather would be foul as well.
Nyx
18 Feb 2010, 8:48pm
All she knew for sure, was that she was bored. Nyx, the young
Jackalope, didn't exactly know where she was going. Her
constant travels and misadventures with poor wild animals
always left her in random areas which left her completely
distraught on how she ended up int he certain area int he first
place. Today, the usually 'nude' anthro had finally decided to
wear a little bit of cloths. Very little. Instead of the usual spiked
belt that she usually wore, Nyx had pulled up some jeans.
Finally. But that's about it. Her fur covered areas that needed to
be covered rather well. So no one would mind if she didn't wear
a shirt... Nor a bra.. Would they? Heck, why did she care! there
was nobody... Look at all the people!
She had never seen so many different species of... Of... Living
species in her life before. Her silver eyes stared at this large
group for quite a while. She was surprised that she didn't their
scent until now. "Ews... Demons and humans smell stinky
together..."
She pouted, covering her nose immediately when she had taken
the scent deeper. Why did human and demons cents smell so
weird to her together! Should demons like.. Eat humans or
something? She closed i on the crowd. Finding there were much
more then just humans and demons, but did she really care of
the other species while her mind was so set to figure out what
they were all looking at? No, not at all.
It was hard to see beyond the crowd. She wasn't exactly short,
but it didn't mean everyone else wasn't tall or crowding
whatever they were staring at. She wanted to complain, tell
everyone to make room. But it seems like everyone seemed to
be.. Much too interested in what seemed to be happening in this
particular spot and is that a dragon?! Her mouth opened, gaped.
Never in her life, had she ever, seen something so huge. So
powerful looking before! "Oh my gosh! It's a giant lizard...
With wings!" She squeaked. The name dragon never occurred
to her. The urge to tap someone came into mind, to ask them
what was going on and why they were staring at this big lizard
thing. Did they never see one before? Was it famous? they
wanted an autograph?
After a few peeks, and squirming searching for her own place in
the crowd, she finally was able to see what they were all indeed
staring at. "Aww..." She cooed, her small cotton tail waggling
in delight to see the many different colored eggs, in all different
shape and sizes huddled against the dragon. Eggs weren't
exactly sure, but babies of anything were cute, weren't they?
There were so many! Did these people wanted to come and say
hello to the babies? Would people really come to the middle of
nowhere just to do that. Wow... Well, she wanted to say hello
too!
Solus
Opaque Villager
19 Feb 2010, 6:53am
He was crazy. Insane. Stupid. Someone had dropped him when

he was ‘hatched.’…More than once, he’d bet. There was no other
explanation as to why Solus currently found himself ambling
along a very charred and (Was that soot and ashes? Oh, that
didn’t bode well) apparently popular path across the plains. He
was very much fighting with his inner self, determined not to go
against his better judgment and become…someone’s lunch. That
was what people worried about here, right? Being eaten? Well,
Solus knew he was certainly in danger of becoming at least an
appetizer if he kept down this road…literally. What kind of stark
raving mad lunatic wandered down a path intentionally charred
into the earth by a giant lizard who would sooner eat you than
bother paying you any attention? Apparently, there were a lot of
stark raving mad lunatics in this strange new world….and Solus
was sad to admit he was probably one of them.
It wasn’t the thought of bonding with a creature (And that just

rang all the wrong bells with him, to tell you the truth) or the
idea of being declared ‘brave, if not idiotic’ for testing himself
against a beast like this; it was plain and simple curiosity;
stupid curiosity, but still curiosity all the same. The armored
man turned off the outward air vents in his helmet, filtering out
the smell of charred earth and soot and ash as he stirred it up
along the path. Apparently the group of lunatics had already
gathered. “Late to the party, as usual,” Solus grunted, though
didn’t seem concerned. “Ugh.” He paused to stare at the large
clutch of eggs, then at the gathered people, then at a very
comfortable looking batch of rocks a foot or two away that
remained unclaimed. Everyone was more concerned with getting
a good view of the eggs; what for? They were just eggs, after
all. Why be so concerned about seeing them?
Certainly, they were pretty, but Solus wasn’t interested in

‘pretty.’ He almost didn’t seem interested in anything, actually,
except a very ‘comfortable‘ looking seat of rocks. He made a
beeline for the boulder pile, and settled down comfortably on
top of them, using one of the larger ones to pillow his back as
he folded his arms behind his helmeted head. One leg remained
solidly on the ground, the other stretched out on the rock
beneath him, and wiggling idly; he had to maneuver a little to
get comfortable in his armor but he‘d lived in it so long that he
knew how to manage. He snorted, one eye closing, while the
other watched the clutch carefully; okay, so maybe he was a bit
curious about the eggs. “Wake me when the fun starts,” he
muttered to no one but himself, seemingly unconcerned with the
fact that he could quite possibly be eaten by the very large, and
very intimidating looking dragon who was watching over the
clutch. Meh. He’d had stranger days.
Donovan Bloom
20 Feb 2010, 8:48am
“Yes, we have no bananaaaas,

We have no bananas todaaaaaay!
We've string beans, and onions,
Cabashes, and scallions,
And all sorts of fruit and saaaay,
We have an old fashioned tomato
A Long Island potato,
But yes, we have no bananas,
We have no bananas todaaaaay!”
The lone man belted out the lyrics to the old classic as he
wandered vaguely down the mysterious empty highway. No, he
wasn’t drunk—just bored. Bored and hungry. Donovan had run
out of food a day ago, and though he was no stranger to hunger,
he was certainly a stranger to the area he currently found
himself in. Having spent his entire life in crowded, urban
environments, he found the huge lonely stretch of scorched land
rather, well, boring and horrible. Nature and wilderness is great
and all that, but so is not dying of starvation. Perhaps it was his
foul mood talking; Donovan had come quite unprepared for the
long hike. His stomach hurt, his head hurt, his feet hurt, his
back hurt, his hands… actually, his hands felt fine. Donovan
liked his hands. They were very useful things. He decided to
reflect upon the usefulness of his hands for a while. It was a
very poor distraction.
“Just try those coconuts,

Those walnuts and doughnuts,
There ain't many nuts like theeey,
We'll sell you two kinds of red herring,
Dark brown, and ball-bearing,
But yes, we have no bananaaas,
We have no bananas todaaaaay!!”
He elected to stop singing about food before he drove himself

crazy. What are cabashes, anyway?
This lack of human contact was really starting to bother him. He

was sure he had seen people walking the trail earlier, and also
things that weren’t entirely people but would probably take
offence to being called “things.” He had also heard rumors of
dragons, which sound much more interesting than “shinies,”
whatever those were. He had seen some weird camel-like
creatures wandering around, though there was nothing
particularly shiny about those. The possibility of being smushed,
set fire to, or eaten by dragons had never really occurred to
Donovan, who was still unsure whether this was all real or if he
was on some sort of horrible extended drug trip. Well, not until
he actually saw the dragon in question, that is. Because a while
later, Donovan finally arrived at the hatching site, and the first
thing that popped into his head was a sudden intense desire to
not become dragon fodder. That would be bad.
The second thing that came up in his mind was relief that he
was obviously not the only one worried about becoming a snack.
Donovan approached the crowd, trying not to look at the
humungous flying lizard for fear that it might stare back at him.
He snaked his way through the people to catch a glimpse at
what they were all looking at. Eggs! Colorful eggs! It was an
Easter dragon! So this is why all these people walked all this
way on this stupid giant endless overcooked road: it was to
snatch a baby dragon. Of course! This entire time he had been
vaguely worried he’d been tricked into following some weird
dragon suicide cult into the desert, but now he was almost
certain that wasn’t the case. Not entirely certain, but almost
certain. Donovan’s fingers itched to reach out and touch one of
the eggs, to feel the texture of the shell and the warmth of the
creature inside. Instead, he found a nice rock to sit on.
Normally, he would try to mingle and ask someone what was
going on, but he really wasn’t sure he had the presence of mind
to make intelligible conversation at the moment.
Kisten
Opaque Villager
20 Feb 2010, 3:00pm
Across the plains it was easy for the Noble Dragon to detect the
arrival of others, his keen nose and narrowed eyes turning from
one to the other. The numbers were relatively staggered at
times, but the more that came, the more that lingered. A
plethora of looks were given to the beast and many less to the
one that perched contentedly on his head.
A good majority were content to sit and silence- and perhaps

that was the wisest move, as the Noble had no desire to deal
with them. He didn't care what their names were or what they
thought of his clutch, and polite hellos and congratulations were
returned with a snort. It's not going to help you gain his favor,
just annoy him with the sund of your little squeaky underling
voices.
While the young man was content to smile and wave down at
the arrivals, the Dragon's lips curled into a snarl and he
wrapped his tail tighter around the clutch of eggs. One great
wing unfurled partially to cover them up and keep the
humanoids from viewing the treasure he and his mate had
painstakingly guarded for some time now. Just by showing up,
they thought they might somehow be worthy?
A hushed discussion went on between the beast and the man,

and after a time the man climbed quickly down the neck and
landed onto the ground to address the group.
"The Noble Dragon, Mikal, extends his greetings to you all. His
beautiful mate shall be here in a little while; she has been busy
preparing for this day." As much as he wanted to greet his
peers, it would likely get him smited to announce his name to
them. "While you can't touch the eggs, you are permitted to
stare at them as much as you'd like. Please maintain a large
distance between yourself, Lord Mikal, and his clutch. Around
the other side of him, I have prepared some water and meat to
feed the hungry Dragonets. Use proper caution when near a
Hatchling, and keep your hands and feet away from their
mouths at all times. We are not responsible for any maulings,
maimings, or deaths that occur through misuse of our
instructions."
The Noble turned his head downwards- the young were

beginning to stir. A restless feeling swept across the eggs as the
creatures within knew that at last it was their time to enter the
world. Sensing the time was right, the dark wing curled
begrudgingly against his flank and the colored shells were
revealed.
"Thank you, and good luck!" Kisten chimed in with a sexy little
grin and wink that felt as though it was directed to you and only
you.
The Breadth of War offered a soft thud perceptible to the

keenest of ears as its contents readied themselves. Yet despite
it's advances it was beaten out by it's sibling, the Trustworthy
Tabloid Egg, whose occupant had crept out the back.
Slowly, as though unsure exactly how to proceed, the serpentine

creature uncoiled himself, slick form dark and covered in inky
purple ooze. The winding body was compact and confusing to
the young one as he pulled himself between yet unhatched
siblings. The movements were not without fault; his first steps
in the world were clumsy and inept as his slippery claws fought
for hold on the shells he clambered over. The goo that coated
his lanky frame was no help as a forelimb gave out and he
smashed his jaw on the the Fairy Tale Come True.
Letting out a startled bark, the Versatile Forest Dragon

hastened his pace to the front, scrambling through the
remaining eggs and up over the long tail of his father.
At last real purchase was found in charred earth, and as he dug

in his claws and pressed his sore snout into the ground he grew
steadily aware of those that had gathered. It wasn't a
frightened look cast to the humanoids that had gathered, more
of a cautious one. His slender snout (covered now in attractive
grit and slime) was held aloft, and a deep breath drawn in.
These were not like him, these things, and he was but a young,
vulnerable hatchling. An innate bond to his father caused him to
look up at the Noble Dragon and confirm his suspicions- these
things should not be so easily trusted. What did they want? Why
were they here?
Of course to any onlookers, it was probably one of the cutest

darn things, to see a mighty Dragon bending down to gingerly
touch noses with his son. Awwwh!
Perhaps the jarring of it's surface by the stumbling first-born

was what awoke the creature within the A Fairy Tale Come
True Egg. Or perhaps it was simply its time. The answer would
never be known, but was infinitely less important than what
came from within. Pieces of shell broke off at the top, and the
egg tilted on its side until it touched one of its siblings. A
curious snout protruded from the apex, followed by sharp eyes
and a wet squelch as the Dragonet slipped from its shell. Coated
in a thin colorless liquid, it glittered softly and seemed to lack
the troubles of its ungraceful brother. Smaller in size but
endowed with an equally svelte figure, it arched a gorgeous
neck and uncurled its tail. Very swiftly it drew its body over the
eggs and the father, until it could rest before the humanoids.
Long, tapered wings remained stuck tight to its body, but a bit
of fussing let them loose as they flared out to either side. This
was much better than that cramped place, he decided as he
hunkered down against the ground and allowed his wings to dry
a little further, eyes closing softly.
The Forest looked to the Recalcitrant Water Dragon for a

moment, and relaxed somewhat, though a disapproving look
flickered briefly across his young face. A few more-confident
steps were made towards his brother, but all thoughts were lost
as the first female of the clutch made her presence known.
With a loud crunch the Breadth of War Egg finally cracked,

splitting apart to leave behind a wild-eyed, huffing young
Dragonet. Her body was quite proportional and a good deal
different than either of her brothers, with a stocky, lean frame
that had no questions about motion or needed any amount of
preparation before she could use it. Shaking her head, she rose
up onto her haunches, resting her claws gingerly on the shell of
another so that she could peer out over at the gathered
humanoids.
It did not take long before she joined the duo, rumbling a hello
to them and the humanoids as she stalked forward. Born with a
plan, it seemed, the Saucy Plains Dragon stalked forward
towards the humanoids without hesitation. Tail swinging and
little wings flared up proudly, the babe wandered into the midst
of the humanoids before plopping onto her haunches and
creeling. An accompanying roar from her stomach made it
obvious what the hatchling was after.
...Hopefully someone would feed her, because there was gonna

be trouble if the adorable darling had to go one more minute
without a full belly. Scrounge around in your pockets if you
must, but a good alternative would be to inch around the
Dragons and over to Kisten, as he was quite prepared with
yummy delicious raw meat. :D
OoC: Just so you all know:
Thank you everyone, for joining! I hope you're as excited as I

am! The faster you all post, the faster I will, so be sure to get
your replies in!
Make sure to put your best foot forward, because there are
more of you than there are Dragons, and a ton of you have the
same preferences! Forest is the most popular type, and a good
number have requested a lord, so if you fall into either category
make sure you don't slack off!
Feeding, playing, tending, entertaining, etc, a certain Dragon,

does not mean you will bond to it (so even if you don't want the
Plains Dragon, if your character is the sort that would feed a
hungry baby, then by all means, feed her!) They're all paying
attention to what your character does or doesn't do. Be
yourself, and perhaps some Dragon will be impressed. ;D
If you choose to grab some meat, you may assume that Kisten
gave you some to take back to the front, rather than wait for
me to reply saying he did. x3
Updated by Kisten on 20 Feb 2010, 4:31pm
Zeph
Opaque Villager
20 Feb 2010, 4:05pm
Zeph looked around at the charred landscape, noting that the

dragons must have been busy to do all this damage. Or perhaps
it was a naturally occurring feature of the world - the Soul
Collector didn't know. His gaze lingered on the second person to
arrive, but his interest quickly switched back to the half-hidden
eggs as he wondered what was inside.
Spotting a familiar face heading his way, Zeph straightened up

and nodded. "Hello Jerick. I'm doing well, thank you. And
yourself ?" The bone man was not surprised to see the lizard-
man here, Jerick had shown that he was a curious soul when
they first met. Settling more comfortably on his rock, he
watched as more and more people arrived and took in the
dragon and the eggs. Some obviously knew each other, while
the rest gathered in clumps to chat and wait.
Turning at Tobias' growl, Zeph chuckled and gestured to a flat

rock beside him. "Nice too see you to, Tobias." he replied dryly.
"Please, have a seat." Glancing once more at the dragon, he
continued. "You've seen people wandering around with
creatures, correct? Well, this is called a bonding, and people
come to these gatherings to try and get a baby creature of their
own. In this case, everyone is here for the dragons that are
about to hatch. And yes, they are dangerous, so be careful."
Zeph sat quietly as more people continued to gather, amazed at

the variety of races there were. A motion caught his attention,
and the bone man gazed at the human that had jumped down
from the dragon as he spoke. The instructions were
straightforward and to the point, so he just nodded and
chuckled at the last line. Hopefully no one would be foolish
enough to get hurt here.
He gasped as the eggs began to hatch, gaze skipping from

hatchling to hatchling as they crawled out into the world. Cute
yes, but there was an elegance to them that Zeph couldn't help
but admire. There were none he particularly wanted, so
remained seated and watched to see what the others would do.
Thomas
Opaque Villager
20 Feb 2010, 6:27pm
When the man jumped down off the dragon's head and began to
give his instructions, Tom realized that he really had absolutely
no idea what was going on, though whatever it was, it was
apparently rather dangerous. Well, what else is new? he
thought, sighing to himself. Ever since coming to Planet, he'd
gotten used to being constantly baffled and possibly in mortal
danger. Finishing up, the man grinned and winked, as if
directing it right at Tom. The younger man quickly turned his
attention to the eggs. Awkward, too; he often felt awkward
here.
Behind him, he could overhear someone talking; apparently, this

was called a bonding, and all these people were here to try to
get a baby dragon of their own. That seemed like an odd idea;
must be some sort of local custom. Actually, he wouldn't mind
having a pet - or a companion, he supposed, seeing as the elder
dragon was clearly intelligent. Maybe he'd stick around, just to
see what happened.
Suddenly, one of the eggs cracked, and a tiny serpentine

creature slithered out. Tom watched its movements with
fascination. It was quite cute when the young dragon's father
leaned down to touch noses with it, but the movement echoed
with the power and grace of the older dragon. The second
dragonet looked different from the first one, which Tom thought
was a little odd, but it was a pretty little creature, too, sunning
itself on the ground.
The third dragonet was not as calm as the first two, nor did it
make any attempt to keep near its parent. Instead, it stalked
directly into the crowd and sat, crying out loudly. Tom's
eyebrows went up, impressed by the young creature's
straightforwardness. It was obviously hungry, and from what the
man had said earlier, the guests were expected to feed the
young ones. Well, why not? Tom stood and went over to the
table, grabbing a few large chunks of fresh meat. Returning, he
remembered the warning about the hatchlings and dropped into
a crouch a few feet away from the Plains Dragon, gently tossing
a piece of meat towards her.
Opalette Jagmi
20 Feb 2010, 7:06pm

She nearly dropped her vial.. It was beautiful. The first few
hatchlings emerged from their eggs, some more violently than
others, and Opalette had only caught a whisper of what the
human had said... meat. With a raised brow Opalette smiled,
her white teeth a contrast to her lightly freckled face.
Looking around at all of the others, she could see that they
were just about as slack jawed as she was, but she recovered
quickly, stepping past Zeph and Thomas, who had already
tossed his first little morsel.
She wondered if that were such a good idea, as she picked her
own slice of meat. What was this? Cow? Chicken? Rabbit? It was
red, so not poultry. It was thicker, darker and with a healthy
white line of fat at the edges. Warm certainly, but not hot like a
living animal. She smiled at her selection and went off to garner
even more, the vial of Grass extract forgotten on her neck.
The pieces weren't overly bloody, and in fact it was much like
what she would bring home from the market nearby her home.
It was slimy and even a bit gritty. Most definitely wholesome for
a baby dragon. She nodded to herself and muttered something
about the nutritional value of such meat and walked back to the
front.
None... seemed to be her type as of then, but then again there

were only three of them that had hatched and could be
identified. She neared a little bit, but still kept a great distance
between herself, the father, and his eggs. There would be more
than enough time to scramble and fight over one with the
others. She waited, meat in hand.
Updated by Opalette Jagmi on 20 Feb 2010, 7:13pm
Nyx
20 Feb 2010, 7:18pm
And there was more! More, but now tiny little Dragon lizard
babies that seemed to be the cutest little thing that she had
ever seen! She had been curious what kind of dragons would
have hatched from the other eggs, but the first hatchlings were
adorable and at this point, she really didn't care. She glanced at
the others, she could only wonder if they were going to go up to
them? They all seemed to cute!... Not very cuddly, but cute
enough to deserve a cuddle! "I want to.. Play with them..."
Nyx finally decided, nearly skipping over to the table she had
last seen the man go to to pick up a slab of meat as well. She
sniffed it once before flinching. It didn;'t smell really
appetizing, but hey, it was baby giant lizard food wasn't it?
"Baabbiiees! Ffuuudd!" Nyx cooed, skipping over to the
female dragon that seemed to be already fed. "Awh... The
others must be hungry too.." She concluded after a moment
of watching the baby dragon eat. So she went to pick up more
from the table. Maybe four or five heavy slabs... It was the
most she could possibly handle. So with a not so graceful turn,
she skipped over to the female dragonette... Dragonet...? Either
way, she went to the more social little dragon and placed a slab
in front of her. "Yew know, you're really cute and pretty.."
She hummed, wondering if there was a way to actually resist
hugging this tiny little dragon.
No... The big daddy dragon wouldn't like that would he? so with
a frown and mostly ignoring the other crowd, she dropped
another slab in front of the female dragon before skipping to the
rest. She first made her way to the Recalcitrant Water Dragon,
the little male seemed so adorable as well. With a small smile,
she dropped a slab of meat in front of him as well. "Yew must
be hungry too, right?" She hummed before turning to the 'A
Fairy Tale Come True Egg' hatchling as well. She figured they
must be hungry. Weren't all babies hungry when they hatched?
Surely they wouldn't wanna play if their bellies constantly
grumbled... They might... eat her... Maybe!
As she was ready to go and give the other babies a slab, the
little Jackalope skipped forward, but somehow, in some odd way
lost her fotting as she tripped on one of the egg shells. Large
slabs of meat flying, the little rabbit.. .Deer.. Thing, found
herself falling tot he floor, her large quantity of meat falling
with her. "That... hurt.." She mumbled, The slabs of meat that
fell with her fell in all directions. On top of her, on her little tail.
One got stuck to her antler!... How lucky was she! "I smell like
giant lizard baby food!" She wailed, seating herself up as she
tried shook the meat off of her. She smelled stinky! Her poor
fur!
Updated by Nyx on 20 Feb 2010, 7:31pm
Kallisto
20 Feb 2010, 7:37pm
Kallisto heard the approach. The soft flutter of wings, the light
shuffle of tiptoeing feet. But still the tigress did not turn, even
if her mood lightened a touch. The approach was heard, but the
assualt was a surprise. The feline gentle held the girl's arm to
keep her from falling over, mindful of her claws. The tigress'
chuckle held the slightest edge that seemed to purr and when
her attacker slid down to sit next to her, kallisto turned her
green eyes to the girl. "Evangeline." And Kallisto smiled her
small, soft smile. So she had come to see the dragon's as well.
If she bonded with one, Kallisto would feel a lot better about
the little femme's safety. She was pretty sure she could keep
Evangeline safe while at the bonding. Her tail swept contentedly
behind her.
Evangeline was soon followed by another, semi-fimiliar face. The

male that had followed the little angel in the forest. Thomas.
Naturally her instincts flared. Her vivid eyes flitted to his.
"Hello." Her smooth voice was cordially, formal. The the feeling
that lashed out around her seemed more like a warning. A
subtle, but distinct warning. He could look, he could even touch,
but if he or any action he commited resulted in harm towards
her self-proclaimed angel charge, he could be sure the warrior
would be most unhappy.
It wasn't a personal grudge or anything. She snorted softly as

Orchid hid behind the angel's back, clearly not pleased with the
thought of Evangeline having to protect anyone from a dragon.
She would not answer Thomas and would not interfere with
Orchid, as they were directed at Evangeline. She really did seem
to attract a lot of people. which was natural of course. She was
happy and friendly, a pure angel. Things Kallisto was most
definitly not. Which is why she needed protecting. That and the
fect she was three years old. On the inside anyway.
Then Kisten began talking, going on about distance limitations

and the dangers. Eggs began hatching now, the dragonets
clambering around now, their serpentine bodies coiling and
graceful. Kallisto had slipped away for a second, retrieving more
food for the dragonets. When she had returned to her place
beside Evangeline, Thomas had already gone forward a touch, to
feed the whailing hatchling. She approved his low, respectful
stance.
Kallisto sat cross-legged, and she reached forward, placing a

slab of meat three or four feet in front of her, The rest at her
side. The dragonets could approach if they wished. They would
certainly find nothing to fear here. Unless they were frightened
by her claws and sharp coloration of course, but why fear the
things you already posses? "Watch your hands, Evangeline."
The tigress warned, the softest, slightest tone of that of a
mother tingeing the edge of her calm, low voice.
Renaud le Gant
Glittery Villager
20 Feb 2010, 8:05pm
Renaud had been watching more and more people arrive at the
nest, feeling somewhat drawn to them now that he was there.
They were beautiful, of all shapes and colors, but the large
'dragon' as everyone was calling him, was quite intimidating. He
heard a familiar voice and looked down to find Kallile standing
there. He smiled, then shrugged a little at her comment. "It
doesn't seem like anything out of the ordinary here." He said,
sounding much more sober than he had the last time they had
crossed paths. He craned his neck, ears flaring as someone
started to talk about the dragon and his clutch. They couldn't
touch the eggs but they could feed the little ones that came out
of the eggs?
The plant-man's curiosity started to get the best of him as he

started to move through the crowd, drawn by the snaps and
cracks of the opening eggs. "Come, Kallile, lest we miss
something important and exciting." He urged, offering his hand
so she wouldn't get lost in the crowd. Whether she took his
hand or not didn't matter as he started towards the front,
weaving and dodging through the people until he felt something
hard hit his chest. Rene looked down to find a rather large bowl
of meat being prodded into his chest when he reached the front.
He wrapped his long arm around it, nodding as the man moved
on with his business of handing out other things. Perhaps it was
the speed that the tall man was coming that made the master of
ceremonies hand him a bowl, or maybe he was just tall so
people knew where the meat was. It didn't matter though,
Renaud could see people eying him and he held the bowl tighter.
The creeling of the young one that had wandered into part of
the group make him turn his attention to her. He saw that she
was already getting chunks of meat from someone and moved
over, offering him a few more pieces with a smile before turning
his attention back to the hatching clutch. "Want some?" Rene
asked teasingly of Kallile as he picked up one of the chunks of
meat before tossing it towards one of the hatchlings as he
moved in a little closer. He was getting braver since he had
fallen onto Isnit and he wasn't going to let this chance go by.
Kallile
Polished Villager
20 Feb 2010, 8:25pm
Well, she wasn't about to get lost in this crowd when it seemed
like everyone on Planet was here for the event. She reached out
and grabbed Renaud's hand just before he had slipped into the
crowd, feeling a little surprised that he seemed so much calmer
and in control than he had the first time they'd met. It was a
pleasant surprise though--muscle-heads got annoying after a
while. That and life on Earth hadn't offered her many chances to
be around anyone other than jerks, muscle-heads, and general
'tough guys'.
"I don't think we're missing too much yet." She said as she
followed after him, still apprehensive to this entire thing. But it
was far too late for that; they were at the font of the line and
the smell of the new babies and raw meat overpowered her
senses. She released Renaud's hand quickly and took a swift
step backwards as she realized her mouth was watering at the
smell of the bloody meat. Dammit.
AS she tried her best to overcome the plethora of scents, she

watched the hatchlings that had already hatched. Cute, she
chided mentally, her eyes moving to the wingless Forest baby. It
seemed calm and clumsy--somewhat helpless for a dragon. She
looked up at Renaud at his teasing and quirked a smirk as she
shook her head at him. "Watch it, bud." She answered lightly
and in her own teasing way. The answer, by the way, was that
yes, the bestial side of her would have loved to dive into the
bowl of meat.
She carefully pulled a few pieces from the bowl before the
chance had passed her by, but she did not offer any of it to the
hatchlings. Not yet with others fawning over them. She still had
a feeling deep in the pit of her stomach that there was
something not right about this...and these dragons shouldn't
even be real and crawling around before her eyes.
She'd wait and see if they ate anyone first.

Solus
Opaque Villager
20 Feb 2010, 9:13pm
Solus cracked open an eye, watching the strange goings-on

steadily, That was different. Well, not so much different as it
was odd. He was trying very hard to ignore everyone around
him, but the way they clustered around the clutch of eggs didn’t
seem to bode well for any of them and Solus wondered if he
should step in and remind them about ‘common sense.’ Didn’t
they know that those things would be born with teeth? And
claws? And possibly fire? Solus wondered if any of these people
had even half a brain. None of them wore armor, none of them
wore fireproof gloves and none of them wore any kind of
protection whatsoever. They were bound to get torched, mauled
or half eaten by the time this was all done. He shook his head,
helmet tilting with the motion as he hauled himself into a sitting
position.
The little dragons had tumbled out of their eggs and were
looking to mooch some food off of someone. Solus’ helmet tilted
to the buffet of meat and other assorted goodies that had been
set out for the dragons. He stood slowly, brushing off his armor
as though a great amount of dirt had collected there, and
ambled towards the table. He ignored the crowd, as he was
wont to do, and even ignored the first of the hatchlings. Why
not prepare yourself for something before it happened? He
might as well grab some meat now and wait it out. The table
was piled with raw steaks and ground beef that seemed to have
been minced especially for the young dragons.
Solus steered clear of the minced meat, and instead, grabbed a

small steak. He held it up for inspection, wiggling it in front of
his visor and then seeming to decide that it was indeed a
suitable meal for a young dragon. But what did he know? He’d
never even heard of dragons before, so this was all very new to
him. He grabbed what looked like a flask of water and a bowl,
and placed the flask in one of his belt pouches and the bowl in
another. He turned, making sure to skirt the gathering of
humanoids who were now ‘oooing’ and ‘ahhhing’ over the newly
hatched babies, and made his way towards the clutch (Or as
close as he could get without touching the giant dragon’s tail or
trodding on anyone else).
He folded his arms, the steak hanging from his gloved hand,
and stared at the eggs. Maybe he shouldn’t watch them; what
was that old saying? A watched pot never boils? Was that the
same for eggs? Well, they’d hatched well enough after having a
gigantic audience, so maybe it didn’t matter. He glanced quietly
up at the large dragon, Mikal, the guy had called him, and
frowned. “Hey,” he sad lamely. Everyone had come here for this
guy’s eggs, but none had paid him much attention. “How’s it
goin’?” He didn’t expect an answer; it was just a courtesy. Solus
settled for standing as far away from the group as he could,
while still maintaining a respectable distance form the clutch of
eggs. He mildly wondered what might come out of them next;
preferably nothing pink.
Off to the side, Solus noticed, an golden flecked egg sat alone.
He stared at it for a moment, gaze drawn to the little thing.
What was it that set this one apart? Solus shook his head. He
was imagining things; eggs didn’t have personalities, right? But
still...the Heroic Agenda Egg seemed…different. Solus took a
small step closer, seeming to ignore the other humanoids and
eggs, though he didn‘t dare get too close. This was bound to
be…interesting.
A soft, scratching noise drew his attention, and he managed to

glance at a shining silver egg that sat not too far from the
golden one. That was…weird…Maybe he was imagining things,
but he could’ve sworn he heard a…voice coming from inside the
egg. Solus edged away a little now, unnerved by the sounds and
words he was hearing. Too many feelings and strange emotions
came rushing back up to meet him from his former life as a
soldier, and he found he almost couldn’t manage the small gap
of distance between himself and the Second Chance Egg.
Something about it…Disturbed him.
Updated by Solus on 25 Feb 2010, 2:30am
Evangeline
20 Feb 2010, 9:53pm
Evan crouched beside the tiger woman, hands on the ground

bracing herself her feet planted on the ground. She tilted her
head to look over at Kallisto with a crooked most adorable smile
as the other female gave her own soft grin. Hair falling into her
liquid silver eyes the childlike angelette looked up at the large
dragon who paid her no notice despite her polite greeting
though she could forgive him, he had a lot on his mind after all.
Behind her she heard footsteps and then a very familiar voice,
turning she smile brightly at Thomas, “Thomas!” She
exclaimed scrambling up onto her feet quickly to jump at the
soldier happily in a giddy hug. “I’m so glad you’re here! This
is going to be a terrific time, I’m sure.” She bobbed her
head.
A second set of steps and a familiar face appeared, “Orchid!”

She cheered happily. She was so glad she had so many friends
here with her. This was just terrific!
Before she could say anything else though Kisten dropped off
the head of the large dragon and gave them rules to follow and
noted that he had meats for the soon-to-be hatchlings. Another
smile formed on her lips as an egg shook and then broke
revealing lovely Forest male who seemed to be a bit on the
clumsy side though the fat that he was tripping a bit made her
giggle lightly, “Oh look everyone, look at how cute he is.”
She squealed lightly clapping her hands.
The next egg she had had her eyes on and it seemed to have
been bothered y its sibling running into it, it cracked open and
Evan gasped sharply. The male that gracefully wound his way
out of the shell was the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen
and her eyes lit up with bright wonder. “I’m going to get some
meats.” She muttered and scrambled off, missing the hatching
of the creeling Plain.
Y the time she’d returned the female was already deep into the
crowd and it seemed she had caught Thomas’ eye. Passing a
chunk of meet to Orchid she smiled happily. “Now you can
feed them too.” She smiled gently before crouching down and
making her way ever so slowly toward the water. Kallisto spoke
to her and the tiger woman’s voice rang in her ears, “I will!”
She called back gently, the piece of meat was in her
outstretched hand as she crept toward the drowsy male. “Why,
you’re brilliantly hansom.” She complimented softly, “Would
you like something to eat? I’m sure you’re just as hungry
as your sister over there.” She nodded her head a small bit
her offering still out in the open.
Updated by Evangeline on 21 Feb 2010, 3:39am
É me r
20 Feb 2010, 10:29pm
The crowds were flowing down the path the more that Émer
Feme observed, standing within the safety of the only trees for
miles. Sharp eyes took in the shape of a hulking lizard—a
dragon. This interested her; having been here just long enough
to know the significance of certain creature bondings, and yet
not having taken place in one yet, she debated with herself.
Little, sharp teeth, likely to be blood abound and quite a bit of
attitude. The possibility of disappointment… and yet a possible
closeness with another being that she desired oh so much.
Casting her eyes downward, the woman stepped forward,

continuing on with her unique style of dress; a flowing green
confection was that day’s choice, styled in such a way to
accentuate her wildly tangled earthen-toned locks, and her
multi-colored accessories. Light veins of thread made her
garment look like it was mimicking a real leaf, sheer in places
and nearly shocking enough to be risqué, though she had
enough decency to have any places that mattered covered up.
Sleeves were just little scraps over her shoulders, and the
amber-colored decoration above her brow shimmered against
the sun, moving and bouncing with each step she took.
On her feet were simple sandals, weaving up and around her

legs like brown vines, before the ties drooped down, like the life
was fading out of them in the heat. In all truth, it was a purely
average day, though she continued on against the dismal
landscape and studied the growing crowd in front of her. As she
grew nearer, the beauty in the simplicity of the place was
starting to get her attention, draw her in so her steps slowed to
a shuffle and she stared wide-eyed, a dreamy smile placed upon
full lips.
Then the sound of a male voice addressing the crowd snapped
her out of it, pace picking up; it wouldn’t do to finally attempt
to take place in a bonding only to be too late to do such a thing.
Despite herself, Ém was rather nervous as she viewed the
hulking dragon up close, and the man upon his head. Then the
people, all the people, with blood pumping so strongly beneath
covered veins, which she could access so easily. Pausing on the
outskirts of the bonding area, she jumped as a sudden
commotion erupted and a few ltitle dragonets burst forth.
Well… she was right on time, then, as she scented the meat.
Before anyone else could get over there, she took up pieces of
the raw flesh in her hands without the slightest bit of
squeamishness, and then sidled around to the edge of the group
to sit by some of the now-rocking eggs, thrumming with vitality
and life just waiting to burst forth. Looking down by her feet,
the green tone of a single egg caught her eye. The Pint-sized
Egg, rolling furiously, made her smile, wrinkling her nose at it’s
cutness, even as she laid the strips of meat in her lap,
regardless of her dress.
Then she looked at the eggs around her; there was many large
ones hiding this miniature little thing, which she immediately
felt a connection with. Whether she might bond with this
particular hatchling or not was an iffy, but she preferred to stay
away from the big crowd the already-hatched eggs were
causing. There were plenty more dragonets that would soon be
running around to impress, after all, or perhaps not impress. It
was all just up to them, after all.
Ari
20 Feb 2010, 10:49pm
It took Ari a good long moment to overcome her confusion and

finally notice the eggs. By the time she did, three of the things
had already hatched. With a small intake of breath, she realized
that the eggs were not merely unusually large, most of them
anyway, but were also really, really pretty. One, the smallest
one of the bunch, caught her eye and held it for a long moment.
Ari really liked the spunk of that Pint-Sized Egg for some
reason.
She wasn’t entirely sure what she was expected to do, but
figuring that the little (relatively anyway) dragons would be
hungry when they popped out of those pretty eggs, she scooted
around cautiously to where the meat was . She picked up a
couple of handfuls and shoved them in her biggest pockets. Her
coveralls needed a wash anyway, and this wasn’t even her
second-best pair. Then she grabbed as much as she could
reasonably carry and scooted back around to the front where
the little dragons were.
She remembered how the little wyvern she’d named Cuddles had
bonded with her after she’d shared her dinner. Maybe it worked
sort of the same way with dragons. That would explain why all
these people were here. So the were-girl did her best to look
interesting. Not edible mind, she wanted to show that she had
food, not give the impression that she was food.
Her eyes scanned all the eggs, but her attention kept coming
back to that Pint-Sized one. Why, she wondered, did she find
that one so interesting? Shrugging it off, she turned her
attention from the eggs to the baby dragons. They were very
interesting, to be sure, but she didn’t want to end up trampled
or eaten by one. Eggs couldn’t eat her, baby dragons though…
Updated by Ari on 20 Feb 2010, 10:50pm
Bayley
Opaque Villager
21 Feb 2010, 1:00am
Bayley was scared that she was late. Really, she knew she was
late, and it would probably be looked upon as some kind of
discount or something against her with the dragons. She hoped
that none hatched yet, as it could decrease her chances. She re-
shouldered her backpack, which was threatening to swing wildly
off her back and throw her off-balance.
She took a ripping bite out of her Hot Packet that sort of
flopped around in her hand. The breakfast burrito-thing wasn't
that great, but it was filling and it left a good taste in her
mouth-- something peppery with a hint of sweetness to it.
As she arrived on the scene and saw the crowd of 20-something

people, she paled. How would she get a dragon over all these
on-time people? She tried to shuffle her way around the crowd,
an awkward crab-like shuffle as she tried to maneuver around
the large pack of people that seemed to be moving towards the
eggs. She could see the fully-grown dragon looming over them,
and she felt her heart speed up a few beats. But she kept
moving, even though the movement around the crowd brought
her closer to the large dragon, who could easily eat her.
As more eggs came into view as the crowd thinned towards the
right side, she noticed a few dragons had already hatched-- a
Forest, Plains and Water Dragon. Others were already
approaching them, so she judged them as a lost cause to
approach for now. And one of them, the Plains one, looked
really hungry. She didn't have much food, other than the half of
the Hot Packet she held. She decided to bend the wrapper over
it so she could save it for another hungry dragon.
She was thoroughly curious of some of the eggs, though. Mostly

the Patchyderm Puzzle Egg, and the Second Chance Egg.
They were prettily colored... and then her eyes clamped down
onto the image of the First Rain Egg. She was very interested
in each, very interested indeed.
She was also interested in the Water Dragon that looked to be

sleeping. She wondered if it would disturb it too much if she
moved a bit closer...
Her dark blue Converse shuffled against the hard ground as she
moved a bit closer to it along with a few other people. Hopefully
she wouldn't be singled out as the last one, but she also wanted
to make conversation. It was boring just standing around here
waiting for something to happen.
She watched as a girl moved toward the Water Dragon, offering

it meat. "Hey, where'd you get that?" she asked sweetly,
pointing to the meat in her outstretched hand.
Updated by Bayley on 21 Feb 2010, 1:03am
Nero
Opaque Overseer
21 Feb 2010, 3:20am
As his greetings were returned with a predictable snort of the

Noble’s contempt, Nero only smiled. Well, no one can say that
you didn’t try. He could have predicted the father’s response,
but Liandra had wanted him to be polite, anyways. The Fallen
merely nodded, stepping back.
As Kisten leapt off of his perch upon the Noble’s head, Nero
shifted himself to the rear and left of the crowd - just near
enough to the bonding so that he could see what was going on,
but out of the way of the actual hatchlings and candidates. With
a short nod, he approved and endorsed the Kitsune’s
instructions - not that anyone was paying him any mind, and
that was probably all for the best. He was supposed to be
watching out for the safety of the bonders, but truthfully Nero
could not bring himself to care about their wellbeing if they
themselves lacked the sense to follow Kisten’s directions.
Liandra would not be happy with him if someone managed to get
themselves eaten or mauled, but the Fallen had no love lost for
mortals. He would step in if it looked like a bonder was about to
be accidentally harmed, but if they put themselves in harm’s
way by acting irresponsibly, it would only be to their eventual
benefit if he stood by and let it happen. Education from
experience, and all that. Plus, fewer mortals. Always a good
thing. They do stink up the area so.
With a sigh, the Fallen flexed his wing, nodding to the few
individuals close enough to appreciate the gesture. He easily
spotted Evangeline in the crowd, he little-child’s voice easily
audible above the background murmur of talk. He spotted the
plant-man Renaud in among a knot of unfamiliar humanoids,
and Kallisto and Opalette hidden in their own respective groups.
Few others were familiar enough to him to receive any spark of
recognition, though few were out and out strangers. Perhaps he
had been going to town too often recently - he missed the times
when he could see a group of people not recognize a single one
of them. It was better that way. Safer that way. If you don‘t
know their names, it won‘t hurt so much when they die.
Allowing his attention to drift from the candidates at large,

Nero’s gaze focused upon the shaking ovoids hidden largely by
the bulk of the Noble father‘s body. A few of the eggs were
interesting to look at - Nero found that the Devil’s Trap egg
was a rather accurate reflection of his thoughts at the moment,
but the Mellifluous Demise egg similarly drew his attention.
Close behind them, the gleam of the Beautiful Danger’s shell
was particularly bright, and he found the Second Chance’s
coloration particularly ironic when compared to his own aura.
Not that it mattered much to him - he hadn’t come for the
bonding, after all. Nope. We all know that you came for the
booze and the bitches. 8D
A gasp from the front stole the Fallen’s attention from his own
thoughts, and his silvery-blue eyes quickly found the source of
the commotion. Apparently one of the eggs had hatched - the
first one, revealing a Forest son. Nero grinned wryly as his inner
monologue vied for the chance to see the new hatchling, but
Nero maintained his distant air as the crowd pushed forward.
Two more newborns were revealed in quick succession, a male
Water and a female Plains. The latter hatchling quickly
announced her presence to the world in a loud creel of harsh
sound, which Nero ignored utterly in lieu of watching the
humanoids press forward. Most of them vied for the meat and
water that Kisten had so graciously offered, but a few either
milled around, unsure, or walked forward without an offering.
Nero merely watched, and waited, a silent shadow on the

fringes of the bonding. The sense of unbelonging stabbed deeply
into his unfeeling heart - though the sensation was so familiar
that he only ignored it. This was a day of birth, a day of
celebration and light. This was no place for he who walked the
realms of darkness, and so he would strive to stay out of the
way.
Updated by Nero on 21 Feb 2010, 3:20am
Kira
21 Feb 2010, 5:10am
Kira gave Kythen a friendly nuzzle as he approached her, not

wanting to hear him whine again. That having been done, she
shifted back into human form, smiling. "Dragons," she told him,
voice breathless with awe. "Can you believe it?"
Her eyes fell on the Opera Star Egg and she held her breath in
awe at the shell. The melodious hum made her ears twitch and
she smiled, looking at Kythen. "This is so cool!" she finally said.
The wolf-girl showed no fear of the giant creature guarding the
eggs. Dragons were not new to her. After all, she was used to
playing and wrestling with one. So dragons did not phase her.
Then cracks filled the air and she looked around, watching each
dragon hatch in turn, a smile tugging at her lips. Hadn't he said
there would be meat? Moving around, she found where it was
kept and went back to Kythen's side, pushing some into his
arms. She then took a few large chunks of what she had
grabbed for herself and lay it down on the ground close to her,
making sure it was in view of the hatching dragons. Any hungry
dragon would be able to come get it if they wanted to.
Kythen
21 Feb 2010, 5:38am
Kythen followed Kira's lead though it took a moment for him to

push Wolf back and resume human form. Usually he slept in
order to change back. He didn't have to sleep, it was just
simpler that way, letting Wolf slip away and leaving human in
control once more. He still shifted nervously, though, as Wolf
kept howling inside his head. Danger! Not safe! Run! But aside
from the nervous fidgeting and the wary look in Kythen's eyes
(which were still a mix of his usual ice-blue and Wolf 's amber)
there was nothing to suggest that he was afraid or all that
uneasy around the dragon (not to mention the other people).
"I don't think these are going to be like your brother Kira.
There's something very dangerous about them." He replied
to Kira's comment that the dragons were 'cool'. Yes, it was a
rare opportunity to get this close to such a well guarded clutch
but was it wise to stay? Wolf didn't think so but Kythen was
determined to stay and keep an eye on his pack-mate. Sure she
could take care of herself but if she wasn't getting a bad vibe
from this dragon she could get herself into trouble and then
he'd need to rescue her. This was something he and Wolf could
agree on, they would stay for her sake.
He accepted the meat Kira handed him, having been distracted

from paying attention to what she was doing by the hatchlings
that wandered about. He scanned a few of the eggs, noting
some that caught his eye but always straying back to the
hatchlings already moving about. The eggs weren't going
anywhere, the hatchlings were. Best to keep an eye on the ones
that could move freely in case one of them decided you looked
like you'd make a good snack.
Mercy
Opaque Villager
21 Feb 2010, 11:45am
Mercy hung back, witing to see how the others would make their
move. There seemed to be plenty of food out for the dragons
already, even the Spunky Plains Dragon. If she had to choose
between the three, Mercy figured she'd try for the young
female, but there were many more eggs that had yet to hatch.
Some were rocking and rattling around now, with the hatchlings
tossing and turning in their shells.
Cautiously, Mercy edged around the main gathering of people to
the meat that could feed the new hatchlings.
Ew. Ew, ew, eeeew.
Mercy held the stuff as far away from her as she could. Better
to get it ahead of time, though, even if she wasn't going to get
a chance to give it to the now-less-hungry plains dragon.
Sighing, and still holding the dragon food at arms' length, Mercy
took a chance and stepped closer to the eggs. Doing a quick
head count, she had realized that there weren't quite enough
eggs to go around, so she decided she'd better get started.
Another thing she noticed was that a lot of the people seemed
to know each other. Hah. Mercy was glad she didn't, it would
mean she wouldn't have to cooperate with anyone to get the
egg she wanted.
Peering around at the eggs, she saw some that were annoying
bright, some that seemed to be simply cute, and others that
were more mysterious or dangerous looking. Narrowing her
eyes, Mercy focused on the darker eggs. She needed some
creature who could follow her without hesitation, not something
that would run away at the first sign of danger.
Putting the meat on the ground beside her, Mercy knelt on the
grass and waited for others to hatch.
Updated by Mercy on 21 Feb 2010, 11:59am
Alice Gray
Polished Villager
21 Feb 2010, 6:05pm
(( First off, if this is actually closed, I apologize in advance for

the post and the eventual PM. If this is closed to new joiners I’d
appreciate a PM to tell me so, as well. [Just so I don’t keep
posting here to have it deleted]))
Well this place was far from home. I mean at first it had seemed
pretty similar but this place (Isnit? Isnit Weird? Alice had heard
the term Planet used for this place, too.) made it pretty clear
early on that this place wasn’t quite right, at least compared to
her home. For example, while walking aimlessly through the
forest she’d originally found herself in she’d found a trail of
poptarts. They were alright, a bit dirty and burnt, but alright.
Post-poptarts Alice was doing alright so far as food and shelter
went. There were a lot of things from this place that were
similar to home (like poptarts) but usually they were pretty
weird, even when familiar (like poptarts).
With nobody but herself to depend on she was surprised with

herself with her ability to survive and her in-ability to survive.
At some instances she was alright, like building a shelter to stay
in for the night, other times (like finding non-poptart food) she
was less skilled. In fact when she’d first hit the plains she had
eaten something that had given her the runs (that night was
less than fun, no doubt).
She’d almost skirted around these grass lands when she reached
grass that towered over her by a good foot, “Oh my Yepha...”
she breathed, hot tears suddenly welling up before spilling over
and making a clear track of clean against the smudges from her
many trips and accidents while crossing through the forest. That
day she spent at the edge of the grass and cried since the first
time she’d gotten here.
Where was she? Why was she here? Could she get home? How
far was home? How was her mom and dad and Mooflea? Was she
still...? Was ALICE still...?
The night ended with these questions screaming at her, the
answers were nothing, not even a whisper.
The next day started up as if none of that had ever happened.

She woke up, ate some of the food she had collected and
ventured into the sea of grass.
Alice had no idea where she was, for the most part. Sometimes
the grass would become low enough for her to see over, at
which point she would see only what she’d seen all the other
times: Grass. Grass and grass and grass!
She was thoroughly SICK of grass by the time she suddenly
found non-grass.
Early on that morning, before the sun was really beating down
on her she ran into a thick of grass that seemed almost knotted.
At this point she was too stubborn, to hateful towards this
damnable grass to go around; it was high time she fought back
against this stupid, stupid grass.
She tore, ripped, bent, crushed and flailed her way through the
grass. Alice was so intent on passing through this hurdle, she
didn’t notice the charred earth until she’d fought her way onto
it, face planting at the sudden change from the resistance
caused by the grass and then flat, empty ground.
Her hands were scuffed up (although that had already happened
a hundred million times since she’d arrived) but she had
managed to catch herself. For a long time she just stared at the
black, sooty ground; disbelieving. Then she looked up, then side
to side to see a clear fire burned path through the grass.
Whatever had killed this stuff was good in her books (but that
was just the bitterness that had been growing in her stomach
speaking... right?). Alice stood up, patting herself to try and
shake as much of the soot and ash off of herself; her outfit was
stained grey, at least until she got the chance to wash herself
and her clothes (this thought threatened more tears, which she
tried to wipe away, smearing the tears and the dirt and soot on
her face). She later found out that the ash covered a lot (but
not all) of the nasty stink she had created on herself.
Since she’d left the forest she hadn’t met much water; enough
for drinking but not really enough to waste on being clean.
Alice wasn’t really aware, but she was lucky she’d made it this
far on her own. That didn’t matter so much right now. What did
matter was this path. To her right was a charred path parting
the grass, to her left the same. Which way to go though?
Unfortunately for her current needs Alice picked right; a path
straight towards a dragon.
Because she didn’t start at the beginning of this path Alice only
had a few days of charred path to travel. As she travelled she
noted many people going the same way as her and felt confident
that she was going towards some form of civilization. She
wondered what people here lived like. From what she could tell
there was no real stream of fashion, everything from
everywhere. Nobody seemed to match at all.
When people came upon her they did one of two things: ignored
her (to the point of that it was obvious that’s what they were
doing, did she look that bad?) or they noticed her young age
and offered what they could. She really liked those people and
forgot entirely to ask about this place while in their company.
On the second day she noticed that in the middle of this sea of
grass was a large, black hill (or maybe a small black
mountain?). Alice stared, then laughed, “This place really is
cracked!” Once more Alice tried hard not to cry as she moved on
that day towards the hill.
She didn’t realize it was a dragon until she had arrived at the
gathering. It was so still but as she finally came to the
gathering it had moved one, great wing. She froze, easily at the
back of the group as she watched, terrified. She was dead!
She’d died and arrived here in this strange world, travelled so
far to find a town and on her way to this fabled civilization she
met some big, stupid scaly JERK who was going to EAT HER! A
scream of her own frustration had built up in her chest when a
man started to speak. Now this wasn’t too weird but then it
was. Why had all these people come towards a dragon to be
eaten? The scream died and the muscles she’d subconsciously
tightened relaxed. Whatever the dragon was here for, he wasn’t
here to eat her (well not yet, anyway).
The girl stood and watched and listened to the man. Don’t bug
the big dragon, don’t touch the eggs and a bigger scary dragon
that had had babies with this big dragon (ew, gross!) would be
here later. ANOTHER big dragon? Alice shivered. Back home
there were these big dragon creatures called paragon and
wowzers, they were HUGE! But tame. This... Malik, he wasn’t
tame. She looked up at him, felt his mood (it wasn’t hard) and
shivered. He would eat her without a second thought, probably.
Maybe he’d complain about it too (“Too bitter! And so chewy!
Not even worth eating!”).
Then there was a lot of the crowd reacting, cracks and

crunching along with strange, animal like sounds. The dragons
head lowered to do something (Alice couldn’t see because of the
crowd, but then the idea of having that great scaly head at
people-chomping level was less than comforting and she was
glad for the crowd blocking her view).
Donovan Bloom
21 Feb 2010, 8:48pm
Donovan was so far out of his element that he couldn’t even see
it from here. It would require a friggin’ telescope. Back where
he was from, there were no dragons, no shinies, no plant-men,
no werewolves, no bunny… deer… thingies, no lizard-people. So
Donovan did what he would do in any situation that was
absolutely unfamiliar to him: he hung back and observed. The
more information he could gather by watching the crowd of
people, the more he could blend in. And in his experience, the
more he could blend in, the better. People tended to pay less
attention to the regular Joes, a fact that Donovan was always
eager to take advantage of.
However, there was one significant problem with this theory at

the present moment: few of these people seemed to have any
more idea at what they were doing than he did. Imitation of the
wrong behavior could get him in trouble, especially in this
situation. It was at this moment that the host of the hatching
began to speak to the crowd. Donovan listened carefully, and he
was especially attentive to the part about maulings and death.
He was painfully aware that he had very few natural defenses
against the winged, armored, and generally very pointy
dragons, but what he did have were abnormally quick reflexes,
a sharp mind, and a violin. These things would have to do.
Unfortunately.
As the cracks and snaps of the first egg rang through the
hushed air, Donovan paced slowly behind the big crowd, paying
little attention to the small and admittedly adorable hatchlings.
He was equally interested in the throng of people, and how they
reacted to the young dragons. They were eager to fawn over the
hatchlings, to feed them and lavish praise. Donovan was not
especially interested in bonding with a dragon who could be so
simply won over with food and praise. He wanted a partner, not
a pet, and in his experiences in the real world, you don’t get to
roll out of your egg and get handed a meal, a pat on the back,
and a personal butler. Unless he was completely wrong, in which
case he was sorely owed an explanation and an apology. There
were still a bunch of eggs left unhatched at this point, so for
now he would watch and wait.
In spite of all that, he would probably head over to the dragon

snack bar eventually, because they were just so darn cute you
couldn’t help but want to feed one.
Ahora
Opaque Villager
22 Feb 2010, 5:47pm
Without anyone approaching her, or anyone seemingly to give

her a glance, all Ahora could do was watch the clutch of eggs in
the gathering of humans. Her eyes were especially on a few
certain eggs namely the brighter colors and the ones with
purples greens and blues. Which there were certaintly no
shortage of.
Ah! There! One of the eggs she had been watching hatched. It
was quite the awkward little thing with its long spindly body.
The little thing kept on slipping too! Ahora's eyes softened
towards the baby dragon, but she refused to let herself coo
outloud. Not with all these people here! But the reptilian
humanoid waited for the dragon to come out from the unhatched
ones, heeding Kisten's warning.
It didn't take long though when they hatched for people to go

up to them with food in hand. Feeling a tad impatient with the
ones gathering at the one she had her eyes on, Ahora forced
herself to walk, not run, to the meat table. Pondering over the
meats (who's smell was quite ah... Sickening), Ahora finally
picked out one of her particular favorite cuts of meat. The T-
bone. She didn't pick the largest, but rather one that seemed to
be easy to pull apart. After all, didn't it take some time for
teeth to harden and get used to all this chewing? With meat in
hand Ore started back over towards the green forest dragon. In
an instant her heart was melting, but she still wasn't sure if she
should go up to feed it, or wait. What if one of the others
hatched and she liked that one more? Then it would be terribly
rude to leave this one for another, possibly angering it and then
getting the daddy angry with her. Perhaps when others hatched,
she would decide. Tearing her feet from their current path,
Ahora regrettably pulled herself away from the Forest and sat a
good 10 feet away, contenting herself to simply look on
respectably and keep her eyes on the rest of the unhatched
clutch.
Tobias Creed
22 Feb 2010, 7:49pm
Amidst chaos, Tobias took the seat that Zeph had offered. A
crowd was forming, congealing into a mass of hopeful
candidates of all species and creeds. It wasn’t the type of
anarchy that the soldier embraced: balls-out running and
rolling, tucking your knees to your chest as you hit the dirt,
watching that your gun didn’t get wet, with orders muffled by
artillery…This was a civilized, albeit competitive, gathering.
Some people (is that really the right word? his conscience asked
as his eyes settled on Renaud) greeted each other, having
already made friends. Feeling his comfort zone extend only to
Zeph, Tobias listened to the soul collector’s explanation.
He had seen people accompanied by strange animals during his

brief time here. Some had been enormous, equal to the size of
the father dragon, while others had flitted about their bonded’s
heads like needy hummingbirds. Though he was disoriented, he
considered himself lucky. These baby creatures would grow into
something useful for intimidation, not a nectar-sucking eyesore.
The desire to learn and to adapt flared in his belly, a feeling
akin to stage-fright.
The man who had been atop the dragon’s head had descended
and delivered instructions to the group. Though he took careful
note of the words, Tobias scanned the masses and not the
speaker. They were still growing, and by now, there were more
potentials than eggs. The segment of his mind that begged for
explanations was gagged and stuffed in a corner as the elephant
in the room emerged: not everyone would receive a dragon.
“I guess that’s our cue,” he rumbled, his face not faltering

from a stony, determined look. It was a cover; anticipation
gnawed at his insides, and the man’s aggressive nature wouldn’t
be stifled for long. No, he wouldn’t go charging in there without
an idea of how this was done—but his resolve to escape the role
of naïve foreigner took a flying leap forward. “Good luck,
comrade. I’m going to get me some dragon chow, I guess.
I’ll grab you a piece if you’d like.” He gave a moment for
Zeph’s reply and then strode his way to where the mystery-man
had gestured. There, he procured a supply of meat and a large
bowl of water.
Rations in hand, he had turned to face the clutch and head back
when the real commotion began. In succession, three eggs
released their contents into the world. “I’ll be damned,” the
older man breathed, sloshing some of the water from his bowl
onto his shoes. The hatchlings were immediately gregarious
after some initial trouble getting their footing. It was the female
Plains dragon that drew a laugh from Tobias; he enjoyed seeing
some moxy in young things.
But what would be his strategy? Some people were ignoring

these first hatchlings in favor of the still-rocking eggs, while
others approached with food. Tobias elbowed his way into a
middling distance between the birthed dragons and the eggs. He
didn’t feel like going into repose and kneeling just yet, making
himself vulnerable for the sake of a mewling baby. He’d know a
dragon worth feeding when it expressed some choosiness itself.
However, he supposed, he could give them a chance to do so.

Taking a small slab of meat into his right hand, his eyebrows
raised as he gave the meat a small shake into the air. It was a
clear message to any hatchlings: If you want this from me, it’s
here, but you’ll have to come get it. It was the Saucy Plains
Dragon at whom he focused the gesture (the others were a bit
too frilly and unsure for his tastes), but he wasn’t losing sight
of the eggs. Some, like the Mellifluous Demise Egg, the Red-
blooded Spartan Egg, the Very Wyrd Egg, the Twisted Travels
Egg, and the Tantamount Miscalculations Egg stood out amongst
their siblings-to-be.
Updated by Tobias Creed on 22 Feb 2010, 7:55pm
Aidan
Opaque Villager
23 Feb 2010, 5:06am
It was like these eggs splitting open was a big surprise or

something. Like it wasn’t expected or something. The crack
marks along the eggs didn’t come as a shock to the boy, but
captured his attention and his awe nevertheless. He had his eye
on several of them, and though it was hard to see with the
Noble Dragon’s protective grip, Aidan could tell that the eggs
had begun to move, were getting ready to hatch. His brown
eyes stared wide, his legs tilted slightly outwards to keep
himself from rolling around all over the place. And then the first
dragonet decided that it was not going to stay in a damn egg
any longer. The serpentine Forest Dragon wasn’t the kind of
dragon Aidan was familiar with, he was used to those large
sturdy lizard-y things that had big wings and were a lot stronger
looking and less snake-like. It was almost fascinating actually,
would the little guy grow to be big like his dad? Look anything
at all like his dad?
Before he could come up with any sort of intelligent solution,

another egg split in two, revealing another slithering, long
dragonet, a Water one this time though Aidan didn’t know the
specific classifications for each rank. This one looked nothing
like his brother, besides the fact that they were both long and
more like an anaconda than a komodo. Were the babies always
just born long like that? Would they flesh out and be strong and
macho later on? The boy didn’t know much about it, but in the
meantime scanned over the two shells that were now more or
less useless. Neither of the eggs had particularly captured his
interest, but it really was about what was on the inside, wasn’t
it? That’s what they said, anyway. Maybe a kick-ass egg really
did mean a kick-ass dragon. If he was going to bond to one of
these reptilian buggers, well he’d want one that was awesome.
Another egg shook around, split, cracked, and spilled out a

dragon that was both female and completely different than her
two brothers. What was this? Now this, this was the kind of
dragon that Aidan had seen in stories and picture books. She
looked tough, full of attitude, and though Aidan was charmed
slightly, he decided to hold back. He didn’t know what the other
eggs held, what else was in store for him if he was patient. And,
well, he hated waiting but it’d pay off right? Remembering that
the man on the dragon’s head had spoken about meat and water
off to the side, the boy decided to hold off on paying attention
to the current dragonets, especially considering a hoard of
people had already decided to toss the things pieces of meat,
then skated around the crowd towards the side table where the
first meals for the dragons were.
The smell of iron rushed the boy quicker than he’d like, and he
made a face as he approached the meat. This wasn’t going to be
cooked first? He really had to touch it. He was never one to
mind getting dirty but he’d never held onto meat with his bare
hands before. He hung around the table, peeking over to the
side at the clutch of eggs. Alright, he’d just wait for one of them
to hatch, either one of the eggs that he liked or one of the
dragonets that he thought looked cool. Then he’d use his skates
and slide on over. All he had to do was figure out how to get
some water.
Archer
Polished Registrar
24 Feb 2010, 1:11am
Voices, everywhere. All around him people gossiped and

conjectured. Snatches of conversation drifted by on the wind;
he listened with half an ear. Soon a new voice was rising above
the others, and other conversation fell still. There, beside the
head of the great beast... a man? Archer listened, nodding, as
instructions and disclaimers were doled out in equal measure.
Food? Water? Feeding? The prospect seemed more than mildly
discouraging, but if everyone here was supposed to be doting on
the every whim of the soon-to-hatch younglings... well, he had
no desire to be the one Daddy caught not jumping when his
babies said so.
T'the other side of him...? He started forward, ready to collect

some foodstuffs, when one enormous wing when sliding back to
its owner's side. Archer stopped dead, afraid maybe he'd moved
too soon, and glanced back the boy that had spoken... just in
time to catch Kisten's flirtatious wink. "What the hell!" he
exclaimed in startled reflex. Did that...? He glanced quickly
around, to see if anyone else had noticed the, uh, man winking
at him. As no one swarmed forward with insults, though, it
seemed it had gone blessedly unnoticed. He scowled back at
Kisten, a look that said not only 'you try that again to my face'
but also 'you're lucky you've got a dragon on your side'.
Others, now, were getting supplies, and Archer joined the

crowd. He emerged from the noisy press with a bucket of
water and a long, fatty tenderloin. Hopefully this would be
good for now. The bloody tube of meat soaking his shirtsleeve
might not last a dragonet very long, but he hoped it would make
a nice first meal. "Wish someone'd fed me filet when I was
just born," he murmured, shifting the thing as he walked. Yay
for armfuls of raw meat.
He was still crossing back to where the hopefuls massed when

the first dragonet broke shell. He didn't notice anything,
though, until the little Forest yipped. The nose had him
jumping, and then cursing the floppy weight of meat that
wiggled in his arms. When he turned to confront the source of
the noise, he was just in time to watch astounded as papa met
son for the first time.
The cowboy smiled, but it was bittersweet. I ain't had the time
to miss no one yet, he thought. Soon, though. Don't reckon as
I'll ever see my family again, will I...?
Another glittering hatchling joined the first, and then soon

another. The gaping, amazed look was back on Archer's face.
Around him people were swarming forward, all but falling over
each other to feed the few hatchlings. A few off-guard glances
confirmed that each of the trio had more than enough people to
fawn over them and, no matter how cute or irresistable the
babies were, another face now would probably just confuse
them. Sighing, he stepped backwards, away from the growing
knot of people teeming around the dragonets and towards the
unhatched eggs.
Even there he wasn't alone, noting a few other observers that

he greeted with a tiny nod each. For now his gaze skated from
egg to egg, not lingering with undue attention on any specific
shell, but spreading his intense curiosity evenly between them.
Already the frightening novelty of the first three dragonets was
wearing off. Anxious, with dripping meat clutched in one arm,
Archer wanted to see more.
Alugard Tiadonna
Opaque Villager
24 Feb 2010, 2:10am
Alugard arrived to an already crowded scene. It appeared he

had been just a little late, as a couple of eggs had already
hatched. The only thing he'd heard (well, been on time for) was
'Good Luck!'. He blushed when he saw the wink, but quickly put
it out of his mind. Following some of the other potential
bonders, Alugard grabbed two thick slabs of meat, and walked
over to a semi-secluded spot by the currently unhatched eggs.
He could see the creatures inside stirring, and he felt the
anxiety of hope well up inside him. His face turned red again,
but this time because of the adrenaline of seeing the hatchlings
making their long-awaited escape from their shells. He sat
there, waiting for either an egg to hatch or one of the less-
attended hatchlings to approach him. either way, he was going
to die of excitement.
((not all THAT close to da eggies >.>))
Updated by Alugard Tiadonna on 25 Feb 2010, 2:30am
Jessari
24 Feb 2010, 10:52pm
Jessari nodded as the Dragon's spokesman addressed them,

although she still couldn't seem to take her eyes off those eggs.
Her attraction to them wasn't merely because of their beautiful
colors; no, it went much deeper.
The S'kytri people, although as warmblooded as human beings,

were hatched rather than born. They began their life inside the
thin, dull blue or green walls of infant-sized eggs. She'd worked
in her village nursery for a while, making sure all the eggs were
kept at the proper temperature.
Although these eggs were much more colorful than those of her
former charges and held far different creatures within them, the
roughly-oval shapes brought out the maternal instinct in her,
something she was beginning to wonder if she had lost.
After taking a piece of meat from the pile, Jessari walked slowly
among the eggs. Some drew her eye more strongly than most,
such as the Opera Star Egg and the innocent-looking Second
Chance, but she kept walking, pacing amongst them with pale
blue wings flexing in and out. If she was meant to bond with
one of these creatures, she wanted to be positive she had made
the right decision.
Orchid
25 Feb 2010, 1:16am
She wasn't afraid. Orchid was startled when Evangeline greeted

her calmly, delightedly even. She wasn't afraid?!? There was a
huge THING there, and he didn't look all that pleased, not to
mention very protective- and of course by now she was starting
to face the fact that just maybe these creatures weren't
Pokémon so they would actually...harm...her...
Or eat her. :0
Okay, calm down, Orchid. There was probably nothing to be

afraid of here! ...And she did note the odd look that the
Pokémorph-looking tiger-girl Kallisto gave her, buutt she wasn't
going to even think about that because...she'd just go on
another rant again >.>
"Uh...Okay. Thank you, Evangeline..." Huh? What was she

supposed to do with these meat? It was icckky, too! She could
just imagine what sickness she could catch from touching raw
meat- oh wait, no, that's when you eat raw meat. Riight. But
still! They were going to feed it to those little baby...
Oh my gosh they were so cuuuutteee!

Orchid beamed when she caught sight of that darling little
Plains lizard-with-wings creature. But wait- that man on top of
that beast had called him a Noble Dragon. So these
were...dragons? Okay. Sure (They looked NOTHING like dragons,
but then again, she thought of dragons as Dragonite, Salamence
and Rayquaza). So now, this poor girl was utterly confused.
She slowly inched her way across the sands, giving as wide a
berth as possible to the eggs and the really huge dragon thing
and even the man whom was flirting with her? Oh whatever! She
wasn't into him anyway >.> She snatched one of the bowls of
meat, rested Evangeline's meat on top, and slinked back over to
where she began.
...Curiosity would win her over eventually, and then she'd go

and approach one. But for now, she'd stay right where she was.
Which was safe. And...yeah. -.-
Noah
Opaque Villager
25 Feb 2010, 2:11am
One by one, the rest of the crowd began to assemble. There

were all kinds of people coming, some looked normal, others
strange, and some looked caught in between, but all were here
for a single reason; the dragon eggs. Every nerve in Noah's
massive body was pulsing with excitement, his famous
cartoonish smile planted firmly from ear to ear. Dazzling blue
eyes were sparkling in the daylight, livid with youth and
anticipation as the hush of conversation stirred in the group of
people, the voices of strangers climbing to a chorus. It was a
downright shame he didn't know anyone here! It would most
definitely be more exciting if he had someone to share it with...
[i]'Well, I s'pose I'll have to meet more people 'fore expecting
to know any-'[/i] A warm hand caught the dragon hybrid's
attention, interrupting him mid-thought. The familiar
movements through the tangle of thick fur were almost enough
to widen the smile on Noah's face, but what really did the trick
was the comforting voice of his dear friend. He wasn't alone
here after all! Theo was here!
Swinging his head around with an easy coil of his long neck,
Noah grinned as he looked at the tall, dark figure he'd only met
the other day. "Theo!" His voice rang out through the clearing
as he moved towards his companion, curving the length of his
body around the more delicate bone structure affectionately.
"Well, fancy seein' you here, at a dragon bonding of all
things! Haha, this will be fun, buddy! Tha' I can promise!"
Unwrapping himself from the man, he took a few small steps
back, concentrating on the shivers that were now rolling down
his spine. And in a moment's time he'd changed, the large
canine body morphing into that of a young teenage boy, the
same goofy smile and vibrating blue eyes. With that, he shifted
back to his original position facing the dragon and his clutch,
this time residing at Theo's side, the sleeves of their shirts
nearly grazing.
A newcomer's voice, starting up friendly conversation of course,
cause Noah's head to turn, suddenly curious to see who was
addressing him. Smiling warmly, Noah laughed softly at the
stranger's comment, his body wiggling with the movement of his
chuckle. "Aww, no one's here to hurt the lil' eggs, sir! Its'a
bonding, of course! When the lil' fellers hatch, they'll be
looking fer someone to take care of 'em an' all tha'!"
Finishing with a firm nod, Noah turned his body to face the
raspy sounding man, noting to himself the discomfort he
seemed to be in. 'Makin' friends, makin' friends! Jus gotta keep
makin' friends!' But their conversation was shortly lived, as the
voice of the strange man atop the mighty dragon's head spoke
out. Turning to look attentively towards him, Noah listened
carefully as a silence swept over the crowd. And it seemed
centuries passed before finally, after the announcements had
been, well, announced, that a stirring shuttered through the
eggs. And then, they began to hatch.
Becoming suddenly childishly excited, Noah's hands grabbed

Theo's arm erratically, his contagious enthusiasm suffocating
any tranquility about him. "This is so thrilling! Ooh, Theo, we
gotta pet em all! An' feed em, an' play with em!
Everythin'!" He chirped, eyes widened as the first few of the
dragonets poked through their shells. "Oh my gosh! Look!
There's tha' babies!" Releasing a hand from grappling Theo's
limb (without any intent to harm him, mind you!), he pointed at
the unusual looking little dragons, their disproportionate bodies
wriggling from the purple slime that oozed on them. And slowly
the people around him began to shuffle towards the babies,
some playing with the hatched and others admiring the to the
soon to be hatched. "Oh, come on!" Marching off quickly
towards the bunch, Noah kept hold of Theo's arm a moment,
coaxing him to come as well, before he let go and made his way
through the crowd. Eagerly looking at the mass of different
eggs, Noah smiled as he examined each one that was within his
line of sight. The Disputed Island Egg particularly caught his
eye in the mass, the intricate design enticing him. Oh, it must
be a very particularly beautiful dragon inside of that egg! The
Devil's Trap Egg also made a fine impression on him, but it
was thoroughly difficult to design which was his favorite!
Updated by Noah on 25 Feb 2010, 2:29am
Oleksandra
Opaque Villager
25 Feb 2010, 4:51am
It had been days since Oleksandra first heard the rumors of

something big happening in the plains. That’s all they said at
first, something big, and she wasn’t much interested in such
gossip. However, as soon as the ‘something big’ became
‘dragon’, the waterbender couldn’t prevent herself from
investigating. Now, any sane person might steer clear of
dragons, but the thing about them was that they loved treasure
(at least that’s what the stories said on Oleks home planet), and
as practical as it was to stay away from giant, fire-breathing
lizards, resistance was futile when it came to Oleks desire for
treasure.
So there Oleks was, following a charred path and the many
footprints left in it. The rumors had mentioned the long journey
to where the dragon was, so she did come prepared with what
little food and water she could scrounge up, but the travel time
was longer than she anticipated. Soon, she would run out of
supplies. Things were starting to look rather hopeless. She
couldn’t give up, though, not after several days of walking and
camping. Besides, she had seen several other humanoids who
were chasing the rumors as well, and that was encouraging.
The waterbender’s perseverance paid off as she spotted the

large mass off in the distance, and finally arrived at the party.
There were indeed many humanoids about, but more
importantly, there was actually a dragon present. A very large,
very intimidating dragon. So the rumors were true. Good.
Making her way past the outskirts of the crowd, Oleksandra

looked curiously on the few that had acquired meat. What were
they doing…? She froze mid-step as she spotted the loud Saucy
Plains Dragon. Baby dragons? Quickly looking back to the
large reptilian-like beast that was the father, she noticed the
clutch that she overlooked before. Amazing, she thought with
awe. There were so many beautifully colored eggs, 22 by her
quick count, each holding its own treasured baby dragon.
Treasure. This dragon did hoard treasure after all, except Oleks
never considered it to be such a thing as other dragons.
Following the lead of the people gathered before her, she

collected some meat and water from Kisten. Not quite sure if
she should approach a hatchling or wait for one to approach her,
the waterbender backed off from the father and his eggs and sat
down on the burnt earth. As cute as the three already hatched
babies were, Oleks chose to play the waiting game.
Kisten
Opaque Villager
25 Feb 2010, 5:00am
OoC: Please read carefully. Don't panic if a Dragon isn't

interacting with you yet. There will be more to come! :)
I want to stress that it's important to read my posts thoroughly.

I know they're long and obnoxious and I apologize for that.
These are Dragons though. 8D They deserve the very best, and
so do you!
IC:
Mikal offered an earth-shaking rumble to any that took so much

as a step closer to the eggs, clenching and unclenching his
foreclaws. They should know better than to test the giant, and
in case you couldn't tell, he was in no mood to talk...
Anyone with meat was fair game.
That was what hungry Dragonets decided as the scent of meat

wafted through the air and caught their attention. The Saucy
Plains Dragon, who had already made it known she was
hungry, watched eagerly as more and more food began
appearing.
A chunk landed on the ground nearby and her head whipped

around, cry-halted mid-sound as she zeroed in on her first piece
of meat in this life. Raising up onto her haunches, she eyed it
carefully for a few seconds before approaching a little closer,
carefully sticking out one claw to touch it. It jiggled against her
talon and she jumped backwards, playful as she sunk into a
crouch, bottom raised into the air. In a matter of seconds it was
over, as she pounced on the thing and gobbled it up with a
satisfied sigh and an acknowledging nod to Tom. She wouldn't
eat him just yet.
Her attention turned to another piece given with a compliment,

this time by Nyx. Drawing herself up with a pleased look, she
devoured the next bit as well, but the girl was already off
making rounds on her brothers. Others had given her looks, but
only one other seemed to really want to catch her eye- and
what better a way than by wiggling a piece of meat around?
Like lightning she had bounded over, snatching it away with a

strong bite and head-shake to tear it from his hands. Gulping it
down, she meandered around to his back and head-butted his
legs, herding him over towards Tom. Struggling may not have
been a good idea, so assuming Tobias went along with the plan
the Plains female would be content as she stared between the
two and a confident but feminine voice asked them a single
question. Why are you here?
For the Recalcitrant Water Dragon, things were getting a

little too loud for his tastes. The sun warmed his body and as he
began to dry off he pried open his eyes slowly- he didn't care
who was staring at him or tempting him with delicious meat; he
would get to it on his own time and not one second before.
After some while he did in fact get to his feet, impressive wings
folding against his sides as he slid away from the nest and
closer to the humanoids. When he stopped he reclined proudly
and glanced at the others expectantly, going so far as to beckon
them forward with a claw. Alright, you had him up. Now present
your offerings.
The Versatile Forest Dragon did also have a handful of

admirers and he was not entirely thrilled about it. They had
done nothing to earn his trust and so he remained vigilant,
overseeing the entire show for now. He could control his hunger
and be patient, until he had a chance to study these creatures
more and not dive in as recklessly as his sister. He was in no
rush to search through the minds of those gathered and find his
match. This may have been a tad disappointing to any who
watched the Forest with a certain sense of longing, but it would
be unwise to push him to commit to an activity he had no desire
to take part in... Right now, anyway.
The Very Wyrd Egg cracked open with a sickening pop and
egg-liquid oozed out the top. As it slowed the rest of the shell
gave way, splitting in half. After a moment of thought, the
creature within began to pull itself out and slid down the shell
to the ground. It wasn't long before she had managed to
navigate around the others, moving with an unerring sense of
direction. Three had hatched before her, but she did not mind as
she shook off bits of shell and dirt, scratching her chin with a
chibi claw.
The Savvy Water Dragon was large even as a hatchling and
coiled herself tightly so she could raise an elegant neck into the
air and regard the humanoids with an unreadable stare. You
should consider yourself lucky to even witness this, let
alone waiting around for someone you think you like. We
choose you, not the other way around. She scoffed; not all
of them were waiting around for their favorite eggs to hatch but
some were, and already her shrewd mind had deduced this.
Seriously, they were just shells! The beast within was what truly
mattered and while she couldn't change their stares she could
at least inform them of their folly.
A powerful body for a youth moved with just a hint of what it

might become as she stalked across the grounds and towards
one of the closest providers of meat. What had been put into
pockets was quickly uncovered as the Dragonet, with deft
precision, managed to pull out a chunk of meat and devour it
with a hasty snap. Dark eyes focused on Ari intently and she
moved back about a foot or so, tail lashing to and fro. She knew
the girl had more- and had already proven she would take what
she wanted to, but she did have the good grace to allow the girl
a chance at being polite and offering more.
Two hatched simultaneously, the Interrupted Melon and New

Fashioned Eggs exploding into a dazzling display of colors and
fragments. A sister and a brother, the pair moved close together
and headed out towards the others at a jolly pace. They looked
like trouble, lowering their heads to hiss conspiratory phrases to
one another.
They meandered here and there, but at long last they came
upon another pair- Kythen and Kira. The Chill Plains Dragon
went for Kira's meat, as the Prized Water Dragon snatched up
what Kythen kept (leaving his body parts intact!). Satisfied,
they scampered off and away, but were quickly stalled as they
sensed Alice shiver.
Predatory instincts awakened, they began to head towards her

with a slow walk and a sharp smile. Uh-oh!
Last but by no means least, the largest egg of the clutch had
reached its breaking point. The Pachyderm Puzzle Egg. Like
pieces of a puzzle, the shell split apart into its respective
elephants, revealing someone who would one day make an
excellent fifth elephant. At this very moment, the wide-eyed
babelet sat amongst his shell refuse and yawned. He was quite
small at this point, if by small you meant the largest of all his
siblings thus far. Don't worry though! Those enormous, goofy
paws would one day be bigger than your head, and he'll be able
to fit you in his mouth with ease. For now though the
Herculean Mountain Dragon was all the adorableness of a
newly hatched, innocent creature.
What would he do first? Well, he didn't really know, as he

stepped forward clumsily and made his way through the
potential candidates. Perhaps one of them would like to offer up
some advice, as he was rather perplexed by this strange
universe. It was nothing like the cozy place he'd just been
hiding in for the past rest of his life. o-o
Mikal couldn't care less about the feeble-minded humanoids that

dared to bond to his children. That didn't mean he was so bored
that he was about to keel over. No, far from it.
What really got his attention was the foolish humanoid who had
clearly been present when Kisten gave his opening statement.
The Noble glanced down towards the Kitsune, who was still
helping others with meat, and turned back towards the one
getting closer.
As soon as she got around his tail and walked amongst the
eggs, the father reacted with a speed that shouldn't have been
possible for such a massive beast. He made no sound, but there
was rage in his movements as sharp claws lashed out and flung
the girl like a rag doll more than half his length. Deep slashes
ran from her shoulder down her waist, and at least one of her
wings (not including other body parts of the hollow-boned
woman) would find themselves broken.
You forget the rules already? Do not approach the eggs.

Mikal repeated as he flicked blood from his talons and settled
down around the unhatched eggs, drawing them closer into his
ebony body. Kisten had already run over; Jessari was very lucky
that the Dragon had only given her a warning, but she'd still be
in very bad shape.
For the most part the Dragonets looked on, but none of them
were particularly offended by their father's actions. After all,
there was proper warning and rules were to be upheld. If you
break them, you got punished. If anything they were amazed he
hadn't up and devoured her. Their attentions gradually shifted
from the fallen girl to the other humanoids, and back to the
ones they had chosen to interact with.
The remaining humanoids- would they help themselves or help

another?
Opalette Jagmi
25 Feb 2010, 5:21am
Opalette smiled as she saw the Interrupted Melon egg hatch

along side the New Fashioned egg, immediately the Prized Water
Dragon caught her eye and carefully avoiding those in front of
her, trying not to bump into anyone or shove people out of her
way, she tried to make her way towards the hatchling and its
brother.
But of course before she could even take a few steps, she
noticed the girl the.. antlered rabbit girl had fallen and that
there was a piece of meat stuck to one of those sharp antlers.
She sighed and made a face, but nonetheless, plucked the slab
from the jackalope's antlers. They had only met once before,
but the Witch wasn't the kind to forget faces.
From her Mary Poppins cloak, she took out a pretty blue hankie
and handed both the meat and hankie to Nyx. "I recognize you..
from that training thing. You had the Vargul.. Try to be careful,
eh?"
With that awkward moment done, Opalette shuffled away

without waiting for a response. In that moment, she had lost
track of the Prized Water Dragon, but that was fine, there were
several more hatchlings, and it wasn't just that one that was
hungry. The Savvy Water Dragon had said quite a bit, and whilst
this was true, she couldn't help but want to try. After all, what
good would it do for her to sit in the back and watch as others,
bolder than she got the pick of the litter.. or, in this case were
seen as the pick of the litter themselves.
Approaching the Herculean Mountain Dragon, Opalette smiled,

crouching down and dangling her piece of meat in front of him.
He looked very lost, and she said as much. "Feeling confused,
little one?"
Updated by Opalette Jagmi on 25 Feb 2010, 5:46am
Nyx
25 Feb 2010, 5:40am
Oh joy! More babies! Nyx who was now trying to pick up the
slabs of meat she had dropped seated herself up with a
frustrated frown. That broken egg shell, where did it come
from? Surely she would have seen it before or one of those little
dragons played a joke on her. Nope, no, she was just clumsy,
and the exuberant female merely frowned as she tried to tug
the slab of meat that conveniently had itself stuck upon her
antler. "Okay... That's not fair!" Nyx complained, tugging at this
disgusting smell of meat, determined not to make herself look
like a meal in front of them. She already had one creature
wanting to dine on her poor flesh. She refused to have more
look at her at such a way. She would give up once or twice to
watch the baby dragons contently, growing rather happy that
they didn't pay attention to her just because she smelled like
food, but rather disappointed when none seem to exactly notice
her. It was okay,s he figured, she acted like a fool in front of
them a.k.a herself, so what should she so disappointed about.
"Cute, cute, so cute."
Nyx sang, failing to notice Opalette who had neared her. She
was much too interested in the new hatchlings that came from
their eggs. Cute! So cute! She wanted to pet one so much, but
she knew if she were to do so, surely she would have been
punished in some sort of excruciatingly painful way. So she still
continued to admire them from afar, like a love sick teen girl
who saw some random dude from a window and instantly called
him hers. Well, it wasn't something like that, nor close, but she
was still so happy to watch the eggs.
She finally noticed Opalette when she pulled the slab of meat
from her antler. Thrilled, the Jackalope jumped to her feet,
spluttering a serious of excited 'Thank yous' towards the
woman. "OH! I remember you! You had.. That cute... Bird...
Thing..." Oh dear, what were those called again! She couldn't
remember at all. But before she could actually figure this out,
the woman had left to catch the attention of a dragon, leaving
her alone yet again, with a single slab a stabbed meat in her
hands. Would a... Baby dragon want this? Her antlers weren't
dirty.. And it was large.. And heavy.. And it was starting to
make her hands smell like it.
The first two hatchlings that caught her attention were the
Interrupted Melon and New Fashioned hatchlings. They came out
in such dazzling light, she couldn't resist herself from clapping,
as if it were a show she had saw. She never seen anything hatch
like that! She gave that a ten! No! an eleven in fact! So.. How
does she get any of this itty bitty giant lizard babies attention?
She saw some humaniods throw meat, while others dangled the
meat and that caused some hatchlings to take interest. She, in
fact, just smelled like the food and the stabbed price of meat
that she held might not be appealing anymore. "Aww... I don't
think I'm going to be able to play with any babies." She
pouted, staring at the slab of meat before watching the others.
How lucky, the ones that got a baby dragon to pay attention to
them...
How could she..? It wasn't like she could just pounce on one.
Updated by Nyx on 25 Feb 2010, 5:40am
Alice Gray
Polished Villager
25 Feb 2010, 7:04am
Having eaten less then she should and having drank even less
water then she should have over the past days spent traveling
through the plains, Alice had grown use to the constant sick
feeling in her belly. Watching the highly intelligent father dragon
watch his brood (of which was still, for the most part, out of her
view); watching this intelligent hunter that was 8 times her size
sitting there rather quietly but dangerously... That deep aching
sick feeling grew to a point where she was almost ready to
throw up.
She missed home. She missed her Mommy’s kisses and her
Daddy’s laugh and her safe house and her safe imaginary
adventures. Her adventures had always been fun, fighting
dragons, breaking up a mob or saving a phoenix from a dragon
lord was all fine and dandy, so long as the dragon went back to
being her stuffed animal, the mob back to her dolls of the
phoenix returned to being a robin with an injured wing.
Here, in this world, the adventure was real and she couldn’t just
stop when it was time for dinner. It never ended and she didn’t
even have anyone to take care of her. She was almost sure she
would get killed here and the idea was disheartening. Feeling a
little hopeless and scared at the same time (a complex sort of
combination) she watched the crowd part and swell as people
moved about to feed... dragon babies? Yes, that cracking sound,
now that she could see a little, had been the sound of eggs
breaking to reveal small lizard like creatures. Of course they
were dragons and they were his, the black hills, babies. Her
stomach knotted a little as she tried to understand why any of
them were still alive. Wouldn’t the father dragon just kill
everyone now that they were messing with his kids?
No... No it seemed he was only defensive of the eggs, his

hatchlings (that was what Moofius’ dad called her. Hatchling...
She missed Mooflea, too) were allowed to do as they pleased.
Most of the people here seemed to have meat and water
(ohmygoodness! Water?! Here?! In this... She would want to get
some for herself, but that would mean approaching the dragon.
She wasn’t about to bring her own life to an early end
kaythanks.) . As the crowd moved about Alice finally grasped
the diverse amount of human... human... humanoids? Well there
was a lot of people looking things, anyway. Some looked more
human than others, some were really different (was that like a
wolf that had been enlarged and then stretched out? Weird).
Looking around she noticed, with a swell of minute hope; Rene,
that weird tree guy who wasn’t really a guy because he was
both, was here as well.
Remembering her encounter with the man-who-was-both she
felt a wave of hot shame move through her body. She’d met
some form of help early on and had shirked it for a shiny lizard
with wings. Now she was hungry, dehydrated and miserable.
Oh yah, and dead. If she’d gone with Rene, kept up with him,
she would have gotten to civilization and maybe gotten to sleep
in a bed and eat something that wasn’t poptarts!
Satisfied with her own mental punishment Alice decided that

survival was more important than pride and started towards
Rene, some form of hope of maybe straightening her life out.
The little girls attention constantly rose to the father dragon,
each time she did her heart sped up and she could feel the
colour drain from her face. If she survived today... What would
she do? ... Probably die of thirst. Alice needed some form of
stability in her life and she was far from finding it here.
With the crowd moving and swelling as it was Alice was having a
“fun” (“fun” here meaning “a very infuriating”) time trying to
get to Rene. Somehow, as weird as it may sound, the tree guy
was managing to get lost in the crowd for pockets of time. Alice
sighed, scooting further to the back of the group of people. She
felt no desire to approach fire breathing, child devouring
lizards, alright? Maybe she would just hang back here... You
know, wait for everyone to do... whatever they were doing
and... Yah, she could find Rene then. He seemed to be trying to
catch the attention of the creatures that would use him for a
side salad. Maybe he was safe, being a tree and all. What
carnivore wanted to eat a tree, right?
Alice wished she’d been a tree. Or some plant, then no dragon

would want to eat her. She turned her attention (for little more
than a split second) to look back at the charred trail. Hmm, no,
maybe being a plant wasn’t safe after all. Again she shivered
and opted to cross her arms and shrug her shoulders in a lame,
very human, attempt to look small and to protect her neck.
Because her attention had been directed up at the larger dragon

she did not notice the two smaller dragons making their slow,
predatory way towards her and the sense of terror (Okay well,
intense fear. Terror involved running away and getting eaten.
She had enough sense to not be completely terrified). When she
shrugged her shoulders and tried to make herself smaller her
line of vision dropped. Not by much as her primary concern was
the large black, thickly muscled and armoured hill that was
designed for killing in front of her, her attention did drop and
enough that she noticed two small forms prowling towards her.
For a moment she felt an intense urge to turn her head away
from them and the dark black shape of death and look out at
the sea of grass.
Maybe if I ignore them, they’ll go away. Alice knew this was a
pathetic hope and instead turned her head towards the two
approaching forms. They were small, and fairly thin; one a
snake with legs and the other like a mini version of its dad
(well, maybe. They both seemed semi-twiggy compared to their
dad so it was hard to tell these things). Both looked pleased,
sadistic and hungry. Both were looking at her.
“Ah...!” She gasped, uncrossing her arms in a hurry and taking
a step back. Another step was made by sliding her feet along
the charred ground; her eyes wide. What was she suppose to
do? She was going to get eaten by these LITTLE dragons! Not
even a dignified kill by the dad, but to be taken apart by
hatchlings! For a moment the fear grabbed and tried to
desperately fling her away; to run and run and run from this
place and never look back. Her small muscles quivered in
anticipation for her get away.
Then her old adventure mentality upset her perfect flight logic
and opted for fight.
Who are you? You aren’t you, Lice. You gotta’ snap out of it!
Stop being scared! Lookit them, they don’t even COMPARE to
lord Kinth and you stood up to him! The voice was firm, if a
little angry. It was herself. Another version of her, the one that
had replaced her old self upon her arrival here spoke to her in a
soft, shaking voice.
It’s only logical! You’re just a little girl! And you won’t grow up
to be a grown up if you get EATEN!
The angry voice, the old Alice, scoffed, You know what you have
to do. You’re here for a reason and it’s not to turn around and
run away.
This was a short conversation, a few moments in her mind really

and her eyes were always on the grinning sadistic jerks in front
of her. Her hands went to her hips (which were mostly non-
existent as puberty was being slow, at least for her) and her
muscles tightened; Alice wondered if she would be able to un-
stance herself. She was still terrified, but she was trying to not
be.
“I... I see you.” Alice managed a mix of her firm voice from
Evelon and this alien terrified voice she found trying to run her
life here. She’d rather sound confident and tough but this was
as good as it was going to get, at least for now, “Y-you can’t
sneak up on me. And you can’t eat me got i-?!?!” As much as
she just “loved” trying to stand up for herself something really
bad had just happened. Really, really bad.
Alice remembered that the group had been told not to go near
the eggs, which was fine as she wasn’t planning on going
anywhere near any of these lizards (though they seemed drawn
to her and, for the life of her, she didn’t know why. I mean
there was food everywhere, why did they want to fight her,
huh?). It seemed somebody had been foolish enough to decide
that nothing bad would happen when you disobeyed a dragon.
The black hill was about to correct this thought.
A massive black blur moved and what felt like a wave of heat
and anger seemed to wash over her physically, but maybe that
was just her imagination. Either way the daddy dragon was way
mad and... Had just killed somebody?
Fear, then terror crashed against her mind, sending her back
physically one step, then two so he was right against the still
living, standing grass surrounding this open space. Her hands
had let go of her hips and had gone back to her chest, hands
pressed flat against her chest, just below her collar bone. A
dark ‘o’ of shock made up her mouth and only her heart (which
was currently lodged in her throat) kept her from screaming.
She really could die here.
This potential reality hit her again with another, smaller mental
wave. For a moment or two she couldn’t really hear anything,
the whole bonding ceremony was muffled to her, like she had
cottons crammed in her ears (and her skull, her mind buzzing
senselessly in this new found terror).
Without turning her head her attention returned to the two
hatchlings whose attention was also returning to her. Where she
was terrified the two hatchlings seemed to feel little difference
in this recent, violent event. Grrrreeat...
Alice shut her mouth and swallowed. She wondered if they could
hear the nervous click of her throat as she did.
“I... I won’t let you e-eat me. N-not wi-without a fi-fight. I’m
stronger then that!” She didn’t shout, but Alice’s voice rose
enough to be of some notice.
She was still scared, but she wasn’t going to let it rule her, at
least not completely.
Somewhere in the back of her mind where all her pessimistic
thoughts derived Alice wondered if Xai’re would be able to guide
her soul to the Vaults from another planet...
Renaud le Gant
Glittery Villager
25 Feb 2010, 7:43am
The plant man watched with open amazement and more of the
eggs started to hatch, smiling without shame as the little ones
came to life. He turned as he heard the cracks and crunches,
the slick sounds coming from each of the eggs. His eyes got
wide as the largest erupted from his egg and started to lumber
about before someone paid it some attention. He tossed an
extra piece of meat over towards Opalette, the big hulk looking
like he would eat more than the steak that she was waving in
front of him. Rene watched as the dragonets started to drift
towards people, snatching meat from their hands. That was
when he noticed Alice wandering, seeming to be trying to follow
someone... Him perhaps?
His attention went to the big father as he laid down the law
upon someone that had skirted too close to the eggs. An unwise
move, and if Rene had not seen Alice first he might have gone
over to help the woman. The girl looked tired, worn out, dry and
hungry, and as much as he wanted to continue playing with the
babies, he knew that he needed to help her. Someone walked by
with a few bowls of water and he took one, moving closer to
Alice before he noticed that there were two Dragonets closing in
on her and she was starting to panic a little.
"Calm down, they can probably smell the fear." Rene said
gently, getting her attention as he set the little bowl of water in
her hand with a kind smile. He turned his attention to the
siblings that had come to stalk the girl, handing the girl in
question a piece of meat before throwing one himself. Maybe
they would eat and run, or stick around. "Give them something
else to eat and just remember that they are babies... very
hungry... very big babies." Renaud said with a sweet smile,
keeping close enough so that if the girl wanted to move behind
him, she could.
Alugard Tiadonna
Opaque Villager
25 Feb 2010, 3:50pm
Alugard's ears perked up as he heard a familiar voice.

'Olapette," he concluded mentally. Stalking over to her, he leapt
and tackled her, hugging her tightly. "Omigosh Oplaette!!! hi!!
How have you been?!" he squealed, squeezing her tightly. He
had completely forgotten all about the bonding, until he'd
noticed the hatchlings approaching the group, of course.
He'd turned to face the Savvy water dragon, nodding in
agreement to her wise statement. He offered her both of the
large slabs of meat he'd grabbed earlier, kneeling as he did so
in a somewhat humble manner.
Émer
Polished Aide
25 Feb 2010, 4:37pm
This was just great. More and more dragons were hatching, yet
none of them were around her. Emer could be patient, but she
was still feeling that yearning to have someone special with her.
After a few moments, she stood up from her crouch by the little
green egg and looked around at the hatchlings now roving the
area. It wasn't long, however, before some violence erupted.
Jumping, eyes widening as she immediately smelled the blood,
Emer's nose wrinkled and she lifted her face to the breeze.
Damn. That smelled delicious, but she had other things to worry
about. With her heap of meat tucked in various places around
her body where it wouldn't all fit in her hands, she started to
walk out into the fray. Keeping close to that cute little green
egg, however, Emer spotted the large mountain dragonet; there
was already someone there. Oh, well. Oh, look! It was Opalette!
Smiling and kneeling down beside her, holding out a hand with a
small piece of meat besides the witch's, she murmured, "You're
so magnificent."
Then she turned her head with a smile that flashed those sharp
canines of hers, and murmured, "Hey, there. We meet again, it
seems." Then her attention moved back to the dragonet; hoping
not to overwhelm him, she sat back with a pile of meat in her
lap for him to just take as he liked, a friendly expression
continuing to be on her face. "So, little one, how do you like
being out of your shell with your siblings?" With a skilled eye,
she focused her imediate attention on the young Herculean
Mountain Dragon, but kept her peripheral vision open to
anything else exciting. Still, she really liked this clumsy little
man.
As she searched for more possibilities, she caught the sight of

the Savvy Water Dragon, the The Versatile Forest Dragon,
The Recalcitrant Water Dragon and the Prized Water
Dragon. In truth, Emer didn't want a big, magnificent Plains or
Mountain. What she did long for was an elegant water dragon
that could go frolick in the ocean or the lakes with her, or even
the forest ones with their long, snaking, beautiful bodies. That
is, if she was lucky to get one at all. The only reason she was
here with the Herculean Mountain Dragon was to stand next to
Opalette.
Updated by Émer on 1 Mar 2010, 3:54pm
Zeph
Opaque Villager
25 Feb 2010, 8:44pm
"Please, it would save me a trip." Zeph replied, watching as

Tobias strode purposely off to gather some supplies. The bone
man's fingers loosed around his scythe as the baby dragons
started moving closer; their father would not be pleased if he
seemed a threat. Accepting the meat the old solider handed him
with a nod, Zeph slid off his rock and meandered around until
he found and open space, settling down with a sigh.
Raw meat piled in front of him, the Soul Collector skimmed the
crowd as more eggs hatched, not seeing anything of interest.
But the words of the Savvy Water Dragon rang in his mind,
reminding the bone man that the dragons chose their bonded,
not the other way around.
Adjusting his cloak around his skeletal body, Zeph simply

watched and waited. Perhaps a hatchling would wander over,
attracted by the scent of fresh meat. Or maybe he would just be
ignored. Whatever the case, Zeph folded his bony hands in his
lap and kept his gaze sharp.
Kira
25 Feb 2010, 9:10pm
Kira instinctively reached out and grabbed Ky's hand, giving it a

gentle squeeze to show her excitement as the little dragon took
the meat she had placed. "Kythen look!" she said. "They're
amazing aren't they?" He voice was filled with excitement and
she was shaking, wanting to just hug the small creatures.
But then they switched direction and she noticed Alice. Quickly
releasing Kythen's hand, she stepped over, seeing Renaud do
the same. Smiling, she placed a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Relax," she told her. "No one here is going to let anyone hurt
you. And so long as you don't do anything stupid and disobey
them, the big dragon won't either." Her eyes flicked to the girl
who had been flung, darkening slightly. It was a pity, but the
girl HAD been warned. Turning back to Alice she smiled again,
casting a glance to the side to see the hatchlings. "Would you
like to come stand over with me and Kythen? We can keep you
safe if you want."
Nero
Opaque Overseer
25 Feb 2010, 9:11pm
The three hatchlings seemed in no particular rush to find their

bonds, and that was as it should be. Nero flexed his wing as the
crowd pressed to and fro as the candidates attempted to
interact with each individual dragonet, his sharp blue-silver
eyes harsh upon the entire scene. The female Saucy Plains
made her intentions clear by herding up two of her unsuspecting
admirers, while the Recalcitrant Water finally allowed a few
potentials to approach. The Forest was in even less of a hurry
than his siblings, and merely stared out over the crowd. The
actions of these three was hardly enough, however, to distract
from the Very Wyrd Egg’s hatching, even as it spilled an
unusually large female Water out onto the sands. The Savvy
Water wasted no time in telling the candidates what she thought
of their uncouth expectations.
With a small smile, Nero regarded the newly-hatched Water with

approval. It amazed him just how many people misunderstood
the bond-system. One did not own the creatures that they
bonded to, and it was rare that the candidate was the one to
initiate the bond in the first place. It was always the shiny that
picked which humanoid they would eventually bond to, and it
should always be considered an honor when one was chosen.
They were not, after all, forced to choose a human at all, and
were not required in any way to share their companionship or
skills with a human partner. They did not even have to suffer a
humanoid’s presence at their birth/hatching, and dragons least
of all. But mortals do not care. They think of a dragon as only
another common cat or dog to add to their menagerie, and then
make a big fuss over some ungrateful chit being eaten or
disfigured by her ‘loyal’ pet.
Another Plains dragonet split from the Interrupted Melon Egg,

and a Water emerged from the New Fashioned egg; Nero
watched dispassionately as the two younglings toddled off
together to gobble up the first offerings of food. He was too far
away to note their newfound predatory interest in Alice, but it
was a simple matter to gauge the sudden intensity in the air. He
would have to keep an eye on those two hatchlings, but so far it
didn’t appear as though any particular hatchling was an outright
troublemaker. Even the large and newborn Mountain hatchling
was more cute clumsiness than malevolence, and he was the
most intimidating appearance-wise. The Fallen scanned the
crowd reservedly, even as the wind made merry with his hair.
More hatchlings, more people. It all seemed to be going rather

well, all things considered - Nero had heard of a few dragon
bondings in the past that had been anything but peaceful.
Though the circumstances of this one was certainly unique, he
found that the general principle behind the bonding was the
same - and since no one had been mauled by a hatchling yet,
the Fallen was at least moderately certain that this bonding was
progressing as well as could be expected. But then, as if
summoned by his complacence, trouble was summoned up from
the very depths of darkness. A flash of movement and anger by
the eggs was all he had to warn him of the catastrophe, as the
winged form of Jessari was flung away from the clutch by the
righteously irate Mikal. “Damn,” the Fallen cursed, and had
sprung into the sky before even his mental companion could
voice a sarcastic rebuttal.
It was one thing for a candidate to be struck down by their own

foolishness, and indeed there was no pity in Nero’s heart as he
caught Jessari in his arms just before her battered body would
have hit the ground - but he could not have a hopeful die right
in front of him, especially not with the threat of Liandra’s
blackmail hanging over his head. Cradling Jessari gingerly to his
chest, all too aware of the scent of blood in the air, Nero slowly
lowered them back to the cleared space near the back of the
crowd. He nodded to Kisten, who had run over, even as he
carefully motioned to place the injured mortal upon the ground,
paying special care for her injured wings. Don’t want her to end
up like you, huh? I think the one-winged look is quite dashing,
actually.
“Stupid girl,” he muttered, his seductive voice harsh with

disproval. “Weren’t you paying attention?” You ruined the
peace-streak. With a heated but not entirely hateful glare, the
Fallen raised his deformed arm so that his claws hovered just
above Jessari’s skin. Assuming that she had not fought his hold,
it would be a relatively easy matter to assess her injuries from
her prone position on the ground. If she could heal herself
(which was not an unheard-of ability in the Weyrd) his
attentions would not be needed, but if she couldn’t, she would
need more of his aid than she might like. It would be her
choice, of course. Whether or not she was currently screaming
in pain was irrelevant - Nero presented her options with an icy
degree of calm.
“I do not condone such foolishness, but I can heal you, if

you require it. It will not be pleasant, but unless you are
capable of sealing your own wounds, I don’t fancy your
chances otherwise.” You’re just all kinds of dashing, aren’t
you? Rude bastard. Nero ignored this voice, staring down into
Jessari’s face. Since you don’t really care about the wench, why
don’t you just drop her off with foxy-man over there while we
go play with the ickle hatchlings? Ignoring.
Updated by Nero on 25 Feb 2010, 10:01pm
Jessari
25 Feb 2010, 10:46pm
The S'kytri turned at the sound of eggs cracking open, eyes

searching for the new hatchlings. What she saw instead was an
impossibly large forepaw flashing towards her. There was no
time to react. Jessari heard, with startling clarity, the crunch of
her wing and ribs, the odd pop as her shoulder jolted loose from
its socket. Then pain enveloped her like a heavy quilt set
aflame, muffling all other sensation.
As she tumbled through the air, a pitiful cry came unbidden

from her throat. Bands of pain constricted her chest, cutting the
sound off abruptly. Arms folded around her, halting her fall.
Although their touch was gentle, the shattered bones in her
wing and chest protested. She gasped, flinching as the fingers
of her good hand twisted in the fabric of her savior's shirt.
The gasp was followed by a fluid-filled cough, and it was then

that Jessari knew she was going to die. She had been a healer
for years; it was a simple matter, even in her dazed state, to
connect the dots. By the pain, and the fluid slowly trickling into
her lungs, she knew that one of the bone fragments from her
broken ribs had punctured the wall of her lungs. She would
slowly drown in her own blood.
Unless... But no, even in this state, she was reluctant to put her
own healing powers into play. That would bring a pain far worse
than the mere physical, something she'd avoid even at the cost
of her own life.
For a moment, she faded, the pain fading into darkness, but a
voice pulled her back. The words were indistinct, but the tone
was insistent, and she found herself unable to stop the rise back
to full consciousness.
Icy-blue eyes, dulled by pain, fluttered open, slowly focused on

Nero's face. Her mind struggled to decode his words. He offered
healing? Even as she gasped for breath, fighting to remain
aware despite the all-consuming pain, she wondered if she truly
wanted to be saved. Maiden knew she deserved death, and
more. It would be easier to simply fade out of existence, escape
all the suffering and guilt at last.
Something rose up inside of her, a will to survive that went

deeper than thought and desire. Jessari opened her mouth to
accept his offer, but all that came out was another cough that
left her lips flecked with blood. With an effort, she managed to
nod her head once, her eyes locked onto his. Her life was in his
hands, and she desperately hoped he knew what to do with it.
Updated by Jessari on 25 Feb 2010, 10:48pm
Kallisto
25 Feb 2010, 11:28pm
Kallisto smiled gently at hatchlings, finding their antics

amusing. They were so much like the cubs back home, all teeth
and desire. It seemed one of them had quiet clearly noticed
Thomas. She flicked her tail in amusement. She wondered at
how the human would react. The tigress continued sitting as she
was, finding her cross-legged position comfortable. Even more
eggs hatched, one revealing a rather chatty water dragon. The
last of the rounds dragons that hatched was a fairly large
mountain dragon.
Kallisto's emerald eyes sparkled, finding the hatchlings

endearing. Still she did not move. She sat, meat placed a little
bit in front of her. Dragons could not be ordered like some pet.
People seemed to think their cajoaling had something to do with
why the dragons approached them. No. Dragons would move
when they wanted to move. It was always their choice. So,
Kallisto could wait for a dragon to approach her. The female
rumbled low in her throat, a deep sound of amusement.
Oleksandra
Opaque Villager
25 Feb 2010, 11:38pm
The waterbender observed the first three hatchlings with a

strong curiosity while she sat in the grass, particularly the
Plains who was feasting diligently. Oleks found the baby
Dragons varying personalities rather amusing and even giggled
once at the Plains’ upfront manner. Then the loud popping sound
of the fourth to hatch’s cracking egg drew her attention back to
the clutch. Her head cocked slightly as the Very Wyrd Egg split
in two and the Savvy Water Dragon moved away from her yet-
to-hatch siblings. It was the first time Oleks had ever seen
anything come into the world, and she was both fascinated by
the hatchling’s arrival and frightened by the creature’s innate
knowledge. How could a new born just know that kind of thing?
But the treasure hunter took the words of the Dragonet to
heart. These were, after all, creatures known to be wise and
powerful, so it should be no surprise that even the youth were
in control.
Then Oleksandra’s attention drifted over to the Chill Plains

Dragon and Prized Water Dragon whom had made quite an
entrance, and observed their meandering for a fleeting moment.
She was, however, quickly distracted by the Pachyderm Puzzle
Egg falling to pieces. The Herculean Mountain Dragon that
sat inside had to be the most adorable thing she’d seen since
she arrived. His goofy paws, his clumsy walk into the crowd, his
confusion—it was all just so cute!
She stood then, planning to join the humanoids that had already
approached the little-big guy, but was distracted by the father
Dragon’s lashing. Shock instantly plastered her face. There were
rules? Craaaaap. Oleks, having arrived late, had missed Kisten’s
opening speech, and apparently these rules were an essential
part of this gathering. (Someone did just get maimed for
disobeying them.)
She quietly watched as another flying humanoid swooped in and

caught the woman, taking her to the back of the crowd. When
they were out of sight, the waterbender glanced at the ebony
dragon, then to the Mountain hatchling that she wanted to
meet. Would she be maimed too if she tried to help the blue,
winged woman? Probably. The father Dragon looked everything
but kind. There was already help by her side anyway, and it
wasn’t like Oleks could do much other than bend water to clean
the wounds (there were waterbenders with healing powers, but
she never showed any sign of it). Leaving the injured alone and
introducing herself to the hatchling seemed the better plan.
Even so, something compelled Oleksandra to stuff the meat in

her hand into her rucksack, and join Nero and Kisten at
Jessari’s side. Urge won over commonsense, and after Oleks
wrapped the raw meat in a handkerchief and tucked it way, she
carefully moved through the crowd so as not to spill any of the
water in the bowl she collected earlier. Stopping a couple feet
away from the trio, she got her first good look at Jessari. The
incredible claw marks that ran the length of her torso looked
much worse up-close, and the poor women was coughing blood.
Oleks bit her lip and asked Nero tentatively, “Vill she be
okay?”
Updated by Oleksandra on 25 Feb 2010, 11:42pm
Bayley
Opaque Villager
25 Feb 2010, 11:46pm
Bayley stood in shock as she watched Jessari fall to the ground,

hit by Mikal. Frozen in the spot, she barely noticed the people
grabbing the meat from table. After quietly recovering from the
shock (meaning, she faded into the back of the group and
breathed into a paper bag for a good two minutes), she stepped
back up over into the action.
It was then that she noticed the Herculean Mountain Dragon.

It was huge and bumbly, and with that she got excited. It was
so... adorable!
Rushing over, she greeted the others that had approached him
quickly before offering up her last half of a breakfast burrito.
"'Ey, there, little fella. You probably want some more food after
you take their meat, huh? Something even more tasty than that
meat-- spicy meat, mmhmm. Yummy, spicy meat. And those oh-
so important veggies!" she said perkily, peeling away the
wrappings and presenting the offering in an out-stretched hand.
Mercy
Opaque Villager
26 Feb 2010, 12:28am
Mercy watched, expressionless, as Jessari was thrown to the

side by the powerful noble dragon. Mikal’s power did not
surprise her; nor, she realized suddenly, did it scare her. The
dragon was powerful and fierce, but Jessari had not obeyed the
great creature. If you knew how to act, Mercy figured, then the
dragon’s wrath would not be unleashed on you.
Not on me.
Mercy considered herself smarter than that, though the truth
could not be determined from someone in such a biased
position.
Her eyes stayed, unblinking, on the drama the huge dragon had
caused, though she stayed unmoving. Now someone was trying
to heal Jessari.
This is not my problem.
She glanced up at the dragon once more, then stood and,
reluctantly, grabbed a piece of meat. It really was quite gross,
and Mercy decided that next time she’d come prepared to a
bonding- with plastic gloves, or a bag, or something. Now that
more dragons had hatched, Mercy decided that she’d better get
a move on. The water dragon’s announcement had jolted her
into action, she supposed. Though most dragons that had
hatched so far were already preoccupied with other people,
there were still plenty more eggs that had yet to hatch. And,
the eggs she wanted might not be quite what she expected.
Narrowing her eyes, she stepped closer to the eggs, holding the
dragon food out in front of her.
With the eggs rocking and people beginning to bond with the
hatchlings, Mercy began to get more excited about the bonding.
After the… unfortunate mishap… that had given her a few stray
dragon genes, she realized that this time she felt closer to the
creatures than she had the last time she had seen one. It was
warm here; the noble dragon, especially, warmed the air slightly
so the cool breezes that had annoyed her on her way here were
no longer a problem. Her eyes sparkled with a little more than
just normal sunlight, and her red hair seemed to glow brighter.
Careful, she warned herself. Don’t get too comfortable here.
Who knows what’s going to happen?
Noah
Opaque Villager
26 Feb 2010, 12:48am
It seemed so sudden when more of the eggs began to hatch, the

tiny dragons crawling from their shells and facing the world for
the very first time. Noah could hardly contain himself, eyes
beaming, smile dazzling. Eagerly he decided to leave his post
from watching the stirring eggs and obtain a piece of meat,
hurrying around the taller folk to get to the man who was
handing them out. Taking a hefty two slices and thanking
Renaud, Noah scurried back to where the people had gathered,
examining each of the hatchlings carefully a moment. “Aww,
they’re all so gosh darn cute! I dunno who to feed…” He
murmured to himself with a chuckle, before deciding to offer his
meat to whoever was interested! Bending down on his knee and
stretching out a flat hand, he kept the other slab held in his
opposite hand, tucked away at his side carefully to avoid any
nipping.
Ahora
Opaque Villager
26 Feb 2010, 2:05am
Ahora grinned to herself as she saw the little forest ignoring the
offerings, perhaps she had made the right choice in simply
watching the hatchlings. After all plenty of them were hatching
and as more got out it seemed the there would be one for
everyone. THat is, if they all chose a bonded. Which could very
likely not happen just as it could. After all, if what she had read
on these little dragon bondings, they were particular creatures
and didn't have a totally solid way of picking somebody. So
perhaps one of them just didn't fit their criteria. Ore nibbled her
lip at this realization. What if she wasn't what they wanted? She
reeeally wanted a baby dragon, not just to show off (which was
pretty big, I mean come on, its a dragon!) but they looked all
so... Awesome. PLus they were intelligent and didn't go on
about stupid stories like the boy who swalled his tongue or
something. Now she loved what bondeds she had now, but
someone to talk to all the time would be nice. Plus they were
just adorable! I mean look at them all!
Ore sighed as she watched new eggs hatch. There went another
few of her favorites but still she didn't feel that the dragon for
her had hatched yet. That is, until she saw that Savvy little
Water Dragon waltz out. Yes. Oh my goodness. That was just
precious! Yet she seemed to be totally vain (something not
exactly new to Ahora) but that was fine. Sure it could get
annoying, but... Well actually. Now that she thought about it,
maybe going up to it wasn't a good idea. Ore had enough
annoying things in her life, one more might kill her. Shaking her
head to herself, the reptilian humanoid simply remained where
she was, sitting and admiring the Savy water dragon and the
versatile forest dragon from her spot of grass with a slab of
meat in her lap.
Ari
Polished Villager
26 Feb 2010, 2:52am
Ari had been desperately trying to watch all the eggs at once
and keep track of the baby dragons that had already hatched at
the same time. It didn’t work. One moment, she was watching a
group of eggs bouncing around, the next moment there was a
big baby water dragon snatching tidbits from her pocket.
With great effort, the were-girl managed not to jump or yelp.

Her eyes got pretty big though. Several thoughts thundered
through her brain at once. Finally, one gained control and she
acted on it. The fox-man the dragon had been wearing as a hat
had said to feed the hatchlings. This hatchling was hungry and
had come to her. Therefore, she should stop gawping and feed
it.
She started bowing apologetically for keeping the hatchling

waiting and digging meat out of her pockets at the same time.
She offered the chunks carefully to the Savvy water dragon.
Hopefully she was going carefully enough to keep all her fingers
intact and yet still fast enough to satisfy the hatchling.
She was so engrossed with offering the meat to the Savvy

water dragon that she failed to notice all the little dramas and
near death experiences going on around her. All that mattered
was that the only dragon in her vicinity wanted her to feed it.
The others were too far away to be of any immediate concern to
Ari. Now, if another baby dragon came over to her, then she’d
have to deal with it. However, it was Ari’s philosophy to deal
with the trouble in front of her first and worry about the rest
later.
Feeling she should say something, having stayed mostly silent

this whole time, the were-girl stammered out a rather ridiculous
phrase.
”Um... Happy birthday young dragon. Ari has no cake, but
you probably like this meat better anyway.”
Yeah... really clever that.
Aidan
Opaque Villager
26 Feb 2010, 5:35am
Aidan watched with a seemingly vague sort of interest. The

Plains Dragon caught his interest first, she looked most similar
to the dragons that Aidan knew about. He liked the way she
carried herself, liked her attitude, but wondered if she was the
right dragon for him. The choice wasn’t his, he knew that plainly
(hah, no pun intended), but he could still observe, wander
around. He felt that the dragonets would be able to pick better
than he could at this point, but he would still know somewhat,
wouldn’t he? Deciding to dismiss the half finished thought,
Aidan continued to watch the dragonets with a growing sort of
excitement. The Plains Dragon’s two older siblings did not seem
as interested as she was with grabbing a meal from an excited
candidate. They were more careful, quiet, and Aidan did not feel
the need to grab a piece of meat and skate on over to add to
their group of fans.
Without much warning at all, as if the three that had already

hatched hadn’t caused enough excitement, a fourth shell gave
way to reveal another water dragon, the second of the clutch
and the first female of her rank. Her quick words caught the
boy’s attention but did not coerce him into immediate action. So
he shouldn’t pay attention to the eggshells. For some reason he
knew that, the eggs were just eggs after all, but the information
had been buried in his preconscious and had just now been
pulled up into the open conscious by this girl’s words. He didn't
really think of it until it was thrown at him into his face. He’d
take things at his pace though, thank-you-very-much. No need
to rush into things. And look! She already had loads of fans. His
small, little presence wouldn’t be that big of a deal now would
it? Not that she would want it. Something told the young adult
that his personality would just rub the newly hatched dragonet
the wrong way.
And speaking of newly hatched, two more dragonets hatched,

perfectly coordinated, revealing a third water dragon and a
second plains dragon. Aidan didn’t know the exact ranks and
names and types and what not, but he did see the similarities
between the dragons with similar body shapes. The two went
straight for two chunks of meat, then overlooked the donors and
went directly at a little girl. From the looks of it, the child
hadn’t even hit puberty yet. A couple of people had gone to
support the girl, but that didn’t stop the advancing dragons.
Taking a few slabs of meat, as many as he could grasp with both
of his hands without them sliding out of his grip and onto the
floor, the boy skated as quickly as he could over to, stopping
just in front of the three humanoids and the two advancing
dragons, Alice, Renaud, and Kira dropping the two pieces of
meat in front of the Chill Plains Dragon and the Prized Water
Dragon to do what they pleased with it.
“Here, eat this. It’ll probably taste better than the kid.” he
said casually, making sure to keep his distance from the already
sharp fangs and talons of the dragonets. “If you want water,
I’ll get that for you too. I just didn’t have enough hands.”
He still had a couple pieces of meat left, but if the pair wanted
seconds or thirds he’d happily oblige. Didn’t need a girl getting
eaten in this exciting little event did he now?
Especially as he looked passed the large, and awkwardly cute

Mountain Dragon that had just hatched and saw a woman flying
through the air, caught by a dude with a weird arm. Holy...Papa
dragon was not happy it would seem. And if the big dragon
could do that with a snap of his claws, these little guys could
probably do some damage as well. Seeing that the victim
woman was already being tended to, Aidan decided he could
stick to where he was, trying to appease the Plains and Water
dragonets as much as he could. If their sharp smiles meant
anything, he knew those kinds of smiles, he had one himself, he
would have to very well work his ass off for them, keeping them
entertained and happy. Oh well, he’d have to find out. He didn’t
know everything.
Updated by Aidan on 26 Feb 2010, 5:42am
Tobias Creed
26 Feb 2010, 6:04am
“No trouble,” Tobias murmured to Zeph. With his neck inclined

towards the soul collector, he didn’t notice the Saucy Plains
Dragon bolting towards him until it was far too late to react.
Ohgodohgodohgod. Not even the muscles of his face had time to
clench—but you can bet his mind was whirring along,
excitement comingling with fear, creating an emotional smoothie
that made him feel like vomiting. With a wrenching, sinew-
tearing sort of noise, she had deprived him of his piece of meat
and gobbled it.
All fingers present and accounted for? He was hesitant to look,

but nothing was spurting blood, so he assumed he had passed
the preliminary inspection. “Did you see that, Zep—” Sudden
pressure at the back of his legs almost sprawled him onto his
stomach. The tiny dragon was herding him. Well, he had wanted
initiative, and this was it. A warm, privileged sensation, similar
to the one he had experienced when promoted in rank, made
him grin as he stumbled along. He waved back to his bone-man
friend, and yielded to the pushing. One consequence was that
more water from the bowl he carried splashed out, but the
dragon didn't seem too thirsty, yet. “General Tobias Creed, at
your service.”
Soon thereafter he stood next to another man. Thomas was

familiar to him—they’d participated in the Scavenger Hunt
together, and as a fellow soldier, Tobias was obligated to respect
him. While he prepared a re-acquaintance greeting, a female
voice resounded in his head. Why are you here?
Mindspeak was new to the senior. He’d take it in stride, but his
eyes widened and he looked down at the Saucy Plains Dragon
with incredulity. He’d never met a human child who had just
popped out of the womb and asked a philosophical question,
much less without moving his or her mouth. “Ya’ll are just full
of surprises, aren’t you.” A hand found his forehead and
kneaded the lines there. He didn’t have a prepared response.
"Truth be told, I ask myself why I’m here every day. I was
watchin’ Dr. House on the tube, beer in hand, must have
dozed off, and I wake up on the beach. Probably for the
best.” He considered his knuckles for a moment. “Dr. House is
a one-trick pony tv show, anyhow. Maybe I’m here
because I wasn’t ready to give up bein’ a man of action.”
God knew he wasn’t prepared to do any such thing. Remaining

stationary for days on end, talking to no one but the mailman
and other complaining tenants, his daily life on Earth had been
nothing short of hell. “Shit, you probably meant why I’m
here, with the dragons, didn’t you? Sorry to get all
metaphysical on ya, darlin’.” No, he didn't really know what
metaphysical meant. Tobias hated to catch himself ranting,
especially in front of witnesses. The last thing he desired was to
encourage the hatchling’s dislike. She had a way about her that
suggested she was a no-nonsense gal, which was perfect; Toby
wasn’t a fan of fickle, flighty women. Or dragons.
“Well, miss, I was camping a ways back in the grasses,

and thought I’d see what all the fuss was about. And, I
suppose I’m here to try and make a friend. Only one I got
so far doesn’t have any skin on ‘im.” He jerked a thumb
back at Zeph. "He's all right, though. Just scared me at
first, is all."
Gingerly, Tobias set down the bowl of water, which was about
half-full after this whole ordeal. It was more for him than the
dragon, though she could drink if she'd like to--poor Toby's
pants had caught the brunt of the splashing.
Jessari's misfortune was hardly able to be ignored. The deftness

with which the father dragon plucked her from the ground and
tossed her like a doll was horrifying. Several people, at least
two or three, rushed to her aid, and Tobias watched. "Holy
hell. I'd hate to see what he's like when you start dating,"
he muttered at the small female, humor being the refuge for his
fear. Overly protective fathers ranked right up there with shark
attacks in terms of danger levels, and that was for humans.
Having close to no medical knowledge, he deemed himself
useless, and didn't run over to help. Too many cooks would spoil
the broth, and all that.
Also, he was really desensitized. The dragon was novel and

violent, and thus, a harbinger of terror. Wounds and death,
though, were no strangers to Tobias. Jessari's condition did not
elicit sympathy, but a detached acknowledgment.
Updated by Tobias Creed on 27 Feb 2010, 12:28am
Kallile
26 Feb 2010, 10:15pm
As Renaud left her side, Kallile opted to stay put--seeing several

others flocking to the girl to try and stave off the hatchlings.
She wasn't all that heartbroken that her friends chose to help
another...but call her crazy; she wasn't usually the overly
helpful type. no one in her life had done much to help her, so
why return the favor?
The winged woman who drew the scorn of the Noble also was
left to her own devices. Hey, if people couldn't pay attention to
keep their own skins safe that wasn't her problem. So, much
like the Versatile Forest Dragon, she sat and watched the
goings-on around her.
After a few long moments she turned her head to more directly
look at the hatchling in question, though she didn't go so far as
to hold eye contact. She snorted at the words of the Savvy
Water Dragon, especially after the actions that followed.
"Hypocrite." Not that the young dragon truly was...but the
words would be much better suited for the Forest she watched
out of the corner of her eye; not some frilly hatchling who had
big things to say then pranced over to the first person with
food. Her gaze flickered up to the Versatile Forest Dragon and
she grinned.
" You've got the right idea; scope things out then move. I,
personally, don't think any of this feels quite right."
Then again maybe it was the fact that she was all but in the
shadow of a giant Dragon noble who could swallow her whole if
he so chose. Personal opinions aside, she wasn't sure that
anyone should feel so at ease. She took her gaze away from the
Forest hatchling and looked over all the other youngsters
begging food. He had a strong will--first to hatch and still he
hadn't accepted even a nibble. She had to admire that about
him.
Solus
Opaque Villager
27 Feb 2010, 1:54am
Yep. Stupid. Solus watched impassively as the woman was

thrown backwards, looking more like a rag doll than a human
being. But then, she didn’t look very human to begin with. Solus
took a few steps back, and slowly eased himself onto the
ground. He placed the meat on one of his boots as he crossed
his legs Indian style, and tilted his helmeted head, before
resting his elbow on his knee. He let his head slump to the side,
cradled by his palm.
He was still watching the clutch of eggs from a few feet away,
when he noticed the Herculean Mountain Dragon step out of
it’s shell and into the world. While it wasn’t the most ideal
dragon he’d ever met, Solus decided that he might as well put
some of the things he’d grabbed from the table to use; after all,
it was still a baby, and every child deserved to have a good first
introduction to the world
The large creature looked ridiculously out of proportions, with

it’s giant feet and small body. Solus lifted his head and
chuckled. Another humanoid had already run towards it, bubbly,
annoying, and acting like a ridiculous idiot. Solus frowned; why
did females have to act like that? Honestly. Solus rocked
backwards a little, legs still folded in front of him, and pulled
the flask and bowl from the pouches at his belt. He didn’t
look at the dragon as he set them in front of him, and then
reached up to remove his helmet and set it to the side.
He quietly poured some of the water into the bowl, and lifted
the meat from his boot into his hand. He glanced up at the
Herculean dragon, and tilted his head. “Hey there, ad’ika,” he
said kindly. Yes, contrary to popular belief, Solus could actually
be kind. Ad’ika was a word from his native language; it meant
‘little one.’ “You hungry or thirsty? I’ve got all this over here
with me and…well, I certainly don’t want to eat it.” he smiled
lightly, tilting his head to hold out the piece of meat in front of
him, before resting his head once more on his upturned palm.
Zhi
27 Feb 2010, 2:29am
The day had been long. Zhi couldn't remember how long it had
been since he started walking - a heavy sling of tools thrown
over his back. It would be most unwise to make such a long
journey to such a far-off job prospect, only to double back
because you forgot your instruments. But the weight was killing
him. He would have stopped, had it not been for the numerous
Isnitians blazing past him excitedly. They held such purpose as
they veered in a slightly different direction than Zhi was
previously headed.
Zhi paused and took a breather. Looking around, he discovered

that he, too, had wandered off course. He had no idea by how
far, but by the looks of i-
'The hell!?' The seemingly endless expanse of mediocrity was

blemished by a gathering of what looked like human sacrifices
to a much larger, intimidating force of scaly might. Zhi shook
uncontrollably. Was this what he had walked so far for? To be
dinner? Of all the things his former co-worker had sent him to,
this was, by far, the cruelest.
But something about that potential scenario wasn't right. No,
Jose didn't send Zhi here to be eaten. There's no way that this
many people would happily trounce down to this remote area for
such a reason. They almost seemed... festive.
That was, until Zhi caught sight of something horrid. Even from
such a great distance, he could make out one of the forms being
thrown to the ground violently. There was blood, that much he
knew. Without a second thought, Zhi darted towards the hulking
dragon and the various humanoids. His heart pounded, his lungs
felt like they would burst, but he had to try and help the poor-
'Whoah.'
Zhi had a time-stopping realization as he stumbled fruitlessly

through the crowd of hopefuls. 'This is a clutch of.... of
Dragons...!' Unfortunately, this halting of thought did not
coincide with a halting of the body, and he crashed directly into
a table of meat scraps head-first.
The experience was dizzying, if nothing else. But he at last

remembered his original objective. Zhi rose slowly, pieces of
meat catching on his shoulders and folds in his clothes as he
staggered over towards the most unfortunate Jessari - in case
the clumsy mute might be of any assistance. D:
((OOC: O dear, WAAAAY too late! DX Sorry, Kisten. Shoving one

more into the organized chaos.))
Thomas
Opaque Villager
27 Feb 2010, 5:12am
Thomas watched, bemused, as the young Plains dragon stalked,

pounced, and devoured the hunk of meat he had thrown at her.
She certainly seemed like a lively little creature - as she proved
then by suddenly darting off into the crowd only to return a few
moments later, herding Tobias along. Tom respectfully tipped his
hat to the general; he would have saluted, but things were
crowded and confused, and his attention was quickly stolen by
the young dragon.
He, too, was caught slightly off guard by the mindspeak, but he
sought to recover quickly with another tip of the hat, this time
towards the dragon. It was unusually intelligent for being such a
young creature, and Tom had no doubt that she could tear him
apart if she pleased. Respect seemed like a good idea. "Private
Thomas Joyce. I ask myself that a lot, too," he said with a
resigned shrug, addressing this comment partly to Tobias as
well. Apparently the general felt just as out of sorts here as he
did. "One minute I'm in the middle of nowhere with the
rest of my unit, the next I'm here," he continued, gesturing
around in a vaguely accusatory manner. "Here and now,
though...I just saw a bunch of people heading this way
and followed them. Then, when I heard what it was all
about, I decided to stay. Seems everyone here is looking
for a friend." The young man leaned down to set the remainder
of his meat on the ground next to Tobias's bowl of water, then
shoved both of his hands deep into his pockets and considered
the young dragon frankly. "Seems like a fellow can use all
the friends he can get around here."
Yes, Planet was a dangerous place, all right. About two seconds
later, the father dragon casually flicked a strange blue girl with
wings across the field as if he were flicking a bug. Tom wasn't
desensitized like Tobias was; he flinched back with a gasp, blue
eyes going wide at the horrible scene. "Dear God!" The girl
was caught by a rather frightening looking man, and the
dragon's companion immediately rushed over, as did some
others. Tom bounced a little on the balls of his feet, glancing
between the dragon and the girl. He clearly wanted to go over
and help. But he didn't want to offend the dragonet, either.
Besides, he wasn't a doctor, and he knew that by going over he
might just be getting in the way, or even making things worse.
He would stay - but he would keep glancing in that direction,
clearly concerned.
Updated by Thomas on 28 Feb 2010, 12:18am
Damien
27 Feb 2010, 8:31pm
Damien watched as the eggs began to hatch, slightly disgusted

but also exited at the prospect that one the hatchlings might
choose him. He stepped foreward from the crowd, thinking that
perhaps one would approach him, maybe even bond with him,
eying the larger eggs he wondered what kind of dragons would
hatch from them. He saw a few of his fellows had already gotten
the attention of the beasts, and soon enough he drew from his
pack several dead rabbits, tied together by their feet. He was
ready to feed a baby dragon if one should choose him, waiting
nervously, he had seen others being shoved out of the way, and
those dragons had sharp claws, some were already dragging
themselves away bleeding.
((Sorry I lost the link to this site when my firefox decided to

loose all it's bookmarks, sorry))
Updated by Damien on 28 Feb 2010, 11:12am
Estxver
27 Feb 2010, 11:51pm

There must be at least thirty people here, it thought,
possibly forty. Blinking, his feathers just slightly
ruffled by this, the slight and willowy being stepped
into the area full of baby dragons, one overly-large
adult dragon, and various people come for the same
reason as it; to get one of these dragons. Having
only been on this so-called Planet, Estxver was a
very confused being, but of course you would never
see this on its face. No, ever the calm one.
The faint haughtiness was there, the small amounts

of face-twitching that gave the impression of a
shadow of a sneer. Its rather flamboyant purple hair
with blue streaks was in its eyes, also blue while
lacking pupils; cream-colored feathers adorned the
insides of its shoulder blades, tipped in the same
blue as everything else on it was. For lack of having
been able to acquire one, nor needing one, the
androgynous humanoid walked around bare-chested
and was thankfully covered in what appeared to be a
loincloth of purple hair.
The texture resembled its own hair, curly and a good

few inches long, whilst reminding one of the wild
Terran mountain goats of legend. Or, so they were
legend to it, their fierceness being well-revered by
his particular culture. Glancing around at the
reptilian creatures, it decided to grab some meat,
tucked it into the strip of leather from its loincloth
that crossed over its hipbone, and stood near a
cluster of unhatched eggs, though its eyes followed
the Herculean Mountain Dragon and the Chill
Plains Dragon. In typical Estxver fashion, it simply
ignored all those gathered.
Updated by Estxver on 27 Feb 2010, 11:53pm
Evangeline
28 Feb 2010, 12:35am
Some people hung back, nervous expressions and the fact that
they hadn’t the faintest idea how to act around dragons. Other
went up flailing meats around and trying to get as many of the
powerful dragons babes as they could to pay attention to them.
And then there was Evan who just wanted to make as many
friends as possible. Who cared if she bonded? She just wanted
to have more friends by her side to play with and share with. In
her hands lay a bowl of the raw meats and she crouched on the
ground with her wings trailing out behind her, angled so that
they didn’t drag in the dirt, not that they would get dirty
anyhow.
Reaching into the bowl she poked at the raw meats, her nose
burning with the coppery smell of spilled blood. Glancing away
at the Recalcitrant Water Dragon she smiled brightly at him
as he drew himself up most regally and made his way forward.
Settling back with his neck arched he seemed to stare directly
at her for a split second, maybe it was merely her imagination,
and then motioned forward.
It was obvious the way she moved toward this deadly dragonet
that she wasn’t afraid or at all concerned that this was a huge
affair. Her step held a skip and as she approached she stood
straight and then curtsied at him with a little flourishing bow
afterward, “Why hello sir, my name’s Evangeline. Would
you like something to eat?” She questioned as she held out a
meat on the palm of her hand. So focused in this small bit of
movement she didn't even realize the commontion concerning
the flung girl as her back was to the affair.
Ever easily distracted she turned with a lightening quickness to

the voice that caught in her ears accusing. Her eyes finally
found the Savvy Water Dragon who was the source of the tone
and tilted her head, “But I’m not waiting around.” She
stated. Looking down to the bowl of meats she smiled brightly,
maybe the grouchy female just needed some food? “Would you
like something to eat too maybe?” She offered a thick slice
to the female with a tilted head.
Maybe they could both be her friends! They were both so

brilliant, compared to the others she saw this type of dragon
much more regal and elegant than the others. She definitely
liked Waters best.
Updated by Evangeline on 4 Mar 2010, 8:22pm
Theo
Opaque Villager
28 Feb 2010, 3:09am
When watching a large dragon-wolf-slinky coiling its long body

around you, one might typically be a little anxious. Will I be
squished? What about those sharp teeth that can easily sink
into my flesh? Will I be lost forever in this fluffy fur?
None of those questions or anxious feelings ran through Theo.

Instead, he was incredibly grateful for the gesture that
comforted him more than Noah could grasp. His arms tucked
into his chest, fingers and palms open to grab affectionately at
the fur that slowly wrapped around him. For just a couple
moments, he was enveloped in a mixture of the best feelings in
the world. Why he was affected so easily by the aura of those
he came into contact with, he wasn’t sure, but it was never a
bad thing when it came to Noah. The pain inside him halted for
a second, anyone else present disappeared, and all his guilt
faded. It was nearly unfortunate when the warm body of his
friend pulled away, only to transform into the humanoid form of
a young boy. Still, his aura never changed, and Theo was glad
about that.
“Dragons? Is that what he is?” Black gaze shifted over to the

equally black Dragon that hovered over the clutch. To bond—it
was a strong word in itself, something that was still a bit
unfamiliar to Theo. Hopefully Noah was right in his excitement
and his claim that it would be fun. At this point, the Homunculus
needed to be distracted, needed to see something just plain
good in this world. Already, the aching and burning of his
insides had returned, but he tried to ignore it. He wanted to
enjoy this experience with his friend, whatever kind of gathering
this might be.
Theo couldn’t help but wonder why a third party had chosen to
come up and speak to them when there were so many other
people around, but he felt like his question was answered when
Noah responded with enthusiasm and reassurance. The man
seemed uncomfortable and the boy seemed all too comfortable.
Surely Noah’s helpful and friendly aura had reached even a
stranger.
“Even if someone wished to hurt the eggs,” Theo was touched by

his friend’s optimistic response of disregarding even the
possibility of a villain among the humanoids, but he hardly
believed it impossible “I believe he knows that he can stop
them. Perhaps he is concerned for other reasons.” The first
thing that came to mind was how somebody would go about
caring for baby Dragons. The Homunculus quickly decided that
he would be incapable of caring properly for anything that
depended on him, but wondered if the Noble Dragon was simply
being critical of all the gathered people. It seemed like a
daunting task to have a charge, let alone something as
magnificent as these creatures.
A pain shot through Theo’s stomach and his breath hitched in

his throat, but luckily everyone (especially Noah) was too
distracted by the man atop the Dragon’s head to notice. He shut
his eyes for a couple moments, forcing the voices to near
silence in anger. He was bitter—bitter towards this reminder
that he couldn’t even keep himself, this body, intact. Yet he had
the courage (no, the shame) to stand here among candidates
for young, dependent creatures that surely needed something
other than an incomplete soul.
His attempt at glancing at each of the eggs failed. He had only

been able to see a few, and now his attention was stolen by the
Dragon’s humanoid friend. Theo had already planned to keep a
distance between himself and the clutch/Father. After all, it was
only a respectful thing to do unless they were invited closer. But
to actually feed the hatchlings? The Homunculus considered it,
not sure if he should be so selfish as to try and practically lure
a young Dragon closer. What would he do if, for some reason or
another, he was actually chosen to be the caretaker of one? He
doubted this would be the case, as either the intuitive young
ones would be able to sense the decaying of his body or the
Father Dragon would do the same and not allow it.
It was a strangely exhilarating thing to watch Dragon eggs

hatch. Whether Theo would end up attempting to feed one or
not, he was thoroughly appreciating this sight. Life being
unleashed from the confines of a beautiful shell. They were just
beginning their journeys, just seeing these interesting and
unique humanoids and the vastness of the plains (beyond the
seared area) for the first time. Even after just being born, each
one had such a distinct aura to it—Theo could just about feel
them running through his body as he eyed each one.
Noah planned on petting, feeding, and playing with them. He

was eager to do anything he could with the babies. Theo smiled
at him, nodding his head in encouragement. He decided right
then and there that, though young, Noah would be an absolutely
wonderful guardian for one of these hatchlings. The boy’s grasp
on his arm didn’t hurt, but it was tight enough to get Theo
moving behind him. Random bodies brushed past his as he
moved through the maze of humanoids, simply following the
boy’s lead.
For now, Theo observed. Some Dragons were speaking to

humanoids, most were eating meat, others playing around. But
one important fact rang out from the Savvy Water Dragon—one
that had yet to leave Homunculus’ mind. They chose their
humanoids. So no matter if he didn’t attempt to reel in a baby
Dragon with meat and water, one for him might still be among
the clutch. That…scared him a little. To be linked to something,
to be responsible for its well-being. He choked on his breath
again, the souls reminding him of his condition. Would he not be
dead within some time? If a Dragon were to choose him, they
might be one their own pretty soon. And he would only be
responsible for yet another life lost.
It was then that he watched as Jessari moved among the eggs

and a dreadful feeling washed over Theo. He had heard the
Noble Dragon’s warning loud and clear, and the anger that
surged through the Father as he spotted the winged girl
rumbled through the Homunculus’ body. He cringed as the
delicate figure was broken and tossed aside, but there was still
some hope left as Nero managed to catch her. That man—there
was something mysterious and divine about him. He had a
history that Theo probably couldn’t even imagine, and by the
actions he observed right now, the female would probably be
just fine. It was a damn lucky thing that Nero had been
watching over the proceedings. In the meantime, Theo would
attempt to divert his attention. The scent of blood that wafted
over to him was disgusting and he didn’t feel like he would be of
any use, so might as well offer the injured humanoid her
privacy. The Noble could have done worse and everyone knew it.
He watched as Noah scampered off to get some meat, smiling as

the boy kneeled down to offer the food to any Dragon who
wanted or needed it. Theo smiled—Noah would be that
generous, that unselective. The Homunculus did notice that he
didn’t grab any water though and he couldn’t resist wandering
over to Kisten to retrieve a bowl of it. Theo returned shortly to
his friend, squatting down next to him.
“Here. They might want some water after they’re finished with
your meat.” The man smiled, sliding the water pan next to
Noah’s meat-covered hand before standing up and taking a
couple steps back. He would watch, if only just to be in the
presence of this event. That lingering fear that a young Dragon
might somehow choose him was still there, and no matter how
much he told himself that it wouldn’t happen if he did nothing to
provoke it, Theo would never be able to silence his belief in
Fate.
[I am so incredibly sorry for missing the last round. I tried to

thoroughly react to everything in this post so that I would cover
anything I would have if I had made two separate posts. I know
it's not the same though. Thank you for giving me a chance to
stay in this and redeem myself.]
Updated by Theo on 28 Feb 2010, 11:40pm
Donovan Bloom
28 Feb 2010, 3:45am
In the back of the crowd of onlookers, Donovan watched as the

fourth egg hatched and a largish blue dragon emerged. He felt a
slight sense of relief when the creature mentioned that the
dragons would be the ones choosing their bonded, and not the
other way around. It occurred to him that he wasn’t exactly
fond of the idea of the youngsters probing around in his mind, if
that was how it happened, but all the same, part of the uneasy
weight that was troubling him was relieved from his shoulders.
The pressure to bound in and compete with the other Isnitians
wasn’t exactly appealing to him, though at the same time he
knew that the ratio of dragons to hopefuls was not in favor of
him finding a bond today. He would have to act eventually.
Donovan decided to separate himself from the crowd in order to

get a better look at where the hatchings were taking place. He
weaved nimbly through the mob, not letting himself get
distracted by the fact that they would each be such easy
targets. Almost every single one of them was so focused on the
little dragons that he doubted they would notice a missing
wallet. In fact, he could probably…
No! No no no. No. Donovan shoved his hands deep into his
pockets and kept moving. Now was definitely not the time for
that. If there was a time and a place for not pick pocketing, it
would probably be during a dragon hatching, in the middle of
nowhere, on a foreign planet, surrounded by strangers that
would probably have no qualms about murdering him in the face
the instant they realized they’d been robbed. In fact, it looked
to him like some of them were probably searching for excuses to
better their chances for bonding with one of the hatchlings.
Lifting money was probably more than a good enough excuse,
especially considering that he wasn’t sure there the police had
been invented yet on this planet. Maybe he was being
unreasonable, but a healthy little dose of paranoia never hurt
anyone, did it?
A sudden movement caught his attention, and he whipped his

head up just in time to see, in the corner of his eye, a giant
blur of scales and claws lash out and utterly wreck a young blue
winged woman, followed by the sickening crunch of delicate
breaking bones. His stomach churning, Donovan stopped where
he was, having suddenly decided that he was close enough to
the dragon. He knew full well that he could do nothing to help
the poor woman, and as such he would stay put. With a decent
view of the hatchlings that was somewhat obstructed by the
more enthusiastic hopefuls, he paced slowly back and forth,
looking a bit lost in thought. The burst of adrenaline that was
initiated by the sudden unexpected violence coursed through his
limbs, and he was desperately in want of something to calm his
nerves, but without any cigarettes to assuage the temptation he
was left to simply pace and consider what action he should take
next.
An idea struck him as he fingered the strap to the violin case he

had managed to sling across his back; maybe music would be
the key to finding the hatchling that would choose him? But no,
Donovan wanted more information, and he had plenty of time,
so he would just continue wait and watch from his new vantage
point for now. Plus, he didn't exactly want to get eaten if the
huge Noble dragon decided he didn't like violin music.
Knight
Opaque Villager
28 Feb 2010, 8:58pm
While she hadn't really been expecting to come to this, Knight

found herself watching the ordeal from what distance she could.
Bonding was the term, and having hear of it, she had to do
some searching around to figure out exactly what it was, but
this appeared to be it. And with dragons no less. Such large,
magnificant beasts, even the hatchlings held themselves with
such pride. And the father of them could doubtlessly kill her
horribly simply. Not one to mess with. And good to keep in mind
taht she had been watching just long enough to find out that
you shouldn't go near the eggs.
She couln't, however, say she was scared of the species. Or
atleast, her pride wouldn't let her. No. Catious. That was the
word. She wasn't afraid, she just accepted that they were
stronger than her and acted accordingly. That wasn't fear. Not in
her mental dictionary atleast.
Normally, she wouldn't have meat with her. Not raw meat,
anyways. She always had some sort of jerky. While other kids
her age smacked on fruity flavored gum, she had the dry, chewy
meat on hand. Thats who she was, a carnivore. But coming
here, she realised she had to fend for herself, so she picked up
something she knew she could cook when she was in town. In
this case, a steak of some sort. In such a place as this, she
wouldn't've bothered asking what it was. She honestly didn't
want to know. But it was still raw, as her previous plans were to
find someplace to set up camp, make a fire, and cook it there.
But appearantly there had been a change of plan.
She took the meat out of her purse. It had been wrapped in
layers of paper, as to not leak over her books and sticky notes,
so she worked to tear that away. Surely these dragons wouldn't
eat paper. At least not happily. Despite some odd stories she
would read, She didn't beleive Dragons were as bad as dogs.
Dogs would sniff the paper and think 'Oh! It smells like meat!'
and eat it. Dragons... Probably smarter than a three year old
human. As the meat was unwrapped, she approached the ring
where the dragons were pacing, waiting for one to come near
her so she could offer it to them. Probably not altogether safe
to approach them herself. It was probably best to let them come
to her...
Archer
Polished Registrar
1 Mar 2010, 1:28am
All sorts, all shapes, all sizes. Archer, lingering perhaps closer
to the eggs than he really strictly should've been, took in the
happenings. Hatchlings were moving out from their original
mobbed groups, pausing here and there to eye the humanoids.
Even with Papa's rumblings in the background, excitement and
curiosity were going a long ways to quell his fear. Not entirely,
no -- prickling chills of anxiety still danced along his spine, but
they just added spice to this amazing event. Dragons, real
dragons, hatching. Right in front of him. His tenderloin was
shifted slightly, propping the length of meat against his hip.
Soon enough there'd be one just waiting for him to care for.
There was no use just going after every one that hatched. There
were lots of people, and lots of eggs. If he kept his eyes open,
there'd bound to be one he could--
The father attacked.
For a moment Archer stared, heedless of the way his armload of

meat had begun to slip from his grasp. Jessari's broken body
was flung limply through the air, jettisoned from the circle of
eggs into the milling crowd. He started forward, almost
dropping his food bribe-- and stopped dead. That man. The
winged one. He had caught her. His expression leapt from shock
to utter solemnity as Nero lowered the bloody woman to the
ground. After that, it was difficult to see. Was he helping her?
Or was he there to steal her last breaths of life, the last few
ounces of her blood? Archer wavered, indecisive, dragonets
momentarily forgotten. Where did the duty to protect end...? He
swore, and spat onto the charred dirt of the plains. I ain't no
doctor. Ain't no magician either, he thought sullenly. Others
were approaching now, joining the makeshift med team. What
ever it is he's doin' to her, don't see as I could stop him, much
less do any better.
In his mind's eye, five bullets fell steaming onto flattened stems
of golden grass.
Hastily he turned, yanking his attention from where Jessari lay.

Dragonets. Yes, remember. Dragons, real dragons, hatching.
Right in front of him. Remember those? See, look, those two
were even hunting something. Their predatory stares, fixed with
a childish glee on some prey, rather reminded him of a kitten,
stalking some string. He chuckled at the thought, glad for the
distraction. They were just big kittens, that was all-- but even
though momma cats had nasty bites, they couldn't break your
spine.
"Enough o' that," he told himself, tightening his grip on the

raw meat and stomping forward towards where dragonets
mingled with humanoid. No matter what it took, he'd take his
mind off of that image-- wings crumpling uselessly beneath
rending claw, blood blossoming against blue skin like fireworks
on a pale summer-night's sky... "No!" he exclaimed, no doubt
startling any unwary nearby humanoids not prepared for a
cowboy talking to himself. "The kitten ones, where're the
kitten ones?" To familiarity he went, seeking the Chill Plains
and Prized Water he'd watched earlier at their hunt. Being
closer, though, afforded the advantage of at last seeing what
they stalked...
No piece of string, this. A little girl.
Archer was bounding forward before he even registered he was

moving. No, he hadn't really noticed the three others flocking
around Alice, although how his mind avoided registered Rene's
towering, photosynthetic bulk was a feat bordering almost on
the superhuman. He skidded to a stop next to Aidan, flinging
the entire tenderloin at the feet of the advancing siblings. "She
ain't on the menu," he growled, fingers tightening on the
handle of the bucket, "so you best be rethinkin' yer
approach." Would water make a good peace offering, or should
it be retained as a weapon...? Still fixed on the perceived
danger of the dragonets, he had not a word for the others
around him. Not yet, at least.
Well, did someone order a Big Damn Hero?
Kythen
1 Mar 2010, 9:58pm
((I apologize in advance for the fail of this post. There's way too
much going on for Kythen to be able to respond to all of it so
most of what I'm going to respond to is stuff that involves him
directly. x_x))
Perhaps the reason that the Prized Water Dragon had managed
to leave all of Kythen's limbs intact was that the wolf shifter had
(in his opinion) done the smart thing and dropped the meat and
taken a few steps away from it when he saw the two hatchlings
coming toward him. And then...they were leaving and he...didn't
breath a sigh of relief. Instead he made a very small startled
sound when he felt Kira's hand squeeze his own and he glanced
down to verify that, yes, she had indeed grabbed his hand.
In the midst of trying to figure out why she was holding his
hand and deciding whether or not he wanted to extricate his
hand from hers, he missed the two dragonlings heading for a
young girl. When Kira released him and moved away, he
followed if only because he was still trying to figure out why
holding hands with Kira had felt so....odd. That and she was
pack. Wolf wouldn't be comfortable if she moved too far away
and they couldn't protect her. He frowned at Kira when she
offered the girl their protection and Wolf had a moment of
indecision.
Not pack.
Nope.
But young. A pup.
Yeah. So?
....I don't know.
She's scared.
So are we.
We can protect ourselves.
She cannot.
No, she can't.
Then we will protect her.
Leave it to Wolf to have a soft spot for younglings. But in a

pack, pups were important. They were the future of the pack. A
parent wolf would die to protect their pups. "Kira's right. We
can protect you. With the three of us here you're pretty
darn safe I'd say." He said, nodding to Renaud so that
the....plant...thing wouldn't feel like they were trying to
overshadow him. Though what a plant could do to protect the
girl he had no idea. Better not to irritate it and find out.
He watched in mild fascination as the adult dragon reacted

violently to something he hadn't seen and sent a winged human
flying through the air. Well....whatever the winged-one had done
it was her own fault. At least it wasn't Evan or he'd have been a
very unhappy werewolf and probably would have gotten himself
killed.
Orchid
2 Mar 2010, 3:10pm
Oh my gosh.
That dragon just attacked that girl!
Okay, so, whatever confidence she'd had earlier left. Seeing the
girl getting mauled- even though she'd broken the rules- froze
the Pokémon trainer to the spot. Sure, some Pokémon were
harsh and very violent, but yikes! That looked fierce. I am NOT
moving from this spot! she thought fiercely. But wait.
She was moving.
Her feet was bringing her close to the Chill Plains Dragon,
which brought her closer to the eggs, so she quickly stopped
herself. "Stupid curiosity! DO NOT MOVE!" she told herself
out loud, ignoring any weird looks that might have been thrown
her way, and looked instead pathetically at the younger dragons
for help (although why was even beyond her roleplayer).
Spinnerwhelsk
Opaque Villager
4 Mar 2010, 6:41pm
To be honest, he, at first, didn't realize anything had been going

on nearby - actually, Spinnerwhelsk had no idea where he was,
or if he was near anyone or anything. Such a long time
traveling, and the runtish wherboy really wasn't sure if he
cared. He had found a mound of very tall grasses to hide
himself in - he lay belly and face down, pressing as hard as he
could against the ground (and nearly burying his grotesque
wedge-shaped head in the dirt) so that he could try to get some
rest and hide from the sunlight. He really didn't like these
plains, since there was nowhere to hide from the excessive
sunlight that would likely burn his retinas if he even tried to
look up right now.
However, vibrations in the ground and faint noises that seemed

nearby woke him up again. Spinnerwhelsk groaned, his lidded
eyes lazily opening before closing again as light stabbed him.
Somewhere nearby was people - hopefully friendly people!
Spinnerwhelsk reached into his potato-sack-and-twine pants,
pulling out, of all things, a long piece of black cloth, which he
wrapped around his glowing eyes.
There, he was now immune to sunlight - he couldn't even see!

Still, his other senses were very strong and sensitive, and he
could easily walk his way towards the noisiness - which is
exactly what he did.
First, he ended up going the wrong direction, hearing the noises

getting fainter - so he had to turn around a full 180 degrees,
and blindly traversed his way to the hatching dragons (not that
he knew that's what it was!).
Spinnerwhelsk finally felt like he was surrounded by... things,

without a lack of a better term. Voices were all around him, he
could hear something stumbling as well. Curiously, he peeked
from underneath his blindfold, trying not to let the pesky
sunlight invade his vision too much.
He was shocked by what he saw. They looked like him, except

larger and more aesthetically pleasing. And one of them was at
least a hundred times his size! He fell back on his butt with a
surprised, almost frightened, squeak, and he quickly tried
hiding himself again, scurrying around on his feet and belly like
a snake before finding something soft, fleshy, and again, larger
than him. He squawked with surprise, "I sorr!" He tried to
apologize, not even able to see what he had crashed into due to
the blindfold that was securely wrapped on his face -
and the fearful part of him didn't dare look. He was practically
trembling out of surprise and fear - though this stopped as he
tried to regain his own composure. The wherboy, now brazened
by his own calmness, tried to look at what he had crashed
into...
Melanthios
8 Mar 2010, 11:52am
Melanthios was very late. He often was. It was his policy to

arrive after the mood of the situation had been established.
That way it was easier to react. Plus you looked cooler being
fashionably late.
He sauntered into the area, trying his best to stay cool, while
on the inside his brain was trying its best to keep him alive by
telling him to "RUN". But Melanthios rarely listened to his brain.
He would have less scars if he did but, he reasoned, less fun as
well.
He had always admired dragons. Huge fierce predators of the
sky. Although only one here fit that description. The rest were
eggs or clumsy soft skinned babies still tripping over their own
wings. It was actually really adorable. Not that he would ever
admit that to anyone. Adorable in a could-and-might-rip-you-
limb-from-limb kind of way.
Swiftly he collected some meat and began to pad around the

edges of the area. He wasn't going to battle over some coveted
color or something ridiculous like that. They were equals,
friends, not pets. He had a feeling that if it was meant to
happen, one of them would choose him. Or he would just end up
dead or bleeding like some others he saw glimpses of in the
chaos.
The man grasped the squishy raw meat in his hand and wiggled
it around while trying to think decidedly Melanthios-y thoughts.
Whatever those were...
Inculpatus
8 Mar 2010, 7:51pm
[Don't hate me for joining so late. ;o; Pwease?]
He had heard that something was going on, but what, the little
winged fellow was not sure. Inculpatus flew past the rocky
mountain pass and was now weaving lazy circles in the sky
above the plains. Down below, a giant black beast blotted out
the ground. From his place in the sky, he took note of the crowd
of people and of the beautiful clutch of eggs. There seemed to
be a bit of a skirmish going on.
The winged fellow neared the gaggle, landing about fifty feet
off. His eyes filled with the sights and realization struck him-
the infant dragons, the people, the meat, the blood. Suddenly
the naive Inculpatus got cold feet about this all. The kindly
people in the tavern had made it seem like a fun, easygoing
event, really. They were excited and happy about it, after all.
How badly misled he was.
The winged boy wasn't even so sure of what was going on. They
called it a bonding... but what was that? All things inside of
him, all the instinctual implants, all the mechanized impulses
wired in his brain, and all the natural responses told him to run.
To fly. To leave all of the wreckage behind and get out now.
Everything inside of his shrieked madly, setting off alarms and

readying his blood for flight.
But something else in Inculpatus said, in a still, quite voice,

stay. There was so much he could, learn, after all. There was so
much he needed to know. He neared the clutch with stiff legs,
unwilling feet, and his white wings folded tightly to his back. He
stood a safe distance away from the dragon and his eggs,
surveying the appearing babies. They were gorgeous, he
thought, even in their slimy coatings and frail states. He
searched the eggs in hope of spying some of the small dragons
hatch.
Never in his life had he witnessed birth, nor did he have any
real concept of it. He, himself, was not truly birthed, nor did he
really know where he came from. Being a genetic experiment,
he was simply fabricated in a lab and released into the world as
an adult, fully grown and equipped for life. Though he was born
in this manner, he still had so much to learn. The Makers had
left him void of so much knowledge.
The mystified Inculpatus filled his white eyes with the incredible
sights. The hatchlings were brilliant models of nature, he
thought, and he marveled at them. Questions appeared in his
head, so many he could not sort them. He was instantly hooked
by curiosity's powerful grip.
The boy turned pale eyes on the others around him, spying the
meat offerings for the infants. He, himself, had come empty-
handed.
How was he to know? The elderly couple that had directed him
here didn't mention it! He watched curiously, taking deep
breaths as he stepped closer and closer to the scene, watching
people and creatures alike. He felt drawn to the event, as if it
held promise of something. As if he was supposed to be there.
Just as the young dragons felt drawn to the strangers before
them.
Or perhaps it was simply the meat that they dangled.
His heart raced in his chest. He was sure he would be sick by

the end of this ordeal, but he knew he was beyond leaving now.
Updated by Inculpatus on 8 Mar 2010, 7:59pm
Karina
Opaque Villager
9 Mar 2010, 7:24am
Things were quite interesting to say the least. The shapeshifter

had never imagined herself winding up in a place like this... or
ever looking at a group of strangers gathered and watching
what appeared to be... giant lizards? With wings? And eggs? Her
head shifted sideways out of curiousity before she stepped a
little closer, cautious of the beasts. What was this all about. Of
course, she would likely throw off others since she wasn't there
in her humanoid form, but that of a silver fox. She moved
through the grass until she bumped into something (Kythen)
and paused, looking up at those around him and he, himself.
Oops.
Sumomaru
Opaque Villager
11 Mar 2010, 9:29pm

-Ohhh late post is laaaate. X'D-
Sumo had been dropped onto Planet less than a week ago.
Since, she'd been wandering the plains where she had first
arrived, snagging a meal here and there where she could. It was
a wonder that in all the time she'd been out there, she hadn't
caught the scent of the Dragons and their clutch. Or maybe she
had, but the scent had just been too unfamiliar and so she'd
shrugged it off. The canine was getting used to coming across
unfamiliar scents, and her curiosity had waned in favor of
survival.
But now she could smell something that was familiar, if only
vaguely. In her recent pyratical days, she'd met hundreds of
different races of beings from many different planets. Some
were comrades while others were hapless victims of she and her
crew. But their smells were ingrained in her mind, and so now
she could pick out similar smells coming through the fields. Her
curiosity peaked, even if her stomach was rumbling. She hushed
it quietly with a pat to her belly before setting off in the
direction of the scent. Luckily the wind was in her favor.
As she drew closer, she could hear the sounds of a large group
of people. Soon their forms became visible, as well, through the
heat-wavering air. She joined the group silently, smiling to a
couple of humanoids who'd tossed a look her way. The sight of
the Dragon and his clutch was... astounding to say the least.
The mane wolf felt as though she would have been more
astounded had she not just spent the past week stumbling upon
the terrifying wild creatures of Planet, but she was amazed
none-the-less.
For now Sumo kept her distance from the new hatchlings. She
gave a quick gaze to the father, but didn't dare keep her eyes
on him for long. He was more than imposing enough to
intimidate her. The The Versatile Forest Dragon was easily
the first to catch her eye. Compared to the other hatchlings, she
was most drawn to the serpentine body shape.
Zoey
Opaque Villager
11 Mar 2010, 10:39pm
((OoC: I hope I'm not late.))

Zoey was running late and she knew that all too well. She was
running down the path that hopefully led to the site of the
dragon bonding. This would not be the first dragon bonding
she'd attend, since her own world had dragons, but it would be
a first to particapate in one. She'd only ever watched from a
safe distance.
The clearing was in sight and it already appeared that things

were in full swing. She slowed her pace not wanting to alarm
the fully grown dragon that was protecting the clutch. She
quietly walked over to him, yet kept a safe distance from his
brood, and bowed, as she had seen other candidates do back
home so many times. Backing away slowly, she began looking
around for someone she recognized. Yet she never managed to
get past glancing at the eggs, the Twisted Travels Egg, and
the First Rain Egg, took her breath away. She couldn't explain
the feeling these two eggs gave her, each one left a different
impression. "They are all beautiful."
Looking around she found meat and water provided to give to
the dragonets as an offering. Chosing a bloody steak, she took a
place off to the side, where she would with out a doubt be
noticed by any new hatchlings that came along.
Kisten
Opaque Villager
12 Mar 2010, 4:43am
Jessari's fate was in hands other than her own, and Kisten had
been careful to step back, ready to keep others at a distance.
The last thing she needed was a crowd around her.
"That's generous of you." He remarked to Nero's offer, and as

another asked if she would be alright he could do little more
than a fleeting smile. "Most likely, as long as she doesn't try
and pull that stunt again."
Ah, a General and a Private. The Saucy Plains Dragon

observed, almost surprised at the first one's wide eyes. Young
wings curled outwards, and the dragonet's tail swished
considerably. Most of your kind have no idea what we are
capable of. She added in cheerily, settling her attention and
quieting herself to listen to the story given to her by Tobias.
New to the world as she was, the Plains could understandably
side with the idea of being a man of action- she was not in any
way ready to retire!
It's wise to make new friends. My sister is right, however.

A wing fully extended in a flash of colors, pointing outwards
towards the Savvy Water Dragon. You're something of a
petshop to us. Some people try very hard to win the
friendship of our kind, but it takes more than a hunk of
meat and a sweet word...For some of us, anyway. She
conceded with a sniff and a gentle shoulder-bump. Look sharp-
we can glimpse your soul. It doesn't hurt to have a good
exterior though. She added with a wink and an upward curl of
her lips. Oh, she'd be trouble when she started dating alright.
She was lucky. A toss of her head and a disdainful look made
it clear that the babe had no intentions of getting to know
Jessari.
It's a lifetime commitment. We Dragons form quite a

bond, and we do not break it. When you become our
friend, you are a friend for life. She informed Thomas,
leaning down to consume the last of the meat. That done, she
was up on her feet again, releasing them for the time being.
I can't give you boys my name- the first one to hear that
is my chosen. Whom she didn't seem particularly keen on
looking for at the moment. But perhaps later. Either way, it
was a pleasure! Little hips rolling, she wandered off.
The Recalcitrant Water Dragon was not too surprised that the
humanoids would rush to their aid of their more stupid (this was
why Natural Selection rarely worked in more advanced species;
they had this desire to try and save the ones that made
mistakes). Nor was he surprised to find the attention drifting off
his sleek form and onto others and more and more siblings
emerged from their colorful shells.
Before Evangeline had the quickness to turn the Dragon had

leaned forward and snatched the meat from her hand, tossing
his head back to swallow the chunk whole (or at least it looked
that way). Her distraction was enough for him, and he began to
make his way through the crowd, over towards Inculpatus.
Where is your offering? The male trumpeted, a curious but
expectant look settling onto his features.
The Versatile Forest Dragon was in fact in no rush at all- or

perhaps he was, as he stood stock still, a contemplative scour
dressing his features as he regarded the humanoids. No, no, no.
His eyes moved from one to the next with no real interest or
spark, nostrils flaring and ears curled backwards. His was here,
somewhere in this mess of gangly creatures that didn't deserve
their affections.
Yet he couldn't run to the wild in search of the connection when

it could be felt. Deducing the one out of many...That was
proving to be more difficult than he expected. A snort and a
warning growl were given to those that tempted him with meats
or tried to approach- and those that spoke were given a critical
eye. He didn't care for their interruptions, not now, not when
the rest of his life was waiting for him. Young as he was, and
experiencing this sensation for the first time, he could not pick
out his bond with the expertise and skill of his father or mother,
could not tease their essence out from the milling bodies.
But he would. The clumsy hatchling retreated to his father,

clambering up the older Dragon's tail until he could rest safely
on the lord's back. From here he could see all, from here, he
would find his chosen.
The Savvy Water Dragon accepted the offering of meat from

Ari. Her head angled from side to side, the words almost putting
a sparkle in the smart female's eyes. Meat is much better.
Thank you. She finished courteously, displaying the amount of
respect and politeness that had been given her. She did not
wish to consume the poor girl's time, and others were hanging
around with more meat.
Ahora was next- and at a very quick pace. The dragon's long
neck enabled her to easily get in around any arms that may
have flailed at the sudden arrival of the Dragonet. Sharp fangs
clenched around the meet in the girl's lap- but she did acquire a
scratch of two from the young one's claws as she steadied one
claw on a thigh. You'll need more to keep attracting us to
you.
The same advice was given to Alugard, with a small laugh as he

knelt upon the ground to offer the accepted delicacy.
She was off yet again, to her (temporarily) final stop. That's
good to see. Don't go too fast now. You may not want to
be rude to your chosen, if they're around. She warned
Evangeline, accepting the meaty slice delicately. Beginning to
grow full, it was no trouble of hers that she could begin to turn
towards the more ... spiritual aspects of a bonding.
Freshly hatched and trouble already, the Chill Plains Dragon

and the Prized Water Dragon were certainly enjoying Alice's
reactions. We see you too. We don't need to sneak up on
you. They declared matter-of-factly. You are not strong
enough to avoid being devoured, however. My, don't you
look tasty! Unerringly moving together, it was quite difficult to
distinguish one from the other as they advanced, all teeth and
wings and claws and perfectly timed movements.
The pair glanced over to Renaud, but the meat was only glanced
at, as their eyes were focused on the girl. Kira's offer wasn't
meant for them and more meat was not exciting. This Alice girl
was alive and frightened. You may get us water. The first
declared with a nod to Aidan. But do not delay!
Archer was greeted with a similar look of indifference as they

stepped neatly over the meat and pushed themselves to either
side of the girl. Dangerously close, the Plains lightly licked her
cheek with a satisfied hiss, and the other curled their long tail
about one of her legs slowly. You would be foolish to try and
stop us. Father will hurt not only you, but innocents. Not
to mention when Mother arrives. The Water added with a
proud sigh. We will take what is ours, and you will behave
yourselves.
Not to mention, they could cause enough damage without

requiring either of their parents.
With a second yawn to flash off his needle-like baby teeth, the
Herculean Mountain Dragon began to stir. Slowly, of course,
as he stretched out his wings and each individual limb. As it
was, he was still within the group of eggs, but he clambered
over his father's tail in a short time (fast enough to save
Opalette from a fate similar to Jessari's). Oh, he wasn't too lost
or confused- just hungry. The male snapped up the piece of
meat and lumbered off in another direction, while Mikal let out a
warning rumble for the candidate to retreat further from the
nest.
Actually, the warning extended to a second person, even as a

half-lidded eye and a sloppy smile was given to Emer from his
son.
The spicy burrito of Bayley was sniffed, but the strong spice was
a bit much on his poor, newborn snout, and the male recoiled,
nearly bumping into Solus. Startled but hungry, he quickly
snapped his jaws around the extended meat- and unfortunately
the hand that held it out. Not knowing his own strength- or that
this other thing wasn't food, the Dragonet gave a quick tug
when it didn't just come away from the humanoid. He did not let
go- but perhaps they could convince him to?
The eggs themselves were shaking and cracking all over;

glimpses of small snouts and colorful wings might have been
caught, but none clear enough to distinguish. Mikal was
glancing upwards- a streamlined figure already making its way
towards them. Soon enough, the Lady would arrive.
Updated by Kisten on 13 Mar 2010, 1:26am
Alice Gray
Polished Villager
13 Mar 2010, 2:26am
(( Okay so if I'm not suppose to post yet just tell me and stuff.
The "DO NOT POST!" sign was taken down so I assume... ))
She was told a lot of things: calm down, don’t be frightened,

here hold this...
It didn’t matter though because these paragon, no dragons
(same diff ) wanted to eat her and you couldn’t very well be
CALM when something wanted to EAT YOU!
Babies, Renaud says, Just hungry, he says. Yah right these
things were born as malicious hunters and she just happened to
be the smallest and the weakest and most frightened of this
“pack” of humans... Well human-ish-things considering Renaud
and... Well a lot of these guys actually.
A hand on her shoulder made her jump and she looked up at a

girl with funny lucain ears. She must be “anthromorphic”. Her
mum had told her about lucain and other creatures like that.
Her advice was slightly comforting. Yah this was pretty
controlled, right? And the daddy dragon wouldn’t let... She
glanced up at the big, indifferent dad. Scratch that, he’d
probably enjoy watching her get torn to pieces; see her blood
all over the place and-
Cut. It. Out! Look imagining stuff like that won’t help but it sure
as heck will hinder!
So the comfort from Kira’s words were quickly lost as were
Kythen’s. What were two wolf things and a plant man going to
do against a bunch of dragon hatchlings and a living, breathing
malicious hill? Seriously if the daddy dragon didn’t want
somebody to leave this place alive, he could make sure of it
even if everyone here tried to stop it.
Seriously you should stop thinking so pessimistically.

Or maybe it was just her being realistic as the two slipped in
close, fully ignoring her “protectors” and curling up close.
“Wuh...” She managed, her hands shaking and sloshing some of
the water she held out of the bowl. She was going to puke if
this kept up much longer.
“I don’t think I’m tasty. I’m skin and bone and I haven’t eaten
in... awhile.” Alice frowned tightly, thin lips cracked, the frown
making a few small pinpricks of blood, “Or not much, anyway.”
She was scared but if she couldn’t muscle her way out of this
(and god forbid if the others tried to pry dragons off of her. She
could already see the one that was less snake-like claw her
face, puncture her eye to keep it’s hold on her while the weird
cowboy dude tried to pull it off by force...) maybe she could
think her way out of this. From what she could tell these dragon
babies were already as smart as her, if not smarter.
Man she was so screwed...
One licked her cheek and she tried not to flinch away too much,
shutting her eyes tightly. The dragon was tasting her? Please,
please don’t find her tasty!
She was still holding the bowl of water, the small amount of
meat Renaud had given her had been dropped and forgotten in
the dirt. They had ignored all offerings of meat so why would
they take an offering from their chosen meal? Instead she
nervously lifted the bowl of water up, “If you want water,” she
said, steadily turning her head to look at one dragon, then the
other. She didn’t flinch away or blink, nor did she divert her
attention elsewhere. It was scary to look at these hunters but if
she continued to act like prey she would definitely BECOME
prey, “you’re welcome to this. It’s not much but... Wait, what?”
her brow furrowed, “Take what’s yours? What’s yours, the
water?”
What could they mean by that, “take what’s ours”? They didn’t
mean... her, did they? To take their meal? A mix of wanting
somebody to save her and wishing they wouldn’t (with the fear
that the dragons would tear her to pieces trying to keep her)
swept over her and she blinked away unshed tears. Dear Zu’hai,
if her life was suppose to end at LEAST let be quick and
painless. Painless first, so long as she didn’t feel it she’d be
okay with that, it was the pain she was most scared of, not so
much the dying.
She was too young to be thinking about how she wanted to die.
As for the rest of the goings on around her Alice was pretty
much completely unaware. Her life was pretty close to its end,
or so it seemed, so as selfish as it might seem, Alice didn’t a
rats bottom about anything else going on around her. Daddy
dragon could slaughter everyone but her and she might not
notice right away (okay well, she would but you get the idea).
Updated by Alice Gray on 13 Mar 2010, 2:27am
Zoey
Opaque Villager
13 Mar 2010, 2:43am
Zoey watched in amazement as the rest of the eggs began to

slowly hatch. The Versatile Forest Dragon had also caught her
attention, clammering up on his fathers back for a view, she
giggled at the thought of him trying to fly from where he was,
yet she knew that was not what he was doing. She sat down
with the meat and water laying in front of her, if the dragonets
wanted the meat they could have it, it had been prepared for
them after all.
She had decided on the journey here that she would not pester
the babies, it was their choice, no one could influence them in
who they chose. Humming a lullaby her mother had always sung
to her, she quietly waited for the dragonets to come up to her.
And also awaited the enertance of the mother dragon, which
was close at hand.
Bayley
Opaque Villager
13 Mar 2010, 3:17am

Bayley frowned as he recoiled, a little scared that he hadn't
accepted. "Oh, dear! Oh..." she trailed off, looking around. They
had to be getting the meat from somewhere, and if no one was
going to say-- there!
Her eyes fell onto the pile that was diminishing quickly as more
eggs fell apart and life was blown under each newborn's wings.
"'Scuse me! Watch out-- comin' through!" she said loudly,
ducking in and out of the crowd of people and snatching a few
morsels of meat to feed to some of the dragons herself. As she
watched the newborns wriggle out of shells, and the
alreadyborns mull about a bit faster than they had been, she
smiled and stopped, just to watch. It was so cool that she could
actually watch something like this-- she had always been
fascinated by how things worked together, and the way the
dragons chose their bond... it really made her think.
She was so tempted to approach some of the newer dragons or

one of the fully hatched ones, but her eyes caught sight of a girl
her age, maybe a bit older, looking fairly frightened. Poor thing,
Bayley thought, smiling sympathetically. Should I go over and
help? I wouldn't want to intrude, but if I could make her feel a
bit more comfortable...
Bayley approached carefully, and acknoledged the dragons

before turning to Alice. "Hi-- you alright? I don't think that
these dragons are into eating humans, at least the little ones
aren't. They're just looking for... I guess you could call them a
friend. I was told that they look for partners, and that we
wouldn't be harmed, but that was about it." she said, hoping
that it helped to settle the poor girl a bit.
Holding out her hand, she smiled in a friendly manner. "I'm

Bayley. And you are...?" she asked, forgetting about the meat in
her hand at the moment and the fact that she was supposed to
be giving it to the very hungry dragons. It lay limp in her hand
held at her sides.
The hand she held out to shake was covered in... meat juice.
Ick. She rubbed a hand over her shorts and put it back up, but
then thought about it and put it back down. "Maybe you should
keep both hands on the bowl." she said with a small smile,
patting Alice on the back lightly.
Renaud le Gant
Glittery Villager
13 Mar 2010, 3:30am
The plant man watched as more and more people came to crowd
around Alice to assure her that she wouldn't be eaten. He
smiled, glad that he wouldn't have to be the only one that would
make sure people didn't get eaten. Renaud stayed close even
after the creatures moved in, ignoring the meat, demanding
water, and making all sorts of suggestions that they might still
think Alice tasty. As much as he didn't want to leave the girl
behind, he wanted even more to be able to find a Dragonet that
would take from him and perhaps bond with him. Alice didn't
seem to have any of that trouble right now, and with the group
with her, he felt that it was okay to leave now.
"Don't let her get eaten." He said to Archer, giving the cowboy a
pat on the shoulder before giving Alice a confident nod and a
smile. None of the other eggs had hatched since the duo had
come towards Alice, but he could see some of them starting to
get more and more ready to pop out. It was so exciting. As
everyone seemed to be shoving food down the gullet of one
Dragon or another, he went back to the table, filling up his bowl
again with meat as he looked over his shoulder to watch with
excitement in his blue and orange eyes.
He noticed the Saucy Plains Dragon had left a pair or men,

seeming to be quite the young lady as she wandered away from
them. Renaud smiled, carefully moving around people with a
now heaping bowl of meat. It was then he noticed the Versatile
Forest Dragon escaping the crowd to climb up on his father to
observe the world below. Renaud gave the creature a little
wave, but didn't try to be flashy, or coax the creature down. If
it wanted to come and see him, it most certainly would on its
own. The Dragons were fascinating to him, especially when they
showed so much intelligence already out of the shell.
He turned his attention again in time to see one of the

Dragonets chomp down on a familiar suited man's hand. He
winced, but didn't bother to move over, still having a few hard
feelings about Solus holding a gun in his face. So the plant man
held grudges sometimes, didn't everyone? Someone would likely
come along to either pry the babe off or offer more suitable
meats. Renauds eyes wandered again, going back to the
rocking, shaking brood that was still under the Lord's care.
"So amazing..." He said softly as he looked on before turning to

offer people more meat as he waited for more of the Dragons to
hatch, hoping one would come to him and at least eat from his
hand. For the most part, all of his offerings had been ignored.
This was going to take a little more effort, but he knew that in
the end it would all be worth it if he could just bond with one of
them.
He turned his eyes upwards as something new flew up ahead,

quite in awe with the massive creature flying their direction.
Was this another Dragon to join the group to welcome the babes
or was this their Mother?
Updated by Renaud le Gant on 17 Mar 2010, 2:23pm
Evangeline
13 Mar 2010, 3:37am
Evan was pleased as punch that the first Water had taken her
offering though a tad bit disappointed that directly after he’d
left. She didn’t know it had been her fault she’d bolted away to
feed his sister though if she had she most definitely would have
been saddened at the fact. Watching after him she frowned the
smallest bit, her attention drawn away from him, as it had been
originally, by the speaking of the Savvy Water Dragon.
Blinking the girl turned, her eyes lighting up with cheer as the
female settled near her for the moment and spoke to her about
slowing down, “But if I slow down I can’t make all of my
friends, I want to be friends with everyone!” She exclaimed
happily, arms flailing slightly as she motioned to all of the
dragonets, humanoids and even the unhatched eggs. “How can
I do that if I’m not wandering around talking to
everyone?” she questioned, tilting her head.
Something the other female stated caught her attention and

Evan tuned her head to look at the lovely female, the suns rays
glinting off smooth scales and an elegant neck. Did she say
something about - “Mine? Find mine? What do you mean by
that? Are you saying one of your siblings will pick me to
bond to them? Maybe even you?” She questioned, wowed;
she couldn’t believe it, honestly. She didn’t know that the
bonding of the little-big dragons was possible, especially not for
one as meek and small as herself. She had no admirable traits,
not bravery, shapeshifting, or anthing too brilliant. She was
simply herself, proud of her wings and her healing but what
were those small things when compared to these mighty
dragons? Dragons could fly and healing wouldn't really help a
dragon snce her power was so slight and they were so large.
What did they look for?
Her eyes wandered off over the others, as if Searching for some
bright sign that would flash and have an arrow pointing to a
hatchling saying 'Yours is HERE' or something; sadly no such
thing appeared. She glanced to the male water who had
wandered away, her eyes on him; was it possible he may have
been hers but now wasn't? Turning, near urgently to the female
water her wings shifted anxiously, “But-but how will I know?
How will I know if mine is out there? Will it know that I'm
here? What if we just miss eachother?” She questioned, her
aura gaining orange streaks and blotches with her anxious
worrying.
Sumomaru
Opaque Villager
13 Mar 2010, 5:35am
Sumo was amazed at how quickly the hatchlings were making

their way through the sea of humanoids. They were bold for
babes, but then they were Dragons after all. Even though she'd
only been wandering Planet for a short few days, Sumo was
familiar with the huge scaly beasts. Sure these weren't exactly
the same as one's she'd heard tell of, and the whole "bonding"
process was certainly different. But a Dragon was a Dragon, and
she knew they were dangerous and smart.
She kept one eye on the little Forest as he fumbled up over his
father's tail to get a better view of the crowd. Meanwhile she
managed to divide her attention between the wandering
hatchlings and the eggs, all while keeping a wary eye on their
father.
In scoping the crowd, she realized that most of the humanoids

around here were offering up chunks of meat to the Dragons.
She quickly located the diminishing pile of meat, and realized
that was the smell that'd been making her mouth water. Instead
of making a move towards the pile, though, she slipped her
pack easily off her shoulders. She'd been dropped on Planet
nearly a week ago, so naturally she'd had to find some way to
fend for herself.
Carefully she shouldered her way closer to the front of the

crowd, pack now in her hand at her side. Sumo took great care
not to come too close to the eggs or the Noble Dragon as she
crouched and sifted through her pack for a moment. Meat was
meat, sure, but what she was offering was meat she had hunted
and slain herself. It was from her own stock, essentially her own
belly, and she hoped that would carry more weight than a
simple cut taken from a pile.
Still in her crouching position, she held the meat loosely in her
hand. She'd seen someone get their hand chomped who'd
been too slow in releasing their offering. The maned wolf didn't
exactly want that same occurrence on her end. Her attention
still divided, she quickly followed the father's gaze up to the
sky.
"Gods, another one?" she said in a hushed tone. One Noble

seemed to be bad enough. Hopefully this one, whom she
assumed was the mother, wouldn't be swooping in just to maul a
few of the hopefuls.
-By the by, someone feel free to give Sumo a prod. 83 She's
friendly.-
Inculpatus
13 Mar 2010, 6:22pm
The winged fellow was still searching the area, surveying what
the others did and did not do. The emerging babies captivated
him, as his eyes lit up with the pure wonder of birth. Casual
thoughts turned into nagging questions in his mind. He had
been taught many useful things by the scientists, but these
things, he was afraid, were far from him. He had heard of
dragons, sure. Having lived on Planet his entire life, he had
heard of them often. But Inculpatus had never seen one before
Renaud's Adelinde, nor did he know anything of their lives. This
was all so curious to him and he found that he had edged closer
to get a better look at the dazzling young. The were beautiful
sleek creatures, each built uniquely.
These births reminded him of the lab. He had been told once
that he was a work of science, a great discovery. He was a
treasure, the scientists had said, and they had led him to learn
the secrets of his birth only once. They showed him the glossy
tube they had constructed his body in. "It is like an egg," a lab
technician named Jules had explained, "You were kept here to
grow and when it was time, you came out fully-grown and
strong." Inculpatus's mind settled on the subject of eggs,
something he was sure he knew nothing about. Still, the
memory from the lab and the metaphor it had presented made
Inculpatus feel, well... a little less odd. In his mind, he was not
so different from the dragons.
He noticed their delicate wings, newly unfolding on their backs

and, with a little pride, flicked his own. Their wings were
different from his, he noticed- hardly wings at all!- but they
looked stunning. He had heard that dragons could fly. He
wondered how stunning it might be to share the sky with one.
He cast his eyes on the great father dragon, inhaling with awe
at the size of it. Could he ever keep up with such a beast?
He had hardly noticed the Recalcitrant Water Dragon when it

spoke, but his eyes frantically searched for the owner of the
near voice. Inculpatus's pale eyes settled on the sleek young
being. He smiled gently and cocked his head slightly,
questioning whether the creature was speaking to him or not.
But he decided that the little fellow's stare was direct enough.
Instinctively, Inculpatus knelt. He remembered Renaud's dragon

fondly, how friendly the creature had been. Sensing no danger
(and certainly not knowing any better) he slowly extended a
finger to stroke the little dragonet's sleek head, as he had done
with the Adelinde.
"My 'offering'?" he said gently as his finger neared the sleek

water dragon. He paused, his hand retracting in thought, just
before he could properly stroke the little beast.
"I'm afraid I have come very ill-prepaired for this... this

incredible happening. I know very little of such things,"
he answered honestly, turning kind eyes on the young dragon
before him. He wondered at the young thing's knowledge.
At the lab, Inculpatus had read that human infants were born
free of knowledge, speech, and mathematics. He had been born
cognizant and thinking, though he had to be taught to speak the
language as well as write and read. His eyes were curious,
thoughtful, and he asked the little creature, "How is it that
you know to speak? Are you not young?"
His question was sincere, though, to the dragon, perhaps

strangely placed.
Nero
Opaque Overseer
13 Mar 2010, 6:35pm
The Fallen stared down into the face of the blue-skinned woman
who lay prone and bleeding upon the ground, watching
disspassionately as she warred against the mortal instinct for
survival. He could see the indecision wash through her aura,
spikes of confusion penetrating the sharp red wash of pain and
agony. He watched, too, as desperation and hope overcame her
initial despondency, and knew her answer even before she
attempted to speak it. Blood stained her lips as she fought for
her voice, finally getting the strength to nod as she accepted his
offer. He disliked the sound of her cough - but no matter. Inches
away from death or a stubbed toe, the healing process was the
same. Whether she'd thank him for it in the end, however, was
always up for question. Oh, but she screamed so prettily,
before.
"Very well, then." He acknowledged her decision with an

impassive mien - after all, he was only doing what he'd been
commissioned to do, and noone could really pressure him into
being enthusiastic about healing a woman who had brought her
condition upon herself. As a nearby Kisten remarked on the
generosity of his offer, Nero scowled even as he began bringing
his power to bear on Jessari's broken body. "I am only here
because I must be, and I only help because that was a
requirement of my favor." He's really quite selfish, you know.
He just doesn't want Liandra to yell at him for letting the stupid
mortals die - though when you think about it, dragon bondings
are wonderful opportunities for natural selection. The Fallen
ignored both his own unwanted inner monologue and the
inquisitive questions of those that had gathered around,
focusing his attention on the winged woman's wounds.
It would be a simple matter to have her injest his blood, and

heal her from the inside out - that would be the fastest way, but
she'd probably die from the pain such a healing would cause.
Not to mention the fact that bleeding here would only attract
the attention of the dragonets, if the scent of Jessari's blood
had not already done so. The only other option that remained to
him was to seal her wounds with darkness and whatever
remaining divinity he posessed. With a sigh, the Fallen tugged
on the source of his power, making the shadows roil and writhe
all around him, his demonic claw hovering just above Jessari's
skin. Tendrils of purple and black darkness coiled like snakes up
the dark flesh of this arm, and Nero's eyes began to glow with
an unholy blue light even as he moved his untainted arm to rise
parallel next to its darker brother. Oh, this should be fun.
Slowly, slowly, the girl's torn flesh began to close, blood ceased
its escape from Jessari's body, and bruises and scrapes
dissappeared as if erased with an idle hand. Lungs were
bolstered and drained, her wing carefully mended. Broken bones
were gently aligned and set, even as the Fallen absorbed most
of the resulting pain into himself and left Jessari with only a
vague tingly warm feeling. Despite his warning to her, the
healing seemed pleasant indeed - but then, he'd never specified
who the healing wouldn't be pleasant for. After a few long
moments, Nero closed his eyes and lowered his arms, and the
shadows ceased their manic dance. He stood up. "Wait here,"
he told the S'kytri, and shifted through the darkness to the
tables of meat and water. Grabbing a few large pieces of flesh,
he returned to Jessari in the span of a few seconds.
"You may stand now, foolish girl," he noted absently. "Here.

Stay away from the eggs, and offer the dragonets their
meal. They will find you, if you are meant to be found,
even if you don't put yourself in mortal danger." He shoved
one of the hunks of meat at the now-uninjured girl, keeping one
for himself even as he began to walk away to resume his
previous watchful position on the fringes of the gathering. After
all, though he wasn't here to bond, he didn't particuarly wish to
be found empty handed if a dragonet happened to approach
him. Who knows what Mikal would do if one of his children
started complaining of being starved? Oh look, mommy is here
too! Nero looked skyward just as Mikal did the same, watching
the progression of the female dragon through the sky as she got
nearer and nearer.
He clenched his teeth and his fists just as another shudder of

pain ripped through his body, his wing tightening reflexively
upon his back. I told you that was a bad idea, his voice chided,
and Nero could only remain silent as his tainted body was
turned into a battleground between demon and divine. Healing
was an angel's magic, and was no longer his to call - but now
that he had, the darkness within him was determined to beat
the lingering holiness into submission. He stood straight,
however, his hand clenched on the unwanted offering of meat,
only the occasional tremors betraying the fact that he was in
pain at all. He very carefully stared out over the gathering,
watching for any other signs of trouble, ignoring the mocking
amusement of his mental voice. Stupid angel.
Solus
Opaque Villager
14 Mar 2010, 12:48am
The Herculean dragon had just…bitten him. The pain that shot
from his fingers to his arm and then up to his brain made Solus
was to yelp. But he’d been through worse, and the best the bite
from the fumbling dragon elicited was a small hiss. Then it
tugged, and Solus sighed; he was about to lose his glove. He
slipped his hand from it, brining it up to his face to look at his
now swollen fingers and the teeth marks from where the
dragon’s jaws had gone straight through his glove.
“Quite the grip you got there, ad’ika,” he remarked, wincing

slightly as blood trickled down his fingers. “Make someone’s
eyes water, eh?” He chuckled, smiling lightly at the baby
dragon. The thing was cute, even he had to admit. But that
didn’t mean it was tame. His fingers were proof enough of that.
He shifted lightly, tucking his legs beneath him and a bit closer.
“Now, what say you give me my glove back, and I’ll give you
some water? Can’t do much on an empty stomach.”
He rifled around in his belt and pulled out the bowl and the
water flask, filling it up and gently nudging it towards the baby
dragon. “And I think I grabbed another piece of meat.” Hadn’t
he? Oh, yeah, the piece sitting on his knee. He lifted it and held
it out to the Herculean Dragon. “This time, try not to take my
glove and fingers too, all right, ad’ika?”
Ooc: Blah post. Ad’ika means ‘little one.’
Karina
Opaque Villager
15 Mar 2010, 4:30pm
Karina didn't take much time to move away from the man she'd
run into, and instead began watching the area around her. Her
small, vulpine body moving with ease to try and avoid others,
though she soon found herself seeing so many different
creatures... yet they were all similar and fierce looking. Great,
she was in a place where a fox could be seen as the next meal!
Sadly enough for her she wasn't far from the Recalcitrant
Water Dragon and she wasn't entirely certain about any of
these creatures as she looked at the dragon before she decided
that perhaps being there as a humanoid would be better.
With that in mind she shifted to her humanoid form, standing a

few steps away from Inculpatus due to the nearness of the
stranger to the little dragon. All the while Karina hoped that
none would want to try and eat her.
Knight
Opaque Villager
16 Mar 2010, 3:54pm
Knight watched as everyone interacted with the young dragons.

To her, this was a since of awe. In her world, they knew of
dragons, sure. In myths and legions of giant, sly beasts. Her
brother had always loved the creatures, collecting small
figurines of human interpretations of their appearance, and
making up what they might be like to meet. Even Knight herself
had owned a few small clay dragons that she had painted her
self. They sat on the shelf above her head as she slept.
But these creatures were much different than her little clay
figures. Much differnt from her brother's collection of dragon
models. They were imagined as elegant where she was from,
but the majestic, proud creatures she now saw before her were
given no glory by the human representations she was used to.
There were a few types, she noticed. The ones she assumed
were aquatic were her favorites. Flashy and beautiful, they had
reason to hold their head so high. And the long, slender
serphentine bodies of, so far, one of their siblings.
But she didn't approach any right out. No, this was their
territory, and it was in her nature, as a territorial being herself,
to respect that. Some were making circles, and would arrive at
her shortly.
Untill then she stood, watching the ones she found most
interesting with curious eyes. She had meat out as an offering,
but she would also need to judge every word and action she
made as to gain their respect. Some seemed to be getting full,
her meat was becoming more unneeded.
Opalette Jagmi
16 Mar 2010, 7:03pm
Opalette chuckled silently as Emer, and Alu greeted her. This

was unexpected. The pair were certainly enthusiastic. In turn
she greeted her friends, pushing away a pink strand from her
face, forgetting that they were covered in meat. Ah well...
"Hello, Emer, Alu. Fancy meeting the pair of you here..." And
before she could say much else, the little hatchling plucked the
dangling, piece of red meat from her hand and sauntered off.
That was rather pleasant wasn't it? Opalette smiled to herself,
actually showing her teeth from glee.
Then the warning came. Had she gotten too close? The other
girl had suffered a great deal with the swipe of the Herculean's
father's tail. Nostrils flared, she realized how close she actually
was to the other eggs and became very aware at how lucky she
was.. Certainly she'd be injured if she remained for much
longer.
Recalculating her steps, Opalette went back to the sidelines, her

ears pricked to listen to what the younger dragons had to say.
Raising a brow, the witch cocked her head and pulled from
within her white cloak another slab of meat.
A petshop? She supposed that that was an appropriate way to

look at things, but perhaps it could be taken a different way...
Weren't they looking for their perfect bonds? No other would do
but the bond that was specifically forged for the pair. So truly it
wasn't like a petshop at all, but a sort of spiritual.. mental
detection ceremony.
She turned her attention back towards the nest, wondering if

her perfect bond was there. No other eggs had hatched at this
time, but still she strained her neck, craned it this way and that
and waited. She had already received a warning, she didn't want
to chance getting close once again. Still, that slab of meat in
her hands was open to any of the hatchlings should they wish
from of her.
Tobias Creed
16 Mar 2010, 8:19pm
The remaining eggs rocked and keened, while everywhere young

dragons sought morsels and conversation. What had begun as a
gathering was transitioning to a grand hoopla. Tobias enjoyed
the feeling—it was as though he was treading turbulent water.
Precarious, with his head above the sloshing, he could relish the
swim with the adrenaline of immediate danger. With the
situation clarified by the Saucy Plains, he now felt more
buoyant, though the ordeal was far from it conclusion.
After she had said her piece, the young lady walked away from
him and Thomas. Tobias watched her go with his curiosity
outweighing his disappointment. There were over twenty eggs,
and she had said that it would take more than meat to win one
of them. He was by no means out of the running; not yet.
“Tenacious little things, aren’t they?” he asked the other

soldier. The Plain’s comment about glimpsing the souls of the
candidates was what stuck with him the most. In his few days
on Planet, he had been hearing an awful lot about souls. Zeph
was a soul-collector, and also claimed to have looked at the
older man’s spirit. Perhaps Tobias didn’t lend much credence to
such visions—but who could just walk by the fortune teller on
the street, shuffling her tarot cards with arthritic hands, and not
wonder ‘what if?’
Yes, there was a mystic side to these animals. Their prescience
and ability to speak upon hatching spoke to its existence. But
there was also the primordial, more dangerous bit. Tobias saw
that devil-may-care outlook as the Herculean Mountain Dragon
nearly deprived Solus of his hand. Like any beast with cunning
in addition to its instincts, these reptiles were not pets. The
Saucy Plains had indeed labeled them, the potentials, as the
huddled hamsters ready to be purchased. Or fed to the snake, if
need be.
He watched the Versatile Forest Dragon as he made his way

onto the father’s back. With discerning, perhaps even cynical
eyes, the young one was trying to find his match. Tobias met his
gaze with one of equal scrutiny before the more predatory Chill
Plains and Prized Water Dragons distracted him. They had
cornered a younger girl, and were toying with her using their
predatory intelligences in tandem. There was no shortage of
people leaving to assist Alice in her plight, and again, Tobias
stayed away.
His mind wandered to the distinct anatomies of the babies. The

one that had nearly wrenched Solus’s hand away was ridged, its
body lined with promising muscles and an implied girth. Some
had fins with webbing in different areas. Others were sinuous,
their bodies more serpentine. Finally, there were the saurian
ones, with less accoutrements and a hunter’s body. He might
have commented on the differences to Thomas, but the
oncoming shadow of the mother dragon stilled his tongue.
…For a short moment.
“We’re about to have company,” he murmured, glad that no

hatchling had sidled close to him for the time being. He’d hate
to be the brunt of the woman’s wrath when the man’s had
already proved near-fatal.
Kallile
Polished Villager
16 Mar 2010, 8:19pm
Despite the apparent snub, Kallile continued to watch the little

Forest hatchling as he crawled up onto his father's back.
Seemed that bull-headed-ness ran strong in this family. She, of
course, had no intent on pressing the first born. heck, he could
walk right by her and she doubted she'd care. Seemingly in the
fork of the more common paths the hatchlings were taking,
Kallile was content to sit there and watch. In a place where you
needed all the right moves to win attention, Kallile was selecting
stillness.
Steadily her eyes scanned over the crowd where the already
hatched had began mingling and accepting food offerings from
the other hopefuls. Well, other was used lightly. Kallile didn't
seem disheartened by the lack of interest from the hatchlings--
in fact she seemed quite content to wait it out.
Though she still thought the little one was being a bit of a
hypocrite, if what the little water female had said was true, why
worry? If it was meant to be it would be and if not she'd leave
this field companionless. She wasn't going to wave around her
food offering and baby-talk these hatchlings; leave that to the
others. No, she'd be passive rather than aggressive for once in
her life. As lovely as these beasts were, were they truly worth
losing fingers over? The jury was still out on that one.
She had come here to see what the heck was going on, after all.
She hadn't anticipated all this. For the time being she focused
on the mass of eggs busily cracking from behind their father's
tail. If nothing else she was getting to watch quite a show of
colors and personalities--each hatchling thus far had definitely
not acted newborn beyond their methods of transportation. She
was highly interested to hear what newly-formed bits of wisdom
might come from the next hatchlings mouth.
The father's attention drew her own--if there was something

worth his gaze it was something impressive. And indeed, she
could make out another figure in the air; she had to assume it
was the mother if the Noble guarding his clutch wasn't getting
ruffled about the approach. Ah, family reunion. Someone get
the camera. Kallile grinned at this thought, and, half tempted to
lay back on the grass and watch the mother fly in, waited
patiently for what might come of the hatchlings movements
among the crowd.
Updated by Kallile on 16 Mar 2010, 10:43pm
Mercy
Opaque Villager
16 Mar 2010, 8:57pm
At least, thought Mercy, the dragons are smart enough not to

get sucked in by kind words and a handful of meat.
They were much more than simple pets, which was why, Mercy
realized, she wanted one. She wanted a companion, not a
servent. She wanted an equal to be her Bonded.
The red-haired woman narrowed her eyes, looking away from
the eggs for a moment. This wasn't what she'd been thinking
when she entered this place. She'd only wanted a creature as a
curiosity, or as an edge over her enemies. But looking at the
dragons now, she realized that couldn't be farther from what
they deserved.
She looked up toward the sky, seeing a dark streak in the
distance. The Lady dragon was coming, and then things would
get exciting. Mercy took a deep breath, realizing that the eggs
were taking longer to hatch than she wished. She'd better get a
move on, or others could get to the remaining dragons first. She
wouldn't have time to pick and choose-- the dragons choose
their Bonded, not the other way around.
Seeing the Saucy Plains Dragon leaving the two others she had
been talking to, Mercy followed her, bringing the meat just in
case, though she doubted it would matter to the smart little
dragon. She didn't bother calling out, she just watched as the
young hatchling made her way through the crowd of humanoids.
Gathering her courage, Mercy stepped into the dragon's field of
vision. She was content to be ignored, if the dragon disliked her,
but she decided that she had had enough of hanging back and
watching.
Updated by Mercy on 16 Mar 2010, 8:58pm
Theo
Opaque Villager
17 Mar 2010, 2:01pm
Theo was incredibly glad that a Dragon had not approached him.
He preferred standing in his place nearby Noah, observing,
taking the whole, slightly chaotic scene in. There was so much
happening, and even more occurring underneath the first,
obvious layer. There was a…tension that the Homunculus was
beginning to feel in his chest, and this time it wasn’t because of
the souls. These babies seemed a bit more aggressive than he
had expected. The equality that Theo believed was there was
now tipping off balance a little. He felt that the humanoids were
similar to offerings, waiting to be chosen by the hatchlings.
Used for a counterpart? Or a meal? He wasn’t sure.
Either way, he wasn’t afraid for himself. But as his dark eyes
landed on the enthusiastic Noah, he started feeling a bit
concerned. Did his young friend not say that he wished to pet
them, to play with them? It was starting to look like a worse
idea by the moment.
His head turned, scanning the others and picking apart how the
Dragonlets interacted with them. They were walking right
through them, snapping up meat and moving onto the next
person. Right over there, a small female humanoid was being
licked by one and touched by another. It was like they were
taste-testing. And he glanced just in time to see teeth in Solus’
hand. As friendly as Theo was, as respectful and loving towards
life as he felt, he was (and probably always would be) a very
untrusting person.
The Homunculus moved over to Noah, slowly kneeling down next

to him. Fingers were affectionately pushed through his hair,
hand resting on the back of his neck calmly as he leaned in and
tried to speak casually.
“Noah, keep in mind that these Dragons have sharp teeth and
claws. The Father is quite protective as well. Did you see what
happened to that poor girl?” A glance was shot at Jessari, who
seemed to be recovering just fine. “Be careful, if one
approaches you. I’m sure one will.” He let his hand slide away,
giving one last, small pat to the boy’s back before standing up
and returning to his spot a couple feet away.
But it was only a couple moments before he returned to the

ground, this time for very different reasons. A hand shot up,
clutching at the left side of his chest. Damnit. Pain, constant
pain was becoming worse. Were the souls spiting him? Teasing
him? Trying to contrast his existence with this new life?
They wanted his part of the body to leave, to be expelled. Yet
the body itself was being destroyed in the process. He began
panicking a bit as the skin on his lower abdomen began tearing.
A very small hole, one the width of a pencil, but a hole
nonetheless. He gasped, leaning over and feeling at it with one
hand, wincing at the sting it caused. Finally, the ripping and
consistent fight of the spirits in the stone had reached all the
way through his body. Organs had been shredded; layers and
layers of muscle and fat had been chipped away. And finally—
here was the first complete break. Blood spilled out, the thick,
black blood of a Homunculus. He pressed a hand firmly against
it, knowing that with his powers, he could soon make it stop.
Though he wouldn’t be able to heal himself—he had tried, but
the souls were putting up too good of a fight.
He looked back up, gaze settling on Noah. Two existences, so

incredibly different. Theo sat in silence, mentally willing the
best unto his friend. Should a Dragon walk up and decide he
was hungry for humanoid, let it be him. This body was dying
anyway—a potential bond for him would probably sense it and
refuse to consider him as a candidate. Natural selection; weak
ones picked off.
The blood, as unsavory as it might be due to being from a

Homunculus, might very well attract the young ones. At the
same time, silly girls like Bayley were wiping their meat blood
all over them, and even patting the back of others with that
liquid-soaked hand. They were probably looking and smelling
just as tasty.
He sat on the ground, mind pulsing as it shoved back against

the voices, the other beings. He wanted this time for himself—to
observe this culture, to appreciate this (potentially dangerous,
he sensed) ceremony. Why could he have nothing? Was he being
selfish? This was the only thing that he had ever asked for. At
this point, he was beginning to consider whether to just let the
souls take over. He was going to die in…days? Not that many
days. He was out of methods of saving himself; he wasn’t strong
enough to go against the other existence.
Perhaps there was some redemption he hadn’t found yet. Or

perhaps the other large figure approaching would find him
useless, and feed him to her children.
Not yet. He didn’t want to die yet.
Updated by Theo on 17 Mar 2010, 2:02pm
Zeph
Opaque Villager
17 Mar 2010, 2:18pm
Zeph remained where he was, simply watching the interactions

around him. Many people had flocked to the hatchlings, offering
them meat and generally trying to impress the youngsters. It
was a good idea to do so, since there appeared to be more
hopefuls than dragon eggs. Not that the Soul Collector was
particularly worried - if a dragon chose to bond with him, he
would be happy, but he would accept if one did not. Briefly, the
bone man wondered if he looked scary to the young dragons. He
was nothing more than a skeleton covered by a robe, after all.
But after examining those near him, Zeph concluded that there
were those who were more fearsome than him. Stretching his
bone wings, the man noticed that something was approaching
from the sky. Turing his attention towards it, he realized that it
must be the mother of the hatchings, come to view the bonding
for herself. Wondering what she was like and what her arrival
would mean, Zeph's gaze settled back on the eggs. No more had
hatched, but several were rocking wildly.
Only time would tell what would come out of them.
Émer
17 Mar 2010, 2:40pm
So many of the little dragonets were starting to move around

and really take in the people. Well, beings, since not all of them
could be classified by the human term of 'people'. There were
Fallen Angels, Humans, Nymphs, Witches... Clones... everything
imaginable, it seemed. Dragons sure were popular, Emer
observed, as her eyes narrowed, listening to the low rumble of
the adult male dragon as he seemed to take offense to how
close she, Bayley, and Opalette were to his large son. Making a
face before wandering off, she sat down and leaned up against a
big rock, still relatively close to the Pint-sized Egg, whilst
letting her eyelids drift down till she could only see a little bit of
the goings-on around her.
Seeing the little Alice being ganged up on by two mischievous

little dragons, she smiled to herself before giggling, and then
she stretched and closed her eyes fully for a little nap. It wasn't
that she didn't care about the bonding--oh, she desperately
wanted a little lizard to nom on her and decide she belonged to
it! No, really... That wasn't sarcasm; she means it literally.
However, she knew by now that the dragonets would choose
whomever they wanted, not the other way around, and so...
chillaxing and waiting was as good a strategy as any other,
especially with the clutchmother winging her way over to the
partay that she seemed to be late to.
Oh, Emer, don't you dare tell that to the momma lizard! She'll
nom your head right off!
Smiling to herself, the nymph stretched again and then opened

her eyes after thinking about it for a moment, and staring at
various little dragons. All of the intricate Water and Forest
babies caught her eye, despite the fact that nearly all of them
were otherwise occupied than to pay attention to a lazy woman
and her laziness. Not to mention the fact that she was near
enough to the father's tail that a little flick of it and she'd be
sprawled, and witless with the impact no doubt.
Most of the rest of the hulking male's children were far away
from him (well, wandering away and/or in th eprocess of
wandering away) as they scouted out the humans, causing
good-natured (and sometimes not-so-good-natured) humor and
chaos.
Thomas
Opaque Villager
17 Mar 2010, 11:21pm
All around Tom, the hatching was getting into full swing. The
entire burnt-out clearing smelled of raw meat, and the air
crackled with excitement. This certainly wasn't what he had
been planning on doing today. It was fun, though, in its own
way. Tom enjoyed being around so many people, and watching
all the dragons hatch was nothing sort of amazing.
"Very clever, too, for being so young," he added to Tobias.

Glancing past the older soldier, he noted, "There's a lot more
of them coming, too." He swept his gaze over the crowd; a
young girl was being stalked, it seemed, by a pair of more
predatory dragonets. Tom felt the urge to go and help, but she
seemed to have plenty of protectors already, and with all the
meat about, it shouldn't be too hard for them to distract the
hungry young things. Speaking of which...he'd given the last of
his meat to the Saucy Plains Dragon. With all these new
hatchlings coming, he'd need some more.
He turned to make his way to the meat table, weaving between

several people, most of whom he didn't know. He caught a
glimpse of Evangeline, darting about trying to feed every
hungry baby in sight, and smiled to himself. That was just like
her. Passing near Jessari, he reassured himself that the blue
winged girl seemed to be getting on just fine. Reaching the
meat table, he began to gather up a few more chunks of the
stuff, disregarding the juices dribbling on his shirt and jacket -
he'd never been one to worry excessively about getting dirty. He
could always wash them later, anyway.
Murmurings around him caught his ear, and he looked around,

glancing skyward as he saw several others doing. "Here comes
Mama..." he commented under his breath. Hopefully she had a
better temper than the father dragon...
Aidan
Opaque Villager
19 Mar 2010, 1:55am
Along with the other group of people that had rushed to Alice’s
aid, another man followed soon after Aidan had rushed over.
Nice. Quite the rescue group the girl had assembled for herself
here. And the two dragons were getting so much attention for
themselves, he was sure they were enjoying it. Their all-too-
amused expression and words made Aidan feel at ease, if only a
bit slightly. It seemed that the two dragons were not going to
eat her. It appeared that they wanted to have fun more than
anything. It was something he’d do if he was a newly hatched
dragonet that could terrorize people. Incidently, he was not, so
he’d stick to trying to give Alice an easier time with things, or
at least, impress the dragonets enough to have them avert their
attention elsewhere.
The two little dragonets did not seem to pay much heed to
anything besides the small girl, but they did respond to his
offers. “A guy like me doesn’t delay.” he said coolly before he
turned around, hands still gross from the raw meat and skate
down, weaving between people and dragonets (staying far, far
away from Papa Dragon) and finding himself once again at the
dragonet buffet table. Tying to flick off as much of the yuck as
he could, he picked two bowls up and filled them about halfway
with water, maybe a touch more. It wasn’t hard to skate on the
ground but it wasn’t smooth enough for him to go through and
over back to the dragonet twins quickly and with as much water
intact as possible if the bowls were filled any higher. By the
time he made his way back, one left, another joined in, and the
girl was offering up a bowl of her own to the two reptiles that
were very much teasing her in a not-so-pleasant way.
“Hey, here’s your water.” He placed both bowls on the ground

and skated backwards slightly, careful to make sure no one was
behind him. His brown eyes focused on the siblings, and he
smiled at them charmingly. “Seconds? Thirds? Fifteenths?
You name it, I’ll get on right over with no delay at all.”
And free of charge. Well sort of. All the dragons had to do was
be good and not eat the girl. And since this wasn’t his bonding,
all the skater kid could do was be polite and kind and hope the
dragons would be good.
And with all this commotion right in front of her, of course he

wouldn’t notice Papa Dragon looking up at Mama Dragon coming
below. Was Aidan in for a big surprise.
Kallisto
Polished Villager
19 Mar 2010, 8:50pm
Kallisto's emerald eyes glittered, taking in everything around

her. She had decided not to go and tend to Jessari, as many
others had rushed to her aid. there was not much the cat-
woman could do even if she had approached her, so rushing
over was illogical. The two dragonet's continued pestering the
one poor girl while the Heculean Mountain Dragon had
proceeded to bite someone, not seeming keen to let go.
Kallisto chuckled, having seen such antics back home of

Delearia. The Saucy Plains Dragon seemed to be deep in
coversation while the Recalcitrant Water Dragon Evangeline
was trying to feed took her meat and ran. The only one who
didn't seem to want to interact with the humaniods was the
Versitile Forest Dragon. He perched upon his father and
watched the hopefuls wander about, trying to talk to the
dragonets. Kallisto wondered what he was looking for.
The sounds of squirming and shrills cries filled the air. The other
eggs were breaking, cracks running up and down their colourful
sides, chips flaking off and landing on the charred ground.
Kallisto raised her head to the sky, the sound of rushing wind
catching her attention. The Queen was approaching.
Updated by Kallisto on 19 Mar 2010, 8:54pm
Donovan Bloom
20 Mar 2010, 8:09am
Donovan still stood somewhat separated from the larger group

of people. Outwardly, he appeared calm, but thoughts were
racing in his head. He could see people interacting with the
dragons, though he was unable to see any of the hatchlings
clearly—that is, until one of them decided to climb onto the
back of the huge father dragon. Donovan watched the forest
dragon curiously. Why was it separating itself from its siblings?
Was it feeling rushed? Bored? Claustrophobic? Or maybe it was
just gaining a better vantage point.
Donovan could feel his exhaustion slowly creeping up on him,

both mentally and physically. The initial burst of adrenaline was
wearing off, and he was starting to feel the effects of the long
trek here. He decided to stay where he was for the time being,
keeping his eye on the forest dragon until something else
invariably caught his attention…
…Which it did, not long after. Donovan glanced again at Mikal,

expecting him to still be intently watching his young interacting
with the strangers. Instead, though, the dragon was watching
the skies. Following his gaze, Donovan was surprised to see a
second dragon making her way towards them gracefully through
the air. He couldn’t help but shiver a little; hopefully the mother
dragon would have a better temper than Mikal.
(Sorry for the lame post; finals week has temporarily killed my
brain and my muse went with it.)
Kisten
Opaque Villager
20 Mar 2010, 2:07pm
OoC:
WHEN SOMEONE BONDS: Please be polite, and do NOT post
in the cbox or anywhere saying who bonded and what they
bonded to UNTIL that person posts here, or says it
somewhere. It's no fun to ruin the surprise for them. ):
Descriptions can be found on the first page, beneath the
eggs. :)
IC:
The Versatile Forest Dragon was content on his perch, his

eyes shifting over candidates in no rush at all. It would take
time, but he would perhaps be the most confident of all when he
did bond. For now, he would watch over his siblings, a quiet but
stable presence.
Those eggs that took so long to hatch were coming apart left
and right.
The pyramidal shell of the Arenose Monolith Egg could take

the excitement no more, crumbling to dust to leave behind the
sneezing Fierce Mountain Dragon. A few moments had cleared
his nose, and he clambered up and over his father's tail to
assess he humanoids with a critical stare similar to his Forest
brother.
With a hiss towards no one and everyone, the broad-shouldered

beast paced back and forth for some time before venturing into
the crowd. He did not accept meat from anyone, simply pausing
every so often to shoot a warning glare at anyone that got too
close. Trying to pick a fight? Probably. Only those that consider
themselves brave should even try to approach him.
With a crinkle of cellophane wrapping, the Special Delivery!

Egg revealed it's contents. Somewhat confused at why it was
caught up in the stuff to begin with, the young Dragonet found
herself in a tangle. The stuff was still stuck on her tail, dragging
along after her as she fussed.
In short matter of time the Majestic Plains Dragon had

wandered nearer to Jessari and Nero and those nearby, wiggling
her tail. These people looked helpful. Perhaps one of them
would aid her in the removal of this...stuff ? She was more
ridiculous than majestic, with clear wrapping stuck to her. ):
Just where the X marked the spot on the Twisted Travels Egg,
a light snout appeared. In a matter of moments the map had
been torn to shreds, pieces falling to leave behind another little
girl. The Adventurous Plains Dragon shook the pieces from
her nimble body and boldly made her way to the attendants.
Head swinging from side to side, it was clear that she was on
the prowl for something.
What attracted the little creature was a sound and not

movement- she oriented towards it in a matter of seconds. It
was a bit unexpected and more than welcome. That, and she
really didn't care for others trying to impress her. She would go
where she pleased as she pleased.
Quietly, so as not to disturb the humming, the Dragonet

approached Zoey. Lapping up some water, she dribbled a little
onto the ground, but was otherwise stationary, eyes closing to
listen to the girl. A low vibration rumbled from the creature's
throat, as she mirrored the melody with surprising accuracy.
Don't stop now!
Dazzling Water Dragon had also hatched into a dizzying array

of specks and fragments from the Awkward Spirals Egg. Lean
and large, he was big for his species as he waded through the
shells of his siblings and over the tail of his father. With striking
marks, he was most certainly a looker even as a younger, damp
hatchling.
What didn't take long was for him to locate a source of meat
that had been neglected by his siblings for the most part. If
they didn't want it- well, who was he to object? He sauntered
over to Renaud and flicked his fins, tossing him an imperious
look. He'd take that meat you have there.
The Red-blooded Spartan Egg could not be contained for

longer. With a tremendous roar the Perilous Mountain Dragon
burst onto the scene. She seemed a good deal annoyed as she
snapped at the air, tail lashing from side to side as her hulking
frame ambled along with the awkwardness of first steps.
With a huff she stood still, and finally chose to growl at Zeph,
whose lack of flesh may have confused her. Smoke snorted from
her nostrils, her bulky figure tensing up like a particularly nasty
Rottweiler.
A lazy woman and her lazy behaviors may not have been noticed
by all, but in the sudden excitement of new hatchlings the
Beautiful Danger Egg had hatched unnoticed. It's occupant,
the Curious Water Dragon, had taken it upon herself to
clamber up the far side of the rock Emer leaned against. Quite
stealthy, this may have given a bit of start (but did save the
poor girl's life as Mikal would not risk lashing out at his child)
as a slimy snout was shoved into the side of her neck and hot
air breathed out. Why, hello.
Kallisto's eyes may have been raised to the sky, and thus she
missed the hatching of the quiet Second Chance Egg. not for
long, anyway, as the Dragonet had noticed the lack of attendees
that were alone and willing to handle a hungry stomach.
Excuse me. The Satirical Forest Dragon Male interceded, tail

brushing against one of the girl's legs to get her attention. I
don't suppose you have something for me to eat? It's
impolite to stare.
The mother of the clutch wasn't so much late as she was

bringing in extra supplies- as her bright form drew nearer it
could be seen that she was carrying two heavy barrels- one of
water and one of vegetarian delights. Those were dropped down
and a few seconds later her feet hit the ground. One of the
largest Plains Dragons ever seen, she was a magnificent sight to
behold, with elegant limbs and an aura of unmistakable
leadership. A soft nuzzle was given to her larger mate and the
young Forest that perched upon his back. Soon enough she had
opened the two, careful to spread out the colorful contents of
the edible one, while setting up a ladle at the water. I am
Reyleith. I am glad to see you have all arrived in time to
witness the hatching of my children. Please take some
water or fruit if you need it. Inspecting her young but not
disturbing them (and they did not bother her in return), the
Queen folded her wings and waited. The presence of their
mother would embolden the group, and as she did not send any
humanoids away they grew more and more confident that their
own could be found.
With the Recalcitrant Water Dragon, Inculpatus certainly had

his hands full. Bending down with a finger wasn't the best idea,
as it was given a quick bite- food before touching, after all.
Thankfully it released right away, and caused a painful but not
extensive injury. I suggest you find some, before some
others seek food from you. There is meat over yonder. She
can show you A long tail curled in the direction of the meat
table and Karina. Perhaps if you bring me something from
there, I will tell you how we Dragons are so intelligent as
we hatch. He wasn't going to go about doing things for free
now.
The Savvy Water Dragon listened to Evangeline thoughtfully,

although the girl's logic seemed a bit off. There is plenty of
time to make friends with everyone, but a true friendship
is solid and usually forged with time. Going fast may make
you fast friends, but you want the ones that will stand by
you no matter what.
As for the bonding, the lizardly being offered up a graceful

shrug. I cannot say for certain. We are all as different as
you humanoids are. Matches are not so easily found. We
Dragons will search until the very end, all across the
world, for our special match. Yours may not be born yet,
or not for a thousand more years. You won't know, until
they find you. Don't worry though, it may not be about
being soul mates for all Dragons, just someone that you
can get along with. You can't go looking for them, only be
patient, and someday it will work out. She finished, licking
her lips thoughtfully. Perhaps Evangeline would have something
to offer her, in return for this valuable information she had set
out?
Both Chill Plains Dragon and the Prized Water Dragon were
happily listening to Alice's ramblings. You don't have to be a
full course meal.Just a low-calorie snack. They chimed
pleasantly, although the Water Dragon did eye the thing that
kept its body from frying out in the parched landscape. Pour
that over me. The Plains kept an eye on Bayley and the meat,
but did little more as Aidan scrambled off and quickly returned.
Now that was service.
Put this on my watery sibling, as well. The Plains instructed,

giving Bayley a stare that suggested she could help, too.
The Herculean Mountain Dragon had yet to relinquish his grip

on Solus, head angled slightly at the voice. This one behaved
perhaps childishly, but then again he was young and hungry.
One eye watched the meat held in the other hand, and slowly
the pressure was released and the meat snagged. Swallowing it
hastily, the creature began to lap up the water. Awwh, Dragons
weren't so bad now, were they?
In the mean time, a knowing look had passed between mother

and daughter, as the Saucy Plains Dragon meandered between
the candidates. Something had tickled her senses, a tingle of
excitement making her all the more urgent as she searched
through the admirers. They were here, she was getting closer,
could feel their presence pulsating in the air.
Lovely blue eyes widened in surprise, as the one she sought

became visible. Her pace quickened as she ignored all others,
eyes focused on one and only one humanoid. Destiny could not
have been clearer in that moment as she came to a halt before
them, looking them over eagerly. Everything about them was
new and familiar at the same time, and in the Dragonet's heart
she knew that she had found her match.
For the time words were given to one person and the rest left to
wonder what took place between the pair. It seems we were
looking for each other. The Ingenious Amazon declared, a
bond like fire flaring to life between their minds. I am Cyren,
and you are my dearest Mercy. She winked and mouthed the
girl's hand gently. Don't let my siblings know I called you
that. I can't have them thinking me weak, although I will
be quite unfit for battle if you do not feed me soon.
Updated by Kisten on 21 Mar 2010, 8:08pm
Solus
Opaque Villager
21 Mar 2010, 7:43pm
Solus chuckled as he watched the creature closely. It was large,

bumbly, and it’s feet looked too big for it’s body. He could
imagine it looked rather odd when in motion, and perhaps even
odder when in flight. But it was still rather cute; a fact he’d
never admit to anyone unless threatened with unimaginable
torture or death. He had an image to uphold, after all. The blue-
eyed warrior regarded the large, awkward looking creature as it
snatched the meat away from him, and gulped it down quickly.
Something this large would undoubtedly grow to be larger, and

require a lot of food. Solus could only imagine it could bleed a
fellow dry if they had to buy that food for it, but maybe the
creature came with an instinctual hunting ability. That would be
handy. The dragon was now noisily slurping at the water, and
Solus continued to watch it closely.
“See?” he said at last. “I thought you might be thirsty. How’s

that empty stomach? Getting fuller?” he asked, smiling slightly.
There were creases at the corners of his eyes, showing that he
smiled often, though never when his helmet was off; very few
had ever seen a peaceful or contented expression on the
Mandalorian’s face, so this was a rare surprise. “You still
hungry? I could probably manage to find you some more meat,
if everyone hasn’t bled that table dry…”
He paused for a moment. “Do you…have a name?” Could it even

talk? In his experience, most of the animals around here did,
which weirded him out a bit. “I know you just hatched, but
surely you have an idea of what you’d like to be called. I could
help you figure something out, if you’d like.”
Émer
21 Mar 2010, 7:47pm
Why, hello, indeed! Ém was startled out of her trance by the

sound of claws on stone and the feel of a hot breath on her
neck. Sitting up and creaking one eye open, she smiled prettily
at the Water who had decided to come check out the lazing
nymph. Holding one hand out (there was meat in it, of course!)
she held the other out flat, clearly for sniffing. Émer trusted her
reflexes enough that she wouldn't really lose much if the little
girl didn't want to just sniff, but find herself another snack. A
whole pile of meat was still in Émer's lap, seeing as she'd only
given out one piece so far, to her Herculean Mountain brother.
"You're a silly little girl, aren't you? Well, come down here
and get some good food to fill your belly. You can go
bonding someone without it, now can you?"
The woman's voice was soft, soothing, and very caring. She was
a mother, and the dragon mother would recognize that tone of
voice, as if speaking to a young son or daughter. Her lips curled
up tenderly as if all she wanted was the best for this bright little
life, so new to the world, and yet knowing so much already. The
urge to protect flared inside of her as fiercely as the Mountain
father's had with Jessari, and yet... she was much, much subtler
about it, as opposed to lashing at everyone and giving glares
and growls. No, she would instead make slight innuendos, and
warn, give people chances first. Of course... that was only if the
danger wasn't imminent.
"Oh, girl, do you think you're the one for me?"
It was a comment made for both of them, as Émmy pulled out a

bowl and a small flask of water from seemingly nowhere.
Pouring said water into also-said bowl, the nymph set it down
next to the meat in her lap, as she smiled some more and
continued speaking, enjoying this little dragon's company, "Ah,
you see? It's warm out, you must be thirsty. Let me know
if you'd like some more."
Without much warning, the nymph poured some of the water

from the flask into her hand and flicked it on the Curious Water
female, giggling and holding her breath; hopefully the parents
didn't take her joking around as a bad thing, as what could be
bad? Water with a Water dragon... on a nice, warm day, with a
bright sun? If anything, it should be good, especially since it
was done with kindness and fun behind it!
Glancing up to see the new dragonets running around freely, she

smiled, watching the other Water brothers and sisters, as well
as keeping her eye on a few of the lithe Forests.
"Oh, those wicked two! Poor girl, being harassed like that.
I hope she's all right, and they don't hurt her," Émer
mused out loud in regards to the Chill Plains and the Prized
Water dragons and their bothering of Alice.
Biting her lip, she glanced around some more, taking in the
sights of the newly-hatched Satirical Forest wrapping himself
around another of her acquaintance's legs, giggling to herself
with glee for those she knew. Oh, even if she didn't get a bond,
she'd be thrilled to see her friends get some! Nearby, the young
and precocious miniature of Mikal was going around, the
Mountain male making her raise her eyes in surprise. Well, she
wouldn't want to go anywhere close to him... no, not if she
valued her life and limbs at least.
Grinning as she saw the very handsome Dazzling Water Dragon

taking meat from her dear Renaud, she murmured to the
Curious Water still by her, "Oh, your siblings are just
magnificent, but you, you are the jewel amongst them all,
coming up to me like this. How many of your prideful
family members would have just skipped me over, hmm?
Oh, you're such a darling!"
Updated by Émer on 21 Mar 2010, 8:14pm
Zoey
Opaque Villager
21 Mar 2010, 7:58pm
Zoey sat still with her eyes closed. She'd almost finished the
song, when she heard something lapping at the water near her.
She quickly opened her eyes to see the small Adventurous
Plains Dragon start to hum along with her. Nearing the end she
decided to start the song over again, when it finished she held
her hand out towards the little dragonet, "You have a lovely
voice, little one. I hope you liked the lullaby. My mother
used to sing it to me." She smiled sweetly, her patience had
paid off, not that it meant she was in the clear.
The sun shone brightly, very few clouds covered the sky, making
the day seem perfect for a bonding. Zoey left her hand a few
inches away from the dragonet, she didn't want to startle her.
Kallile
Polished Villager
21 Mar 2010, 9:16pm
Watching the mother touch down and introduce herself, Kallile

gave a lazy but as-formal-as-could-be two fingered salute to her
and remained silent. What the heck were you supposed to say to
a Queen dragon? Hey, awesome job on the kids? She thought
not.
But the idea of fruit did sound tempting, and as such there were
no callers around her eyeing the large-ish slap of meat she held
onto. Hauling herself onto her feet with gentle and practiced
ease, Kallile stretched and began an easy and slow paced walk
towards the offerings of fruit set out by the Queen. If the meat
happened to attract a hatchling on her way there, so be it.
The smell of fruit hit her immediately and the werewolf woman
let out a soft sigh. Ah, precious fruits. She hadn't had fresh
fruit in so long, she didn't really care what kinds Planet had to
offer. Surely the mother wouldn't dare try and poison a potential
bond to her own kids.
Approaching the barrel (and doing her best to pick her way
around those already in conversation with hatchlings. She
wasn't the jealous type--she'd stay out of it.) she gave quick
inspection of what was offered before picking out something
that looked vaguely familiar.
A little on the green and orange mixed side, both the color and
smell reminded her of a mango from back home--a rare delicacy
in the part of the world she had once lived in. Only this one was
particularly large--about the size of her head. Hefting it into her
arms she gave another nod of acknowledgment and thanks to
the royal pair and the little first-born on his father's back before
she started picking her way back to her original spot.
Plopping herself down Indian-style, she pulled out a pocket

knife and started carving at the large fruit. The sweet scent
from within was enough to make her mouth water and she cut
out a chunk to toss into her mouth. The flavors within were a
blast of tropical heaven and Kallile closed her eyes to savor it.
Poor little hatchlings after the uncooked meat--if they only knew
the sweet treats they were missing.
Alice Gray
21 Mar 2010, 9:39pm
There was a shuddering quality to the earth as the mother

dragon landed, finally catching Alice’s attention. Hojeeze. She
was big, not as big as the dad but still really, really big. Would
the dragons hanging off of her right now grow to be that size?
Probably with genes coming from those two.
These two dragons would definitely be pillaging villages when
they were older, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind. The mother
dragon had brought food for all of the people here, it seemed.
Lots of colourful fruit and a huge barrel of water! Ho man...
So... beautiful... If she wasn’t practically tangled up in
hatchlings she would have probably run over, giant dragon or
not. But back to the problem at hand...
Everyone else seemed to be taking her imminent DEATH! Rather

lightly so maybe it wasn’t so imminent... Maybe. She wasn’t
sure she was completely ready to chance that but she did relax
a little, shoulders slumping.
“If I had just hatched I would want something tastier than a
tough and chewy kid. But then I guess the three of us are
rather different.”
Even to Alice, an omnivore and one told never to eat raw meat,
the raw meat was starting to look pretty good. After roots and
whatever else you could find for a week (and pop tarts. She
would NEVER eat another pop tart again!) anything looked
delicious.
“Pour it...?” Over her? Alice paused a moment to look the

dragon who had made the strange request up and down. Well
the scaly thing was longer and spindlier then the other, and it
also had fin-like growths, too. Maybe it was like... a water kind
of dragon?
This thought was pretty much verified by the other, less spindly
dragon when it said “watery sibling”.
“So you’re a water dragon?” Alice asked, feeling a little lame in
having to ask. She really knew nothing about this place or the
different types of dragons. While she asked she poured (wasted!
By Yepha she was thirsty!) water over the scaly body of the
water dragon, trying to make the scant amount last awhile, she
even went so far as the help the water along by touching one of
the clawed hands that was currently threatening her life to get
the water all the way to the fingers there. If you were going to
do something, do it right the first time.
“I hate when my hands dry out,” Alice said, not thinking about
what she was doing. As scary as they had been in their
approach they now seemed to be just joking around. Or, that’s
what it almost sounded like to the twelve year old. She looked
to the other dragon, the non-water dragon.
“I guess you’re not a water dragon then... Do you know what

kind of dragon you are?”
It sort of looked like the father dragon, but maybe even more
like the mum. Then again, to the untrained eye (just the kind of
eyes Alice had) the two seemed rather similar. Dad was bulkier
and bigger but that was normal for most species, right? The
man was bigger and, usually, tougher then the female? Seemed
about right.
Updated by Alice Gray on 21 Mar 2010, 10:07pm
Mercy
Opaque Villager
21 Mar 2010, 10:16pm
(Oh, wow! Thank you~)

(Edit-- oops-- the color doesn't appear to be showing up
correctly. ...help?)
(Okay, fixed. Sorry, not used to HTML~)
Mercy’s eyes locked onto the hatchling’s as the young dragon

finally saw her, then with a jolt of excitement the girl realized
that she was coming right towards her. And the excitement
wasn’t only her own, it was the hatchling’s too, though how she
could have known this Mercy had no idea. Looking into the
dragon’s soul as she gazed back, Mercy felt a kindred spirit
burning like the brightest flame, like the fiercest spark, and she
knew that they were perfect for each other.
Her new Bonded spoke in her mind, as Mercy knelt next to her.
The girl smiled, and her hair and eyes glowed like the brightest
fire. “Of course,” she said, grinning. “You’re the bravest, fiercest
person I know.” Cyren wanted food, she realized suddenly, as
she grew accustomed to the connection. Hurriedly, she brought
her hand forward, holding the meat. It didn’t seem gross at all
now; she was fully concentrating on the Dragonet. Watching
Cyren, she realized that she completely trusted the young
dragon, and she’d protect her too. She’d never felt this loyal
toward anyone, ever, and she knew she’d protect the plains
dragon with her life and Cyren would do the same. Their bond
was something Mercy never could have imagined, and she was
so grateful that they had finally found each other. They were
meant to be Bonds, pure and simple. She knew it in her heart.
Other humanoids were still trying their luck with Bonding to the
dragons, but Mercy didn’t even notice. She was still in her own
little world with Cyren, and they were both caught up in the fact
that they were Bonded.
Cyren finished gulping down her food, and Mercy stood as the
dragon nudged at her feet. “Come with me,” she said to her
Bonded. “I’ll show you where we live. Though recently, it hasn’t
exactly been inhabited that much; I tend to be off in various
other places most of the time.”
Of course, replied Cyren. It wouldn’t be exciting if we
weren’t on adventures. And of course-- now I will be there
along with you.
Fiery light echoed across their link, and Mercy smiled again.
Together, they made their way through the others; bold, proud,
and together for the first time as Bonded.
Updated by Mercy on 21 Mar 2010, 10:20pm
Kallisto
21 Mar 2010, 10:20pm
Dragons. Such fantastic creatures. Ancient and frightening,

strong and beauitful. People feared them almost as much as
they longed for them. They were foreign, yet everyone knew
about them. Most of the enemies on Kallisto's home planet had
been large, scaly beasts, though none of them resembling
dragons in the least. Many more dragonets had hatched,
included two mountain dragons that looked very irritated
indeed.
Kallisto paused for a moment, emerald eyes on the new,

wriggling bodies, inspecting them before returning her gaze to
the sky. The mother was getting close indeed, close enough to
begin seeing her form in more detail....
The tigress had not seen the hatching of the Second Chance
egg, though she did here the scrabbling claws of a dragonet
drawing near. She hadn't expected to be approached though.
Kallisto, smoothly returned her gaze to the earth, cocked her

head to the side, slitted eyes regarding the dragonet before her
curiously. "Of course, Young One." She addressed the
Satirical Forest Dragon lifting the meat that had rested on
one of her knees and offering it him. Her other hand rested on
the other peice meat on her opposite knee, her tail snaking
around her body, curling around one of the peice she kept on
the ground. "And my apologies. It is not my intention to
offend anyone." The ears on either side of the top of her head
flickered, the sounds of wings catching her attention.
Kallisto listened attentively to Reyleith. whether the Queen saw

it or not, the tigress offered her a bow, slightly bending at the
waist, looking rather respectful for someone who was sitting
down. Because of her feline nature, her more beastial senses
picked up on the electricity that passed throguh the air. The fur
along her spine lifted slightly, not out of fear or anxiety, but
simply because she was unfimiliar with the feeling. Was that a
Bond? She couldn't be sure. She turned back to the Dragonet
beside her, ears up and alert. "So, Young One, do you feel
any connection with any of these people." Her inquiry was
curious, but not intrusive. The Satirical Forest Dragon was
free to disregard her question if he wished.
Updated by Kallisto on 28 Mar 2010, 9:54pm
Zeph
Opaque Villager
21 Mar 2010, 10:36pm
The young dragons seemed to be warming up to the group,

chatting with several of the humaniods and generally getting
along with everyone. Or so Zeph could see from his seat, since
he didn't dare look around too much. No, his attention was fixed
on the wiggling eggs. Without warning, they started to hatch,
releasing a multitude of dragonets into this dusty setting.
One of the eggs he had been eying with interest broke apart as
the creature inside roared loudly. Zeph watched as the large
female snapped and slashed at the sky, having obviously
hatched in a bad mood. As the hatchling stalked towards him,
the bone man got a better view of the young dragon, tipping his
head to the side as a growl was directed at him.
"Hello to you too." he said dryly, a skeletal hand gesturing

towards the meat piled in front of him. "If you are hungry, you
are welcome to take this meat." Perhaps her mood would
improve if she was fed. On the other hand, it looked like she
was about to pounce on him. Glancing down, he briefly
wondered if his bones looked that appetizing.
Still focusing on the Perilous Mountain Dragon, Zeph listened

to the mother dragon land and offer up food and water to those
present. It was kind of her to do so, although he needed no food
to sustain him.
Noah
Opaque Villager
21 Mar 2010, 10:55pm
As the familiar hand was woven into his scruffy hair, Noah felt
the warmth of Theo's skin ebbing into the back of his neck as he
shifted to look over at his friend, a pleasant smile worming onto
his face. Listening calmly to his friend's worrisome tone, the
boy chuckled and met the man's caution with blissful ignorance.
He was glad, touched you could say even, that Theo cared to
the degree of warning him, but yet he still dismissed the
foresight swiftly, all too eager to think that no one was here to
hurt any of them, even the baby dragons themselves.
When Theo referred to a girl, though, he was at a loss. Brow

wrinkling to enhance a puzzled expression, Noah turned his
head gently to the side, trying to recall who his friend was
reminding him of. "Hmm? Sum'un got...hurt?" Reluctantly
turning to face the direction Theo had beckoned, a look of
horror swept over his usual jolly face. Soft green eyes widened
as Noah felt himself recoil slightly, watching the girl who had
been, apparently, struck by the father dragon. Having been to
busy looking at the mass of babies and overwhelmed with the
joys of new birth, the wolf slinky hadn't even noticed all the
commotion, and in contrast was feeling the shock wash over him
now. Leathery lips pulling into an uncomfortable frown, his
needy expression bobbed up to meet the eyes of Theo, but
found something startlingly different instead, the sight only
startling his throbbing heart.
While Noah had been examining the shaken girl, Theo had
collapsed onto his knees only a few paces behind him, a hand
gripping at his side as a thick, crimson ooze began to pull itself
from in between his fingers. A hollow shudder rocked through
Noah's own chest and body, sending an unwelcome pulse
through his soul. Gritted fingers releasing the clasps of meat
and leaving them to plop into the ashen dust, the young boy
squirmed over towards his spontaneously wounded companion,
one hand firmly placed on his shoulder for support while the
other rested atop Theo's own grip. "Oh my gosh! Theo! Wha'
happen'd?" His voice had a certain level of hysteria in it, hard
as he might to remain calm and helpful in the situation. His own
fingers had already been smothered in a thin lap of blood from
holding the chunks of meat, and now the stream of fresh fluid
splashed onto his palm and wrist, his fingers pushing against
the wound to helplessly coax the blood back inside. 'Oh dear, oh
dear, oh dear!'
Hopelessly concerned for his cohort, Noah was at a loss of what

to say and do, for once in his life. Ragged breaths were tugged
from his lungs, the rasping of his throat a bitter noise and a
side effect of his desperation. "It doesn't hurt too bad, hmm?
Oh jeez, tha' was a dumb question! Jeebers, I'm terribly
sorry! It's just... I dunno wha' to do! I ain't trained in this
kinda stuff er anythin'... You'll be okay though, won't ya
buddy?" Taking a deep swallow as his babbling stopped
suddenly, his horrid attempt at a calm expression faltered even
more as his voice lowered into a hushed whisper. "Please..." It
seemed silly he was actually asking his wounded chum to get
better, but really, you couldn't expect a lot from a boy only
fifteen! Much less one who'd only ever dealt with the scratches
on your knees you'd get after falling of a bicycle. He felt
chillingly useless and worried.
It was the rumbling mass of the mother dragon that distracted

Noah from his friend's condition, his body shifting to the side to
allow room for both himself and for Theo to see what was going
on. The mother was a beautiful plains, and as she placed two
big barrels and spilled the contents of one for all the see, she
greeted the humans as well as her mate politely. Looking back
to the hatchlings, Noah noticed with a glow of joy that more of
the babies had now sprouted from their shells, and even more
were wriggling free from their captivity. Soon the bondings
would truly start, and he wanted to be sure that all of the little
ones had at least a single offering to munch on. Without
releasing his hand from atop of Theo's, Noah stretched over and
grabbed the slabs of meat and reeled them back towards him,
leaving them a moment on the floor in front of him. With his
free hand, he grabbed Theo's other wrist and pulled it slowly so
it was open and facing up, and quickly put one of the pieces of
meat in it, giving him a playful wink as he grabbed the other for
himself. With that, he stretched out his hand and smiled as he
waited and watched, seeing the little wonders stir and shuffle
about. Silently, he willed for one of them to come and take a nip
at Theo's meat, perhaps cheer him up a bit. It'd be even better
if it was one of the ones without such an acid tongue, he
decided with a grin.
Renaud le Gant
Glittery Villager
22 Mar 2010, 12:18am
It didn't go unnoticed what was going around Renaud... that

was, until one of the dazzling creatures stopped in front of him,
looking quite hungrily at the heaping bowl of meat he had.
Indeed, all of his other siblings had ignored him in that respect,
for the bowl was almost the diameter of his long, limby arms. A
bright smile came to his face and he knelt down, setting the
bowl carefully on the ground before picking up one of the pieces
that looked to be suitable for a large Dragonet of his size.
"You are quite a handsome creature, darling." He said, allowing

the meat to be snatched away, careful of his fingers before
turning to notice that the Lady had landed. A twinkle of respect
filled his eyes, noticing that she had brought more water and
fruit treats for her children. Would his little friend want fruit? He
pulled his hand away as another piece was snatched... Water
likely. "Would you like me to get you some water? Perhaps just
for your scales, you do not look like you should be on the hot
ground for too much longer." He knew fins when he saw them.
A fine idea hit him as he looked at the large bowl, torn between
keeping it neat and clean, or doing what he had thought of
doing. It would make a nice little pool if he filled it. He looked
around a little, offering another piece as he tried to decide. If
he left the little one alone with the meat, he might gobble it and
choke... but a pool was a fine offer. "My little friend, I would
leave you with the meat, but I do not trust your newborn tummy
not to choke you..." He said with a little laugh, dangling another
meaty treat for him.
Tobias Creed
22 Mar 2010, 1:12am

"Too many pet names floatin' around for my liking," Tobias
huffed. Voices crooning 'darling', 'little one', 'friend'; it was
enough to make him vomit. The hatchlings weren't even small!
Like tigers that had already been given their preliminary
hunting stripes, they had all the equipment. And he would not
condescend to something dangerous, no more than he would rub
such a tiger under its chin.
He had watched the Saucy Plains bond to Mercy, his head

cocked to the side. For the life of him, he couldn't understand
how it worked. There was too much kismet involved for him to
feel comfortable. Free will, and the influence of variants were
ideas he lived by. Destiny had no place in his mantras. "They're
saying that these Bonds are meant to be. Who decides
that? Is there no choice at all? It's like she was
hypnotized, or something." He swung an arm in Mercy and
Cyren's direction. For the first time, doubt tickled at his
stomach.
There might be time for regrets later. In the here and now, the
mother dragon had deposited food and water for them, a most
gracious gesture. Tobias watched as Kallile took a mango-like
object from the barrel before deciding to follow suit. He was
hungry, and as there was no such thing as a free lunch (you had
to brave dragon-babies before you got your meal), he'd take
whatever was close and familiar. Walking forth, he dipped his
head to the Queen, murmuring a "Many thanks to ya, miss,"
before withdrawing what could have been an orange.
He set about peeling it on his way back to Thomas, but Zeph's

situation grabbed his eye. The Perilous Mountain Dragon was
sizing him up, as a plaything, a meal, or a Bond, Tobias knew
not. The soldier moved closer in case that wily girl tackled his
bone-friend, but didn't interrupt. Tense and hyper-alert, he
couldn't shake the feeling that something had to go to hell in a
handbasket, and soon.
The orange-fruit peeled easily to reveal hot pink flesh rife with
seeds. Tobias put a segment in his mouth and found the taste to
be pleasantly sour, almost spicy.
Ari
Polished Villager
22 Mar 2010, 1:15am
((ooc: Urg... I had this post all written for the last round but
wasn’t able to get it posted before I had to leave for a week.
I’ve tried to catch up as best I can, but please let me know if I
missed something.))
“Most welcome, young dragon.”

Ari bowed again as the Savvy Water Dragon moved on. She
experienced a moment of mild disappointment, though she
wasn’t sure why. To tell the truth, she was still rather confused
about what exactly was going on. She knew the dragons were
going to choose something because of what the young water
dragon had sent to the crowd, but she was still fuzzy on the
details.
Oh well, details didn’t concern her. She was sure she’d find out
what it all was about soon enough in any case. With the water
dragon gone, Ari had a moment to look around and take in what
was happening. She moved away from the main press of the
crowd, but remained about the same distance from the eggs,
baby dragons and their father that she had been to start with.
With a bit of clear space around her, the were-girl caught a
glimpse of one of the baby dragons climbing onto its father’s
back. She found the sight amusing, but kept the outward signs
of her amusement to a slight smile. She didn’t want to risk
offending the dragons by making them think she was laughing
at them. That would have been very stupid.
After checking to make sure she had enough meat for another
hungry hatchling and finding she had plenty, she did her best to
place herself in a convenient location for the little dragons
without getting closer than was polite or sane (though any
sanity at this point was questionable at best). Her clothes were
fairly well ruined and she looked like she was bleeding to death
or had had someone bleed to death on her. She didn’t really
mind though. She’d needed new clothes anyway.
Then the mother landed. Ari lost all track of the hatchlings and
other attendees as the huge plains dragon arrived. She
managed a polite bow in the queen’s direction that probably
went unnoticed. Then, after taking a deep breath, she turned
her attention back to the little dragons. The were-girl was ready
and waiting for any little one that might want her help getting
fed or something.
Ahora
Opaque Villager
22 Mar 2010, 1:34am
So a dragon had actually approached her. Ahora was taken quite

by suprise, but was also incredibly sad when she left. That was
one of the ones that had hatched so far that she actually
wanted. She was cocky, aloof and well... A dragon, and besides
she needed one like that. So far all her bonds were... Curious,
incredibly loyal and well... Good to a boot. Needless to say, she
was a tad desperate for a change, not that she didn't like her
bonds, she loved them with all her heart, its just one of those
things, y'know?
Sighing softly to herself, the humanoid picked herself off the

ground, sadly grinning at those who were graced with the
prescence of actually getting to talk to a dragon. The waiting
was really rubbing on her ability to be positive. But still, this
time she had better grab a couple peices of meat and not just
one in case another one had the munchies.
It was when she was at the table that the mother had come. Her
breath was simply whisked away, that was one mighty pretty
creature. Majestic, loving, protective... Everything these little
guys probably wanted to grow up to be. Glancing shortly away
from her as she made the speech, Ore looked at everyone else's
expressions and to her suprise the cat-lady bowed. Well not
really to her suprise, more of, it was a tad old fashioned... even
if such a creature seemed to deserve it. Oh well, some people
just had different styles and such.
Returning to her spot, the reptilian humanoid swept her eyes
over the eggs. There were some left and they seemed to scream
that there was still hope left for Ahora. It was simply a matter
of time before the rest hatched and chose a particular person to
bond to. And with all the luck in the world, hopefully one would
pick her.
Spinnerwhelsk
Opaque Villager
22 Mar 2010, 5:07am
Well, that was interesting! Spinnerwhelsk had taken off his

blindfold long enough only to find that he had bumped into,
what else, but a tree a bit away from all the action. With a
grunt, he put back on the blindfold, and began to sniff out the
figures he had heard earlier.
He could smell three things: smelly man-things, things that

smelled like him (but not quite), and... could it be... FOOD!!!!
Spinnerwhelsk nearly squealed with joy, but remembered that
he needed to be as stealthy as possible, since he didn't know
how friendly the man-things were. Or the him-things. Or the
food.
Then again, he could feel his belly rumbling, and there was so
much food! He knew that there was so much stuff over there!
Slowly and blindly, he slunk and stumbled his way, luckily
dodging the minefield of humans and baby dragons until he
bumped into a large basket, filled with yum-yums! He began
grabbing as much as his little claws could handle, and began
chowing down.
Yum!
Bayley
Opaque Villager
22 Mar 2010, 8:25pm
Bayley jumped as the Plains contacted her. "Oh! Water!

Right." she said, watching as Alice poured it out onto the finny
Water Dragon. "It's looks like you're running out quick...
I'll be right back to get some more. Um... here." she said,
pulling out a towel from her bag and laying it on the ground.
She hadn't been sure what to bring, so she figured a towel could
work as a blanket or anything else that she might have needed.
It worked well as she put down the meat she had been carrying
on it and slid it forward towards the dragons. "If you get
hungry." she said quietly, smiling and running off to get some
water from the mother.
As she got nearer, she slowed. Getting close, she bowed

respectfully to the two grown dragons and smiled gently.
"Hello...! Um, I'm not sure what I'm to call you, other
than by your names. Is there a respectful term for
dragons such as yourselves?" she asked, while grabbing a
large bowl to ladle water into. She began by dumping a few
ladlefuls into the bowl, but got frustrated with it quickly.
Thinking quickly, she dunked the bowl into the barrel and pulled
it out. It was just small enough to pull it out without dumping
out a lot of the water. "This should be enough." she said,
wiping the sweat off her forehead. She grabbed two little bowls
and filled them both with fruit, which she then balanced in the
water. The bowls floated within the larger one comfortably. She
bowed again to the parent dragons, careful not to spill anything.
A bit of water came out anyways. "Thank you, Rayleith!" she
said loudly.
Trotting back over to the two dragons and Alice, she felt some
water slosh out of the bowl and over her hands. Oh gosh. Walk
slower! Oh, wait, go faster! Um... oh crud. An apple rolled off
towards her destination, hitting Alice in the foot. Dang it! "He-
here's your water. And I got fruits!" she said, somewhat
jittery now. She had spilled a good amount of the water, but
there was still about 2/3 of it in there. She took the two fruit
bowls out and placed them with the meat, keeping them at a
distance that wouldn't let them be mixed. Hefting the bowl high,
she looked to Alice to grab the other side of it so that they
could slowly dump it over the Water Dragon once Alice was
finished with the first bowl.
Bayley tried to blow sweat off her brow, but it wouldn't go much
of anywhere except in her eyes. She wanted to rub at it, as it
was making her uncomfortable, but at the same time, she
couldn't put down the bowl. If she tried to, she would end up
spilling it, and she probably wouldn't be able to lift it back up
again if she had. She could make it. She furrowed her brow and
hoped that the rest of it would run down her nose rather than
into her eyes.
Aidan
Opaque Villager
23 Mar 2010, 2:01am
Pour the water on her? Aidan wanted to argue in protest, but

looking at the more smooth-scaled creature made him shrug.
Maybe she was a lizard-fish like a sea snake or something. Like
a beached whale that constantly needed to have water chucked
on it to stay alive. He thought for a second, wondering if that
was really the sort of dragon he wanted to raise, but with a
shrug took the bowls and tilted them both on the water dragon’s
serpentine body, pouring them slowly so that the maximum
surface area would be covered by the moisture. Alright, the two
were still sticking to the girl like bees on a fresh flower, making
sure that Alice was as comfortable as she could possibly be. Was
there really anymore he could do here? The two seemed to like
her more than they liked him at any rate.
“Damn, I wish ya’ guys would be all over me like that.” he

commented, almost absently. He was the kid that always did
that in his school, and though his comments weren’t completely
true, they slipped out of his mouth automatically upon thought.
With his hands behind his head, his elbows extended out on
either side of him, Aidan turned to glance at the dragon that
had landed moments ago, not quite as large as Papa Dragon
over there, but still huge, light down with more water and some
fruit. She seemed much more hospitable than her husband (as
she assumed she was of sorts), and even offered her gifts to the
guests. Now wasn’t that nice.
“Well if ya’ don’t mind,” Aidan began, sliding back and forth
against the ground on his skates, slowly backing towards where
the mother had landed, “I’ll go get some fruit over there.
Give me a shout if ya want me back, yeah?” And with that
he turned around smoothly and made his way casually over to
the mother. Fruit sounded good right now, and the boy gave
Reyleith an appreciative smile, though a smile like that for him
usually turned into something of a smirk. “Thanks Ms.
Reyleith.” He said simply, and reached one of his hands and
grabbed an apple, a fruit that was easy to eat without making
much of a mess. He took a bite, careful to keep the juices from
dribbling down his chin, and surveyed the area. The dragonets,
even the newly hatched ones that he was noticing as he saw
them just now, all seemed to be getting along just fine with all
of the candidates.
Looking from the mountains to the forests to the waters to the

plains, Aidan could see the pattern amongst the siblings, and
wondered if there was a significant difference between the
dragonets other than their appearance. Clearly the water ones
needed special attention and care because of their need for
water, but what of the others? He would find out he supposed.
And then to wrap up the momentary events, he watched to see

a girl talking with a dragon, feed her, then leave with her. Hey,
was that it? The first bond? He looked from the small dragonets
to their large reptilian parents. Hell, he hoped he could leave
with one of the shrimps at some point or another. That’d be
awesome.
Updated by Aidan on 23 Mar 2010, 2:02am
Evangeline
Polished Villager
23 Mar 2010, 12:53pm
The fact that Evangelines logic was off was not far from the
truth, she was trying to learn and get accustomed to the world
that she was now living in. She didn’t fully understand the
gargantuan importance and rarity of this sort of bonding, or any
bonding really, and so figured that this was just like any other
time she attempted to make friends. Her roleplayer is entirely
pleased that the winged one had someone sane enough to
attempt at explaining such things to her.
Evan tilted her head, confused slightly. “So making many

friends that you only kinda know isn’t as good as making
one friend who knows you really well?” She asked, how did
that make sense? Wasn’t it better to have tons of friends to play
with and have fun with then just one? She didn’t get this at all.
Intelligent as she was the little angel didn’t understand though
took a breath and nodded her head, “Ok. So friends like
Thomas and Kallisto are better than friends like … that
guy over there because I know them better? But how do
you get to make better friends if you aren’t out there
looking for them?” she questioned. It was evident at that
moment that she was truly only a child.
When the mother dragon landed and spoke of fruits she glanced
at the barrel and then to the Water female, “If I go get some
fruit you’re not going to leave right?” She asked unsure.
She didn’t want to go if this female was going to leave just like
her brother had. Finally nodding (roleplayer hopes that the
loverly Water agrees not to leave) the angel spread her wings
and leapt into the air winging toward the food and water. Taking
a single banana, and putting it into her pouch, she thanked the
mother politely and then headed back with a bowl of water
cradled in her arms and a few pieces of raw meats for hr new
Water friend.
Landing near her she placed the water bowl down and then
offered a slab of meat to the regal Water, “You know what?”
She questioned, “Even if you bond to someone I don’t know
I know in my heart of hearts that we will be friends.” She
stated as she settled down on the ground to peel the banana.
Going back over the words of the Savvy female the youngling
tilted her head, “Do you feel yours around here?” she asked,
looking out cross the crowd, “I hope you get the best bond in
the world. You’re so nice, even to people you don’t know.
Your bond will be really lucky to have you.” She stated
before smiling up at the hatchling, “That’s what I think
anyways.” she grinned before offering a piece of the banana to
the clutchling. “Want some?” she asked.
Knight
Opaque Villager
23 Mar 2010, 4:52pm
Taking one glance around, Knight desided it was about time to

stop hanging back. She was now more sure of the rules in such
a situation, and (mostly) could assure her own safty. The thing
was, a girl of her state of mind was not likely able to stay safe
in any situation. Sure, she looked before she lept as to not
break and ankle, and she avoided bee hives. But if she saw a
mountain lion she'd probably run over and try to hug it. Ok, so
not that insane, but it was the beasts she allied herself with.
She prided herself on her ability to watch multiple situations at
once. One of those good-skills-with-not-so-good-reasons that
came from a life of paranoia from beleive rules were ment to be
broken. So while she was watching the Versatile Forest
Dragon with keen interest, and smiled as another elder dragon,
the mother of the young, approached in almost unnatural grace
and wonder, she was also keeping an eye on the eggs. And one
hatched into a second that truely held her interest.
She watched as the Feirce Mountain Dragon padded out and
glared at everyone with a hiss. He was beatiful, bold, and, she
shamed herself to think, quite cute. Sure, even at this young
age he could probably rip her head off her shoulders and eat her
for dinner. She didn't doubt that. Actually, that second one
anything could do. She had little enough meat on her bones that
she wouldn't even fill a rat. But that was of little importance.
This dragon reminded her of someone she knew. One of her
cousins perhaps? Looking always ready to kill, but there were
people on this planet he surely wouldn't kill.
She had to approach this one as he padded around. So she'd
probably get a scar out of this rash desision. It would blend in
with those from her cat, her dogs, and that stupid shelf at the
hardware store.
So she walked toward him. He wasn't accepting meat, sne
noticed, but she kept hers as an offering just for incase it would
suddenly spark his interest more than her flesh. This is a really
dumb idea. She told herself. And repeated it a few times. But
when it came down to it, she had to admit that she really didn't
care. And perhaps the young dragon would respect her for being
brave enough to approach him, despite her own petit size. She'd
be no match for him if he wanted a fight. But courage (or
stupidity. However you see it) told her that if he wanted a fight,
she'd probably try to put up enough to defend herself. Oh yes.
This was dumb.
Inculpatus
23 Mar 2010, 8:22pm
The pain leapt through Inculpatus's hand before he understood

what had happened. He snatched a bleeding finger back with a
tiny, doglike yelp and instantly shrank away from the
Recalcitrant Water Dragon. Wide, pale eyes flashed across
the torn skin on his fingertip, the red liquid gathering into a
quickly flooding stream. Instinctively, Inculpatus placed the
harmed digit in his mouth, nursing it and peering down at the
little beast with distrust.
The thing had bitten him! Instead of angrily kicking over the
little dragon or finding some other way to vent his sudden upset
on the creature, he fixed the beast with all the solemn attention
of a scolded child, taking in the wise words of instruction from
the young dragon. He peered curiously in the direction
indicated, catching sight of Karina for the first time, as well as
the meat table just beyond her.
Finger still in mouth, Inculpatus smiled slightly at the girl. He

studied her features, noting something unusual about her,
though he didn't know what. She was a pretty girl, he thought,
though her features seemed much too beautiful for the dull
species that humans fall under. Yes, there was something
distinctly inhuman about her, but... what?
White wings flicked attentively, interest sparking in the young

man's eyes. His curiosity inspired, Inculpatus glanced back to
the dragon to ask about the girl, but somewhere within the
confines of his young mind, a little voice told him now wasn't
the time for such things. There was this creature to attend to!
The dragon's offer of knowledge for meat seemed fair, although
Inculpatus was a bit disappointed that his wonderings could not
be satisfied immediately.
His pulled his bitten finger from his mouth, a small childish pout
crossing his lips as he peered down at the dragon. He sighed
slightly, and shrugged, "Ah, well... Okay." The winged fellow
then pulled his attentions from the curious creature and trudged
to the girl.
He wasn't fond of speaking with strangers as he rarely knew

how to properly conduct himself. Manners, rules, compliments,
greetings, polite this and polite that... all these things were
taught to him by a devoted staff of scientists, though he still
knew so little about really using them. And in his lessons of
manners and conduct, Inculpatus would admit he was distracted
and uninterested.
But upon fixing his eyes on her, his face lit up with a small
smile, polite and kind. "Hello," he started, scripted greetings
fluttering through his mind, "I am Inculpatus." He bowed very
lightly, his wings lowering out of respect. He stood up straightly
and paused, seemingly searching his head for the next proper
thing to say or do. He turned to glance back at the dragon,
pointing slightly, before fixing his eyes on Karina's, "The young
dragon told me that you would show me where the meat
is."
He smiled, expectant eyes drifting from the girl to the meat

table just beyond. "I'm afraid I already know," he said with a
little smile before his eyes glanced back to Karina, "But I
would be glad to have you collect some with me."
He smiled, neat white teeth flashing dazzlingly, hoping that this

girl might accept his odd invitation.
Nero
Opaque Overseer
23 Mar 2010, 9:26pm
The Queen arrived just as another spasm ripped through the

Fallen's body, accompanied by the gleeful, mocking laughter of
his inner voice as Nero fought to ignore the pain. The scent of
blood was heavy in the air - from the offerings of meat, from
Theo's struggles within the crowd, from the history of Jessari's
wounds, from the bleeding conciousness of his own mind - and
the heavy odor made Nero feel sluggish and hot all at once. Like
fire, the darkness writhed within his skin, worming through his
veins and sticking in his heart like pins intent on ripping him in
two. But pain was a fleeting thing, and though the agony
lessened only marginally as the seconds passed, Nero remained
firm and unmoving as he continued looking out over the
bonding. Awww, you're no fun. You could at least scream or
something.
Yet more hatchlings emerged from their ovular, embryonic

confines, but Nero was sure to bow his head to the Queen, even
from so far away. His teeth were clenched as darkness and light
roiled within his mind, sending his vision reeling, but even if the
Queen didn't see him, at least he could say that he adhered to
the polite strictures that Liandra had set out. In so much pain,
and worried about the barmaid? Wow. You must really not want
people to see that picture. Nero snorted, and the pain lessened
a bit as he straightened up again. It wouldnt linger for very
much longer - the darness would triumph over the light once
again, hope and goodness smothered by taint and shadow. It
had happened far too often for even the faintest hope of change
to surface within his mind.
The Fallen's eyes swept over the gathering as the ripe promise
of mischief brushed across his senses, his flinching attention
quickly resolving upon a knot of humanoids near the center of
the group. The nearby Archer and Bayley and Aidan were
afforded cursory glances, but the trouble seemed to lie with the
last girl, Alice. More than a touch of death hung about her, but
that did not seem to be the issue at the moment - rather, her
involvement with a certain pair of dragonets proved far more
troublesome.
Gritting his teeth against the tearing pain in his midsection and
chest, ignoring the burning of his blood, Nero moved further
into the gathering, nearer to Alice and the two dragonets that
teased her. Though his sense of the hatchlings lacked any real
malice, he knew very well that rough play for a dragonet could
easily become lethal, even accidentally, and he mistrusted that
spark of whimsy in the air. Breathing shallowly to avoid
damaging his rebelling body any further, the Fallen stepped into
the general mill, prepared to weave through the tangled maze of
humanoids and dragonets in order to come to Alice's aid. Before
he could get too far, however, the Majestic Plains Dragon
approached, which forestalled any further forrays into the
crowd. It would be very rude to ignore the hatchling, after all -
a hanging offense at least on par with denying any of her
siblings their first meal.
With a sigh, Nero placed the meat in his hand upon a nearby
rock as he bowed his head towards the Plains in recognition.
The creature was tangled in the odd material of its hatching
egg, and seemed to require aid in its removal. Nero hesitated,
looking towards Jessari. He would not chance touching the
newborn with the darkness running so powerfully through his
body. "It would be best, I think, if you asked the Lady for
her aid. She can help you far more readily than can I." He
gestured towards the S'kyriti with an idle motion of his
untainted hand, careful to keep his dark claw clenched and
motionless. He didn't want any accidents, after all.
Karina
Opaque Villager
23 Mar 2010, 9:57pm
Karina looked to the little dragon and shivvered slightly. She

was concerned as to what it was, but she decided glance behind
her at where the food was when she smelled it. Though, her
eyes then shifted right back to the strange man before her. He
seemed rather interesting to her... granted EVERYONE looked
interesting to her.
"Inculpatus? It's nice to meet you, I'm Karina. Do you know
what these are?" she asked him, glancing towards the dragons.
She'd never seen a dragon before, and she certainly didn't know
anything about them.
When he commented on the dragon and the meat, she blinked.

"Meat? Dragon? They're dragons? I've never heard of those
before," she frowned softly before turning her gaze towards the
table and then smiling at him. "Thank you, I'm a little new to
this whole thing, so maybe if we stick together we'll be able to
learn soemthing," she smiled and turned towards the table.
Thomas
Opaque Villager
24 Mar 2010, 12:57am
Tom also watched Mercy's bonding closely, but with more

interest than anything else; it simply wouldn't have occurred to
him to worry about how it happened. It just did. That was why
they were all here, right? He was pleased to see that the little
hatchling he'd spoken to earlier had found her bond. He'd
thought, just for a second when she first spoke to him, that she
might choose him, but when she'd herded Tobias over to
interview them both, it seemed pretty clear that she was only
mildly interested in the two of them.
The Dragon Queen, Reyleith, was magnificent. Also, and this

was perhaps a greater point in her favor, she seemed a lot more
mellow. Tom still felt an unpleasant pang of terror in the pit of
his stomach whenever he happened to glance up at the bulk of
Mikal. Jessari was lucky to be alive, Tom realized. In fact...there
was a hatchling over by her and the slightly-less-frightening
winged man now. That was good; Tom didn't think the big
dragon would risk attacking his own young.
Well...what should he do now? Tom milled through the crowd

uncertainly, looking around. Everyone he knew was currently
conversing with dragons, and it would likely be unwise to
interfere there. His wanderings brought him within view of the
unhatched eggs, and he immediately backtracked, glancing up
at the dragon parents with wide eyes. Wheeling around, he
noticed Tobias standing alone in the crowd, looking tense.
Following the older soldier's gaze, he saw a powerful-looking
young dragon stalking...what appeared to be the Grim Reaper.
Huh. He glanced from Zeph to the dragon to Tobias, brows
raised in surprise and confusion. Well...the general probably
knew what he was doing. Tom slipped through the crowd to take
a position near Zeph, a little ways away from Tobias, and
watched the Perilous Mountain Dragon approach, more with
curiosity than tension. It was clear that if the creature did
attack the skeleton, Tobias would intervene. And if that
happened, Tom meant to be there, too.
Archer
Polished Registrar
24 Mar 2010, 6:34pm
Archer crowded closer to Alice as the pair of dragonets pushed

forward. "Done plenty in my life what folks would call
foolish," he began, gauging his options. "It's worked fer me
so far." The pair were faster than him, better-armed than him
-- he spared a glance for their needle-sharp milk teeth -- and
apparently determined enough that no amount of defenders
would deter them. Their speech, though, irked him. "I hate
t'be the bearer o' bad news, but you ain't entitled to no
flesh here what's still breathing. There's dead meat, and
then there's people, and dragons or no, you cain't eat
people."
A green hand on his shoulder distracted him briefly. Don't let

her get eaten?! "Wasn't planning on it." Yet he could spare
little more attention for the departing plant-man: he had a little
damsel in distress to think of. Even if the dragonets were just
having a joke, well. He was planning for the worst. I ain't gonna
be much use in a fight carryin' a girl around, he considered. I'd
rather have her here than there, though... "Miss, how 'bout
you let them have the bowl and come over here?" he said
to Alice, reaching a hand out to her. Right now she was closer
to their mouths than to him, and the tail snaking around her leg
worried him more than the tongue flickering against her cheek.
"Y'all name yerself t'her, then she's yours." He

remembered bits and pieces about dragons; after all, they
weren't entirely unheard of in the Weyrd. Bits and pieces
wouldn't be enough to call them off Alice, though. "Y'all got no
claim on her otherwise; she ain't no more yours than
anyone." Or at least so he hoped. Regardless, Archer stuck to
his bluff. If he distracted them enough, hopefully something
else would catch their interest. Even if he just annoyed them
into a new target -- such as himself -- just about anyone here
was better equipped to defend themselves than that scrawny,
dirty, hungry child. He hadn't missed her talking about a lack of
food, and he didn't doubt for a second that every word was
true. "Miss, after all this, you come into town and we'll
find you all the food you can eat," he told her, pairing the
words with a comforting smile. "There's ladies at the inn as
will see you clean and dressed, give you a place t'stay if
you need it."
And then... the mother returned. "Reyleith," he echoed slowly,

almost disbelievingly, but fixed upon the fresh supplies with a
satisfied grin. "Look," he told the pair of dragonets. "Yer mom
greeted us nice enough. She even brought us some barrels
o', uh--" He strained to see. "Food. You think she'd take
kindly t'you gobblin' up everyone here?" One of the other
dragonets was now parading around with an older female, but
the implications were entirely lost on Archer. He was just happy
for more to help his case. "Now look at her. She ain't eatin'
no one." He gestured vaguely to the Bonded Plains. "Why
cain't y'all be more like yer sister?"
Aidan returning with water was a welcome sight. This bath thing
was a distraction from their stomachs. Even if they were
chatting about dragon types at this point, it was better than
chatting about low-calorie snacks. Whole situation'd be better if
them two would just step off some. The thought was almost a
growl. Too many teeth, too close to a child. Girl child at that.
Damn. Be better if I had some idea of what in the hell I'm
s'posed to do. He sighed aloud. You'd think they'd behave
better with momma 'round.
(( My head hurts from trying to work out the timing of all that.
If I flubbed something utterly, just let me know. XD This would
all be such easier if I weren't a round-missing slacker - much
apologies! ))
Updated by Archer on 24 Mar 2010, 6:35pm
Oleksandra
Opaque Villager
26 Mar 2010, 3:42am
Oleks gave Kisten a simple nod to acknowledge his response to

her inquiry. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t incredulous,
however. The blue woman’s injuries looked beyond self-healing
as far as the Waterbender could tell, and of course she had no
idea who Nero was or what he was capable of.
She watched with a raised brow as Nero lifted his hands and the
surrounding shadows began to shift, more than a little curious
as to what was happening. Was this shadowbending? No, she
knew that wasn’t what this stranger was actually doing, but that
was the best explanation she could come up with. Whatever it
was, the darkness travelling down his black arm (which was
strange by itself ) was creepy and giving her goose bumps. Oleks
didn’t like the sensation, and backed up a few steps to put some
distance between herself and the Fallen. To her surprise, the
maimed woman started to heal and, slowly, she became good as
new.
Oleksandra, still wary of the dragon that caused the damage to

the blue woman in the first place, looked back to Mikal and
noticed he was staring at the sky. She followed his gaze and
failed to see what he (and apparently quite few other
humanoids) could see, until she slipped on her goggles and set
them to their binocular setting. Oh. Oh. The mother was
coming. Oleks slid her goggles back to their resting position on
her forehead, and continued to watch the approaching dragon
with a hand shading her eyes from the sun.
Then in her peripheral vision, she noticed something crinkly and

shiny inching closer. The Waterbender turned her attention back
to ground-level to find the Majestic Plains Dragon moving in
her general direction and looking rather silly with the cellophane
dragging along behind her. Oleksandra had completely forgotten
about the previously injured woman and her healer until the
Fallen spoke to the hatchling, and although the stranger was
clearly directing the dragonet to the blue winged woman, the
Waterbender volunteered her services.
“I vill gladly help!” Oleks moved closer to the hatchling and

crouched at her side. “I hope you do not mind,”she said to
the dragonet as she placed her bowl of water on the ground and
started untangling the cellophane. “It also help if you do not
move.” This was just a suggestion, more to keep the hatchling
from wiggling her tail about and smacking the human in the face
with a spike than to actually aid in the cellophane’s removal
(although, I’m sure Oleks would have a much harder time if her
eyes were poked out or her nose broken).
When Reyleith landed, Oleksandra paused in her work to admire

the mother, give a small bow of respect, and speak her own
word of thanks. She was far less afraid of the mild-mannered
female dragon than Mikal, but still had the up most respected
for her. “Your mother eez magnificent,” she commented to
the hatchling before pulling off the remaining cellophane.
((I apologize for missing the last round and posting last minute
on this one. I keep losing track of time. x.x ))
Theo
Opaque Villager
26 Mar 2010, 4:06am
If Theo had not been distracted by his own serious issues, he

would have felt absolutely terrible that he had drawn attention
to the situation which made Noah look so absolutely horrified.
Even so, he didn’t want his friend to turn around and see his
condition. He didn’t want to scare the boy or to have to explain
to him anything about his underlying battle of existences.
His fingers twitched in a pang of guilt as he felt his companion’s

hand atop his own, watching as the oozing black liquid dripped
onto both their skin. He felt sick to his stomach as Noah spoke,
babbling and trying to do anything in his power to help. Theo’s
lips parted as if to speak, but he suddenly stopped.
Do you see what you’re doing? His own voice echoed in his mind
as his fist tightened around the wound, muscles of his hand
flexing against the small palm of Noah. You can tear me apart,
but don’t touch my friend. The souls were not directly hurting
the wolf-slinky, but they were certainly affecting him. He didn’t
want the other involved at all; didn’t want him to see any of this
or even be vaguely aware of what was going on inside of him.
Now, the poor boy was just confused and stained with Theo’s
blood. It was disgusting, unnecessary. Was this not supposed to
be a gathering of life and new bonds? Noah was full of vitality,
ready to forge new friendships and a lifemate. Theo was
impeding on this, he felt. No. He refused to screw this up for
anyone else.
In fact, it was the first time Theo had accidentally tried

speaking to the souls through thoughts. It seemed to tame them
a bit. He felt it as they bubbled down, moving and tearing
lightly, but not fighting with the same violent vigor. He focused
all his power onto the wound, pulsing his energy through his
body and mending the hole…for now. He knew that it was only a
matter of time before it opened again—he had to stay attentive
to it in and constantly be pushing his strength onto it in order
to keep the open wound at bay.
“It’s okay, Noah.” He tried to stabilize his breathing, offering a
smile as the skin slowly molded together. “Look. It stopped
bleeding. It’s just a…” he took a pause, considering this
carefully “side effect of my body. You know there’s all kinds of
different people around here—consider me one of them.” In a
way, it was true; he was simply a unique humanoid with certain
conditions that nobody else had. In this sense, perhaps it would
all seem less scary to Noah. Hopefully.
He had missed some of the eggs hatching, but he certainly

spotted the huge mother Dragon as she came onto the scene.
She was…beautiful. Confident, whole, and surprisingly kind and
gracious.
“I wonder if any of them eat fruit.” He gave a weak laugh,

speaking mostly for Noah’s sake, but sincerely wondering it.
After all, those hatchlings had sharp teeth for a reason—it was
nature. But then he was distracted by his friend’s actions. An
open palm and soon a slab of meat (sprinkled with ash from the
ground) laid in it. He wanted to tell Noah that he didn’t want to
help feed the Dragons; didn’t want to encourage the babes to
come over to him when he was certain he was going to die soon,
the pessimism inevitably shining through in his mind.
He simply didn’t find the willpower to toss the meat away while
watching the magnificence of a bond being formed just a ways
away. It effected him from the core, shaking his red-stone heart
with the power and essence of life. If only…
No. There was no hope.
“Thank you, my friend. But should one approach, please feed

them first.” Unfortunately, he had more blood on him than Noah.
Nero
Opaque Overseer
12 Apr 2010, 5:59am
[This bonding has officially been taken over by the PIF (aka the
site admin, with Nero acting as the primary post-writer) and will
continue as scheduled with one post per week. Next post will be
Next Tuesday, so be sure to get your replies in by then! Please
abide by all the rules Kisten put in place, and be respectful of
any bonds made in this and future rounds. We thank you all for
your patience, and if you have any concerns please don‘t
hesitate to message one of us!]
High up on his perch on his father’s head, the Versatile Forest

Dragon showed no indication of leaving his lookout point. His
eyes were hard and watchful as they stared down at the
gathering, scanning each individual interaction for any signs of
trouble.
Under Mikal and Reyleith’s watchful attention, not to mention

the regard of their Versatile brother, several more eggs burst
open, as if prompted by the success of their sister. The Opera
Star Egg twirled fantastically upon it’s tip before shattering with
a small popping sound, sending shards flying everywhere. In it’s
place stood the Dramatic Mountain Dragon, her maw opened
wide as she toddled forward. Food nao, plz.
The Disputed Island Egg split along a stylized wave to reveal

one dangerous-looking claw. After a moment, the claw was
withdrawn, and the snout and body of the Timeless Forest
Dragon emerged from the crack. Though apparently serene only
a moment before, the sudden sight of the crowd and the open
sky seemed to frighten her, and she drew herself up into a tight
coil as she gathered the will to step forward. Her eventual
movement, however, was less than graceful. With an
uncoordinated shuffle, she bumped into the nearby That's Not
My Dragon! Egg, and the smaller egg was crushed. The Forest
and her smaller Plains brother lay tangled amid the wreckage of
eggshells, a wriggling mess. With a snort, the Suave Plains
Dragon finally broke free of his sibling, making his way out into
the crowd after only the barest of pauses.
Even as their younger siblings accustomed themselves to the

world, the Chill Plains Dragon and her Prized Water Dragon
brother continued their torment of the young Alice. Come on,
girl, hurry up, the Plains admonished snappily as Bayley ran to
get water. We haven‘t got all day. Her brother chose to
address Archer‘s concerns in the meanwhile, simultaneously
gobbling up the meat that Aidan had so thoughtfully brought
them, staring thoughtfully at the skater boy even as his words
were addressed to the cowboy. The Plains noted her brother‘s
interest and watched Aidan as well, perhaps even with a
stronger intensity than her sibling. We are not like our
mother, or our sister - we are ourselves. Remember that.
Attention turned back to Alice as the girl spoke once again, a
snicker exchanged between the two siblings even as they
loosened their grip by the smallest margin. She could probably
run, if she tried, but it probably wouldn‘t be the smartest thing
to do. We do not know what humans call us, the two chimed
in response to the girl‘s last question, And we don’t care.
It’s not important. Look here. Slave-boy! The Sunset Desert

Damsel Plains turned to face Aidan, unwinding herself
completely from Alice as she squared off against her loyal food-
and-water fetcher. I am Biannjah. We’ll get along
marvelously, I can just tell. Now go get more food for us,
if you please. Well, it wasn’t the most gracious bond ever, but
it was something, right? Biannjah’s watery sibling chuckled, and
only tightened himself that more firmly against Alice, his
delightfully mischievous gaze alternating between Alice and
Bayley.
Meanwhile, the Majestic Plains Dragon made a pouty face as

Nero refused to help her with the cellophane wrapped so very
un-majestically around her body, looking towards where he
gestured with a visible air of dejection. Since Jessari didn't
seem very forthcoming with aid either, the young dragonet could
be excused for her frustrated hiss. When Oleksandra stepped
forward to help, though, the Plains eagerly accepted her aid,
standing perfectly still as the woman helped peel the sticky
remnants of egg off of her hide. Her prideful glance towards the
Fallen was rampant with unspoken satisfaction. See, stupid
angel-man-thingy? She was just fine without you, so there. Her
self-satisfied gaze meandered back to the woman who was
helping her, head tilted as the water bender commented on her
mother's magnificence. I am, too, she assured the woman -
and then paused, pride and assurance warring against
indecision. Right? D=
The Curious Water Dragon eyed Emer with polite attention,

smiling a small draconic smile at the woman's excited
thoughtfulness. She remained silent all through the nymph's
monologue, though she did lean down to politely sip at the
water the woman had provided. When Emer sprinkled the water
onto her, she fanned her finned wings gratefully. I wonder if
one of my siblings will find you? Well, you're very nice,
you shouldn't have any trouble. With that questionable
assurance, the young Water moved off into the crowd, her gaze
pleasantly lost in some distant fantasy, absently nudging
random candidates with tail and snout as she made her way
through the masses.
The scent of alien blood easily penetrated this reverie, however

- not from the meat provided for her and her siblings, but rather
from a humanoid source, and one relatively nearby. Blinking,
the Water followed the scent to it's source, coming to a stop
right in front of Theo. A Bond was formed in that same instant,
as The Nebulous Waif ignored the nearby Noah for the company
of the homunculus. She was his and he was hers, and for now
that was enough to distract her from even the most pleasant of
fantasy-lands. Has she found you at last? Theo, I am
Nyxeliade; can the rest wait until we have bound your
wound?
The Fierce Mountain Dragon had meandered further into the

bonding, snapping and looking haughtily at anyone that chanced
to come too close. Knight‘s approach certainly did not go
unnoticed - but it was so unexpected that the male dragonet
paused a moment in his rampage. Halted in place, the Mountain
faced Knight, ignoring the meat that she offered in her hand.
Silence reigned for all of two heavy moments, finally broken by
the hatchling‘s impatience. Well? the Mountain demanded, his
mind voice harsh with expectation and unwilling interest. What
do you want, midget?
Over by Kallisto, the Satirical Forest Dragon snapped up the

meat the cat-woman offered out, eating in precise, neat gulps.
The initial offering accomplished, the young male turned his
attention back to the conversation at hand. I cannot be sure,
yet - I certainly don’t feel anything at the moment. Or
maybe I do, and I just don’t know how to name it. What
about you? Feel anything?
The Dazzling Water Dragon with Renaud tossed the plant-man

another imperious look. Well, of course he was handsome, what
else did you expect? And he was not appreciative of the baby
talk, kthnx. You’re very silly, aren’t you? I’ll take that
meat, please. With a sharp motion, the Water snatched up the
morsel Renaud dangled from limp fingers, swallowing the bloody
treat with little fuss. Water would be nice, too. Infernal sun,
it‘ll bake us all dry if we‘re not careful. How do you
humanoids stand it?
A few steps away, the Perilous Mountain Dragon snorted at

Zeph, not at all impressed at his attempts at courtesy. The
skeleton-man had no meat on his bones, no substance, and
looked like he might break apart at the drop of the hat. The
approaching Thomas was granted a once-over and a disdainful
sniff, and the female Mountain left both men behind without
further ado. Her bonded would be far less of a pansy than either
poor Zeph or Thomas - a strong, lively person who knew how to
have some fun and take a few hits. She wouldn't settle for
anything less; but as she swept through the gathering like a
whirlwind, she grew more and more frustrated. Hissing, she
lashed out with her tail, accidentally catching Archer behind the
knee with a powerful blow and sending the man sprawling as he
tried to act all chivalrous. The Mountain paused, then swept
back to check out what damage might have been wrought by her
temper. As The Rough Side of the Diamond Common Mountain
stared down into the cowboy's face, yet another bond was
made. You'll do, I suppose; at least you can take a hit. All
right, come on now, stop lazing around, let's go get some
grub. I'm Lerandalyn - don't forget it.
Evangeline had her hands full with the Savvy Water Dragon,
or at least her attention. The Water nodded in agreement of the
angel‘s initial statement, and did not seem to be in any hurry to
discontinue the debate. Having lots of friends is all well and
good, but if you do not cultivate the relationships that you
already have, none of them will last very long. And I will
stay, for a while,, the Water promised as Evan went to go get
some fruit. Waiting patiently for the girl to come back, the
Water eagerly took a few large gulps of the offered meat when
Evan returned, famished from the laborious process of hatching
and advice-giving. She took a polite nibble of the girl’s banana
when it was offered to her, too, finally resting back on her
haunches. Thank you, she responded when Evangeline voiced
her well-wishes, her tail curling around her haunches. That is
very nice of you to say.
Away from this somewhat unconventional bonding scene, the

Adventurous Plains Dragon hummed along with Zoey, her
eyes half-lidded as she immersed her husky dragon voice into
the song. When the elf started the song over again, however,
the Plains stopped. Don’t you think it would be better to try
different songs? Doing the same things over and over
again is boring. She blatantly ignored Zoey’s outstretched
hand, though tried her best not to be insulted by the implication
that she was no better than a stray dog to be petted and
coerced into friendliness. The girl had meant the gesture in all
friendliness, after all - the Plains would try to remember that
even as she was tempted to bite the elf ’s hand off. Do you
have any food, by the way?
Over with Inculpatus and Karina, the Recalcitrant Water

Dragon waited impatiently for it’s promised food. After a few
long moments, the hatchling finally just gave the pair up as a
lost cause and moved away. He found Kallile swiftly, sweeping
into her field of view with all the air of a put-upon scholar.
Have you got anything to offer? the Water asked frankly, his
eyes locked upon the fruit the woman sampled. Not as good as
meat, perhaps, but at this point anything was better than
nothing.
Solus would find himself regarded with a gentle humor as he

posed his questions to the Herculean Mountain Dragon, who
continued to lap up the water and licked his lips thoughtfully
when his thirst was quenched. At last, after a short considering
silence, the fifth mental connection of the bonding was made.
The Righteous Fire Mountain regarded Solus with no small
amount of chagrin and earnest goodwill. I have a name, yes.
It is Elyakim - and you are my bonded. I am sorry about
your hand, by the way, I didn‘t mean to hurt you; I’ll be
more careful from now on.
Updated by Nero on 12 Apr 2010, 3:40pm
Ari
Polished Villager
12 Apr 2010, 6:32am
Ari was beginning to feel ignored. Something in her really didn’t

like that (in spite of it probably being safer than getting
attention). She’d been watching the Versatile Forest hatchling
for a bit, but he showed no interest in leaving his perch. So the
were-girl threw him a salute that she figured he would ignore
and moved on. No sense in standing around and just watching,
right?
Tired of waiting for dragons to approach her, she looked at the

three newest hatchlings and decided that the Suave Plains
fellow was the closest to where she was. So she stepped toward
him, leaving room for him to keep going if he wanted without
knocking her over, but offering meat and a small bowl of water
she’d picked up.
”Hello young dragon. Need food or drink? Ari thinks you

handsome.
Thus far, all these dragons seemed to have large egos. It

probably wouldn’t hurt to stroke them a little. So the were-girl
put on her most charming face as she held out her offerings to
the hatchling.
Why was she so intrigued by them? Why did it bother her that
only one of them had even bothered to acknowledge she was
there? Ari didn’t have a clue. To tell the truth, she hadn’t had a
clue about how anything worked since she’d been dropped on
this strange world. She did have one rather odd friend teaching
her the ropes of survival, but other than that, she felt lost and
very alone. Maybe that was why it hurt to be ignored. All she
really wanted was a friend and she was doing her best to be
friendly (and at the same time not become food) but it didn’t
seem to be working out too well.
She thought all of this in an instant and just as quickly shoved

it aside. She needed to stay alert, not focused on melancholy
inner dialog. Her eyes betrayed the faint eager hope in her
heart as she waited to see what the Suave Plains hatchling
would do about her offering.
Tobias Creed
12 Apr 2010, 6:44am
Still chillin’ on the outskirts, Tobias finished what was left of his
delicious, spicy grapefruit. The juices dribbled down his
unshaven chin, and he wiped them with his sleeve, only now
beginning to comprehend why everyone was in such an agitated
state. Now that the eggs had begun to regurgitate their
contents willy-nilly, a few other dragons had decided on their
Bonds. It was touching, if you were game for that Disney-style,
insipid hogwash.
You aren’t gaining anything by sitting here, then. Look, Solus

has made a friend.
His inner monologue piped up unbidden. He brushed it away

with a mental hand; it had never served him well. Why should
he concentrate on the successes of others when he had little to
show for his attendance? He watched as Zeph and Thomas were
passed over in rapid succession. The Perilous Mountain Dragon
didn’t cast a third glance over in his direction, but instead found
a cowboy with whom to link. Good riddance, then. A certain
bitterness was building in Tobias’s throat. It was not the hurt of
being refused, or the sting of envy, but a self-inflicted
punishment for laziness.
“Suppose you can’t claim any credit if you never get to the
bank,” he said, the words falling on open air.
When the Disputed Island and That’s Not My Dragon! eggs

hatched, the siblings were briefly engaged in a tussle, and then
separated. The male Plains had already attracted attention; but
Tobias was more interested in the Timeless Forest female that
had first emerged. Her rending of her eggshell had seemed
confident and stately, but now she stood bewildered. Before he
had only watched dragons that projected aggression. Perhaps a
better way would be to learn what he could from a more modest
hatchling. The old man traipsed over, moving slowly so as not to
alarm anyone, least of all the parents. He stood at a respectable
distance from the young dragon—if she was skittish, he’d feel
all the more downtrodden when she ran from him.
“You all right there, then? Saw you get into a bit of a
scuffle. Just wanted to make sure nothin’ was hurt.” How
considerate of you, Toby. Only, you idiot, you forgot to bring
food. “I, uh. I could go get some meat for you, if you’d
like. Christ, I don’t know how this works.” That last
outburst was an exasperated whisper, accompanied by his hand
balling into a fist. It unclenched as soon as he felt the ragged
tips of his nails digging into his palm. This was ludicrous. In the
bluntest of terms, he was a doer, not a thinker. Whatever
complex processes initiated a bond, he couldn’t feel their
stirrings in him, and wondered if his presence at this hoity-toity
event was little more than a huge joke.
“My name’s Tobias. I know you can’t tell me yours, but

really…I’m just lookin’ for a little help, here.” And if the
tiny dragon knew how much pride he had just had to choke
down to admit as such, she might be flabbergasted.
Updated by Tobias Creed on 12 Apr 2010, 6:53am
Renaud le Gant
Glittery Villager
12 Apr 2010, 8:52am

Silly? Maybe he was just too used to baby things not having the
mental capabilities of this one. He nodded at the mention of
water, deciding to leave the little one with the bowl after all as
he made his way over to the table for a large bowl before going
over to the barrels. "Thank you very much for allowing us to
participate in this, Lady Dragon." He told the large female,
bowing his head as he dipped the bowl into the cool water.
"Many thanks, Lady Reyleith." He said before he headed back to
the little Water that he had gotten the water for.
"Here you go, little one." The plant man said as he set the
sloshing bowl down, cupping some in his large hands to let it
trickle down on the waiting Dragonet. "Here is some cool water
for your tender hide my little friend. It is a little warm out
today." He smiled with excitement, just liking the fact that one
of the babes was paying attention to him. Even if it moved on to
someone else, he would just be tickled green that he had the
chance to give it their first meat and water.
He tried not to let his eyes wander as a few more Dragons made
their bond with one of the humanoids. It was a beautiful thing
that he hoped to feel one day. More eggs were hatching, the
colored shells flying here and there as they all met the world.
So beautiful...
Knight
Opaque Villager
12 Apr 2010, 3:42pm
Wow. Knight had never been rash in her life. Shy and catious
most of the time, the girl had always made fun of her little
brother and best friend, telling them that there jump-before-
looking mindset would get them killed.
Yet she was the one approaching a none too happy young
dragon with her only plan being 'this is stupid. don't die.'
Her brother's 'wouldn't it be fun to sled off the roof of our three
story house when theres seven feet of pure fluff snow to get
buried with on the ground? mom would have to dig us out like
she had to do for our brother one time!' plan couldn't beat this.
Not even her friend's 'I wanted to shout something at that
person, but she got in the car so I'll open the car door to shout
it at her so my friends will have to tell her mom that I'm
mentally ill so I won't get in trouble for it!' idea was as stupid.
Why had she hung with such bad influences? Oh yeah. In hopes
of rubbing off on them. Well, wasn't that just paying off.
But the dragon's responce to her was a little unexpected. Not
that she expected much of anything. She was never doing this
again. She hated not having even a fantasy of an idea about the
out come of things. Sure she was a dreamer, but she had always
been the 'realistic' if I had super powers and used them to fight
evil, I might get hurt type of dreamer. Not the everything-has-
happy-endings-so-why-bother-thinking-them-up she was now.
And so, all the dragon had really done was ask a question that
she didn't quite know how to answer. But in a tone of voice that
really annoyed her, and warned her that she might wanna try to
preserve what pride she had. A warning that told her that her
attempts to do so would probably cause her to look foolish. But
that message seemed to be ignored.
Knight stood up to her full highth. Not a common thing, saying
how she was a teenager with such teenage posture. And not like
it was too impressive. At 5 foot 5, her friends had started
calling her short. Sure, she was taller than most her class for
the first year or two of it, but then when she refused to grow
more, everyone passed her.
"Well?" She returned the dragon's question. Her voice was
raised more than normal, but that wasn't saying much for the
quiet girl, "Oh, I guess I don't really know! Maybe I was just
tryin' to be friendly, 'cause no one else was. But then again its
quite obvious why no one tries, 'cause ya ain't very friendly
yourself. But oh, you made me think of someone I knew, I don't
know why though, as he's one of my nicest cousins despite his
permanant glare. But he ain't here right now, so I desided to
greet you. And you aren't even hungry. Ain't that a funny thing?
All your siblings seem to be goin' around eating what meat they
can find and you haven't seemed in'trested in one bite."
It was a long, blabbering speach for her. Stronger emotions led
her to using odd speach patterns that held their roots in country
talk, but varied greatly with the girl's odd nature. Her accent
was also country, having spent the first five years of her life
there, then returning every summer. That was more home to her
than the cold, dry, mountains her family had moved to for her
father's job. But due to speach impediments that made it hard
for her to correctly prounouce 'j's and hard 'th's, many thought
her to be French normally, though she'd been asked about every
other ancestry on Earth as well it seemed.
But her speach hadn't broken into Old English, and she had
stayed on topic mostly through her babbling. So it wasn't all
humbling failure was it? And besides, she remembered who the
young dragon made her think of. She had a cousin who always
looked angry and mean, but to family (and she imagioned close
friends), it was impossible to get him truely angry and he
wouldn't hurt any of them. She didn't quite see that kind
harmlessness from this dragon, but it was the exterior that
struck the resembulence.
Zoey
Opaque Villager
12 Apr 2010, 5:33pm
"I guess you're right, only thought you might like to hear
the beginning." The half-elf smiled, the dragonet had a sense
of music, which delighted her. She looked around having
forgotten where she'd layed the pieces of meat, quickly finding
them she picked up the biggest piece and held it out for the
Adventurous Plains Dragon, hoping that she wouldn't lose a
few fingers in the process.
"I have more if you want. So you like singing, right?"
Striking up a conversation seemed like a great idea, as she
moved the rest of the meat in front of the dragonet, so she
could fill her stomach. Zoey's own growled moments later, it had
been a good thing that she had packed some snacks for herself,
pulling out a small orange fruits. Peeling back it's tough skin
sent a tiny spray of mist at the half-elf, leaving a tart scent in
the air. She took a bite out of the flesh she'd revealed, a crunch
could be heard.
So far, her first dragon bonding was going well, which only
made her more delighted. She looked around at the gathering
seeing that more eggs had hatched, and a few more dragonets
seemed hungry as well. Zoey thought if anymore came over, she
would have to pull out the meat that she'd packed for later.
Aidan
Opaque Villager
12 Apr 2010, 6:49pm
“Food, right away, of course.” It looks like Aidan was needed

here. He skated over to the meat, grinning at the dad as he
went by, as if to appease so that he wouldn’t get himself killed,
grabbed two more chunks of the gross stuff, and skated right on
over to the water dragon and the plains dragon. By the time he
got there, he noticed the Plains had untangled herself from the
girl, and was looking at him with crimson eyes. Now what had
she called herself again, Biannjah?
“Here ya’ go Biannjah, for you and your bro.” A thin, curling
smirk wrapped around the Plains dragon’s maw as the boy
tossed the food to her brother and to herself as well. It hadn’t
yet dawned on him, had it? She glanced back at her twin
brother, her crimson eyes swirling strands of gold and maroon,
giving him a nod of something of a farewell. They wouldn’t bond
to the same person, but that didn’t mean they wouldn't always
be twins. She knew they’d find their way to each other one day,
she knew they’d cause mischief as one unit once more in the
near future. Aidan wouldn’t be able her to keep her from it.
Aidan meanwhile watched the interaction with mild interest,

when he noticed a sort of tight connection wrap possessively
around his entire mind. He stared at the female for a second,
not sure of what was going on, until the female walked right up
to him and wrapped her tail around his leg. As she was small
still, she easily lifted herself up into the air with her narrow
wings, her bleached body settling on her bonded’s shoulder
(because I hope she’s small enough to do this). You only know
my name because you are mine, slave-boy. still not
completely understanding the situation, Aidan turned his head
to peer into the eyes of his bonded.
“What do you mean yours?” A sudden light pang of hunger

entered the back of his mind, and somehow he understood that
it was not his own. “Wait, whoa. Are ya’ hungry?” The plains
dragon let out a low, amused hiss of a laugh, her light voice
amused at the boys lack of understanding the situation. This
food is getting boring. Take me elsewhere, slave-boy. I’ll
explain everything to you once you get me something
better to eat. Aidan normally wasn’t the one to be ordered
around, but the feeling of hunger wasn’t a comfortable one, it
almost felt like he was hungry himself. Plus, Biannjah was a
chick, and Aidan naturally did some good deeds for girls out of
his own flirtatious chivalry. Plus, an explanation as a prize was
very tempting.
“Alright B,” Aidan agreed, creating a sort of nickname for the

dragonet that curled her tail around his arms, and rested her
claws lightly into his shoulders, “Whatever you want.” The
plains dragon could detect the slight hint of playfulness in
Aidan’s voice. She could sense it, getting him to do things after
this day would get less and less easy as she went along. But
that didn’t matter. Biannjah would learn to outsmart the boy
and get him to do her bidding whether he wanted to or not. He
was smart, she knew that, but she would know how to be
smarter.
Biannjah. I hope you learn how to pronounce it within the

next hour, slave-boy.
ooc: OSERIJSOIRJTSOIR!!! She's so sexy omg. @__@ Thank

you, thank you! :D :D
p.s. He hasn't left quite yet, if you want Biannjah's twin to react
or something. 83;;
Updated by Aidan on 12 Apr 2010, 8:52pm
Kallile
Polished Villager
12 Apr 2010, 9:16pm
Kallile was equally swiftly aware of the Recalcitrant Water

Dragons approach, seeing as he failed to take one well-
travelled path of his siblings. She simply went about
thoughtfully chewing the delectable fruit as she watched him
approach--admiring his scales and watery-frills.
"As a matter of fact," she began with a small grin, reaching

forth to hold out the slab of meat she had been dutifully
keeping on her person, " you're in luck. I just might have
two, if you're up for a slightly vegan taste-test."
One hand still holding out the offering of meat (what the little
one was sure to prefer, considering there had been tons of the
stuff handed out at the beginning), Kallile carefully and skillfully
worked her pocket knife around the near center of the fruit she
had obtained to pull out the sweetest, juiciest hunk of fruit-
flesh from within the mango-esque hull.
"Not as favored as your meat, I'm sure, but it's pretty

darn good." This morsel, however, she held over the hull of
melon rind to collect the sweet nectarine juices that slowly
dripped off of it. She did not want to coat herself in the stuff
and begin to appear as a main course of marinaded human.
Angling her head in the manner much like that of a curious

child, she took the hatchling before her into serious regards.
She had seen this one early on, she was pretty sure.
"So...what do you think about this whole thing?" Carefully
she motioned her fruit-holding hand in a small circle, meaning
by strange gesture this whole ordeal of hatching and seeking
out a bond. "I've never seen anything like this before.
Guess that makes it one heck of a birthday party."
Alice Gray
Polished Villager
13 Apr 2010, 8:27am
(( If I missed you... I'm sorry and if the order stinks... Or I

messed up, I'm sorry. xDx;; So much... going... on ... xDx;;; ))
This always happened, just when you couldn’t really move

something started to itch. For Alice it was her nose. Wiggling it,
scrunching it, whatever, none of it helped at all. It was almost
MORE irritating then these two dragons who seemed to hold
little interest in her as food now.
The girl (what was it, Bayley?) returned with water and... Was
that fruit? Her stomach growled loudly in protest, her hunger
almost hurt the feeling unreal. She wouldn’t live much longer,
she was sure of it, even if she survived this sacrificial party (or
whatever it was) she’d try to get to some for of civilization and
DROP DEAD.
In all reality she wasn’t healthy but she still had a ways to go
before starving to death, don’t worry about it.
Aidan’s wish to become a dragon jungle gym made Alice laugh,

“You’re welcome to take my place, I wouldn’t mind.” She
wondered if she could ask the boy for food too? Would he get
her something edible too or was that offer only for the scaly
babies? Well anyway he was off and she’d lost her chance
(twice, actually, good job Alice. Bravo you are quite the smarty
pants, really working to keep yourself alive).
Oh, right, the water. Alice raised her arms with Bayley to help
pour the clean, cool water over the water dragon at her side,
turning her attention to the crowd for a moment, a treat to look
away from these scaly personal-space invaders.
Whether it was just his strange look or something deeper and
hard wired in her human side she noticed a strange winged man
who appeared to be in pain. He was a dark sort of creature and
Alice picked up on that (maybe those last, super natural
moments on Evelon had done something to her head, or had
just made her paranoid) as she watched him move about the
crowd. The gritted teeth and concern on his face sent mixed
messages to Alice. Good? Bad? Some form of grey?
Alice didn’t know but she did know that when he moved away
she was a little relieved.
Somebody else wanting to help? Alice smiled to him but it was

sad and maybe a little stressed out but she did take his hand
(maybe giving the two other dragons a nervous look as she did)
but didn’t move.
“I... I think they’ll let me go when they’re good and ready...” It
was sort of hard to stomach but it seemed about right, you
know? His hand, warm and strong was a comfort warmly
accepted (oh Zu’hai, do not start crying Alice!). She couldn’t
push them around, she was too tired, she couldn’t fight them or
anything. Better just be courteous and maybe they’d go away all
on their own, you know?
Archer’s hand was a warm reminder that she had something,
somebody, looking out for her here after Renaud had left. No
offense to the plant man but somebody who was human and
practically oozed testosterone was comforting when you needed
somebody to beat of giant, fire breathing (right?) lizards.
When he mentioned ownership of her she shivered. Was she
going to be some... some sort of pet to these dragons? The idea
was dizzying as she’d always been the “dominant” species of
sorts. People had pets and there was no people BEING pets. The
idea made her feel almost sick and only a desperate; ‘if you
puke you’ll be even HUNGRIER and die FASTER’ tickle of a
thought at the back of her mind kept her from it. This thought,
however, did not keep her from leaking a few tears, lip
quivering. She didn’t want to be some lizards pet! She didn’t
want to be eaten, either! She wanted to go with this other guy
and and get some food and take a bath and sleep in a bed and
go home!
The two mean beasties talked at her and the words were now
grating, frustrating her to no end. Hunger and fear and
exhaustion was trying on her patience now and the urge and
desire to just shove those scaly hides, to kick and punch and
scream, throw a tantrum, it was there just simmering at the
surface.
“Mmm...”
When the plains got off of her Alice almost squealed, a scream
of pure joy biting at the back of her throat and making it feel
sore and dry. Lips remained closed and tightened slightly. A
slight tug at the corners but otherwise she did not react. If it
thought she was happy, god forbid the hatchling might come
back to ensure her misery was eternal. Her attention turned to
the water.
One down, one to go.
“Ah!” There was a tug at her hand and she lurched forward
before letting go as she tried to regain her balance, head
turning away from the water and towards the cowboy just in
time to see him go down because of his own dragon problems.
Okay, no problem. You just lost your life line, no worries you
can totally... totally get through this. Hey! Maybe that guy
would try and stick it out with you, you know? Maybe he
wouldn’t just leave you with this thing that had every means
and ability to end your life whenever.
Updated by Alice Gray on 13 Apr 2010, 8:32am
Karina
Opaque Villager
13 Apr 2010, 3:52pm
Karina moved to the table of food and picked some up, sniffing
at it and rolling it around before she turned and walked off. She
wasn't entirely sure what she was doing with this stuff, and
quite frankly... it all just seemed really WEIRD. Why was she
going to grab food for a dragon when there was a table of it
right there? Certainly she was missing something.
Naturally, when she spotted that the beast had moved on... well
she was even more confused! Her eyes traveled over the various
beasts as she wandered through the mass of bodies... at least
until she just about tripped over one tail or another. A soft yelp
escaped her, but she managed to avoid the apendage and
continued wandering, confused and quite certain someone
should tell her just what was going on.
Bayley
Opaque Villager
13 Apr 2010, 6:07pm
Bayley was relieved when Alice grabbed the bowl and helped her
heave the water over the dragon. "Whoo! Thanks," she said,
wiping her hand at her brow and dropping the bowl. She rubbed
the sweat from her forehead and smiled at her handiwork. That
should keep the dragon happy. She grabbed a piece of fruit and
handed one to Alice. "You alright?" Bayley asked, concerned.
Alice didn't look too good.
As Aidan quickly got bonded to the Plains dragon, Bayley felt

her head speed up a bit. From the way Aidan's bonded had,
well, bonded to him, she suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, even
nervous. Would she find a nice dragon? Boy, she hoped so. She
was sure that Aidan would be find with his bonded, but at the
same time... she wondered what kind of relationship was in
store for him, and hoped silently that she was better off.
As Archer fell, Bayley looked back, frightened. He looked hurt,

but the dragon was turning back now, and another bond was
made before her eyes. Trying to keep her attention on Alice,
Bayley was getting frustrated. Just because they were here to
meet dragons didn't mean they had to be slaves to them! There
was no need for them to be rude.
"Alright, Water dragon, I think you should let go of Alice. She

looks like she needs some air." Bayley said, not forcefully, but
her voice was steady. Not taking her eyes off the dragon for a
second, Bayley put down her backpack and dug through it,
coming up with a water bottle. It wasn't as cold as it had been
earlier, but it was good enough. She handed it to Alice. "Here.
You look like you need this more than I do." she said, along with
taking out a small towel so that she could wipe some of the dirt
and grime off her own face. Re-shouldering her backpack, she
smiled at Alice.
Kallisto
13 Apr 2010, 8:36pm
The dragonet certainly didn't waste anytime scarfing down her

offering, and she watched the way his serpentine body moved.
The sleek scales glistening in the sun. More eggs were breaking,
as she idly watched as the newest dragons hatchlings tumbled
out, moving to mingle with the group of onlookers. Her
attention was recaptured by the Satirical Forest Dragon as he
answered her question. Hmm, nothing yet? That's too bad. It
must've been slightly frustrating, knowing what you were
looking for but being unable to find it. It was then he asked his
question and caught the Tigress off-guard.
Did she feel anything? Kallisto had been operating on the

assumption that it was the young Dragons that would do the
looking. But now that she thought about it, she supposed that it
maybe was something that required a connection on both sides.
Strange...how this Dragon could bring something up she hadn't
even considered. Her green-gold eyes flashed around, eyeing all
the hatchlings, but not one called out to her in a way that
sceamed 'bond'. They were all eye-catching, no doubt, and
Kallisto was curious about all of them. But she didn't think that
was what the young dragon at her side was asking.
"Hmm I suppose I don't, though I can't be sure as to what

a connection would feel like." Her tail wrapped around
another peice of meat, winding around her back to offer it to
the Forest. The prehensile appendage sure was handy, though
not particularly strong. Her sharp eyes caught the Versitile
Forest Dragon, still poised on his Father's head. Kallisto
thought for a moment before asking the young Dragon. "Can
your brother really identify his Bonded through
appearence? Could you?" Of course her cat-like curiosity
crept up on her, wondering just what it was that made a Bond.
Speaking of Bonds, a couple more dragonets found their

Bonded, the link between them flaring to life. It flowed
electrically through the air, making her nerves dance, once
again not out of fear or uneasiness, but simply because they
feeling was foriegn. If a d\Dragon found her a suitable Bond,
would it be like that? Like lightning fusing them together? Would
it be strong and sharp, or gentle and soft? So many questions
with so many answers. For now, though, Kallisto would have to
wait.
Updated by Kallisto on 19 Apr 2010, 5:56pm
É me r
13 Apr 2010, 10:53pm
The bondings were curious things to watch; Emer giggled at the

Water as she currently continued to be sprayed by water, before
she spoke courteously and started to wander off. With high
expectations for that beautiful girl, Emer wasn't surprised to see
her bond to a very respectable-looking person. Nodding, she
whispered, "Good luck!" Her only question was this: would
someone have the heart to say the same for her?
A sudden melancholy overcame her. She was alone over on the

side of the bonding, alone in the world... just alone. For the
moment, this moment in time, she felt that crushing
nothingness of having no one around her, no one to comfort her,
no one to be able to even think aobut as nearby just in case she
needed them, let alone wanted them. So with wide eyes, with
tears at the brim of them, she surveyed the crowd. Anyone she
might have recognized were out of view, and she furiously wiped
the moisture away from her eyes.
"Stop being a stupid self-pitying cow," Em grumbled to

herself. "You're at a DRAGON bonding. Just because that
one didn't bond to you, who's to say another won't?
Hmph. See? Now, maybe talking to yourself isn't a good
idea, either... nor a wholly sane one." With such self-
motivation, she stood up. It was time to be the aggressor, and
stop waiting around for someone to come to her. She was going
to walk into the dragon's lair--literally.
Stepping forward, towards the two parents, she dodged and

swerved around people and dragonets, before standing by Mikal
and his mate. Looking around with a soft expression, once more
back to being in love with the baby lizards, she murmured
appreciatively, "They are quite beautiful, and lovely. Will
you miss them much?" There was a mothering in her tone, a
steel edge that wanted the best, and a soft-as-silk brush that
knew of only caresses and watchfulness.
Was there a good match for her out there?
Ahora
Opaque Villager
17 Apr 2010, 6:31pm
Ahora was getting a little testy just waiting. A person could only
just sit around for so long! Besides there were bondings going
on.... Ore looked at them wistfully. So far it appeared that only
a few had bonded so perhaps there was a chance for her? The
reptilian hybrid looked around dismally though. There were
bound to be a few extra humanoids without bonds... Which was
the saddest part of everything. What if she was one of them?
Ahora nibbled on her lip before standing up. See, with self
doubt came motivation for Ahora. She would have a bonded, or
at least would try harder!
Her gaze softened a bit though as she surveryed the scene.
Aww.... She trotted over next to a man who seemed to be
calling to one the newer hatched dragons. The dragon had
hatched from an egg that Ore had been watching as well and
even though at a closer look it seemed adorable and just as
amazing as the rest, it didn't seem to appeal to her. Though
seeing how the man next to her was incredibly interested, Ahora
tore a piece of meat off the one she was carrying and offered it
to Tobias.
Before long, Ahora wandered off, finding a dragon that sparked
her curiousity more. The Dramatic Mountain Dragon seemed
to want food right then and since no one else seemed to be
paying attention to her, Ore walked quickly over to her, offering
what she had left to the dragon. "Hungry?" Ahora had to bite
her lip from completing that setance with 'much.' She didn't
know how easily dragons took little teasing sayings like that and
she did not want to lose a limb anytime soon. But she did end
up adding something else, "If you want more, I can get some."
Updated by Ahora on 21 Apr 2010, 2:35am

Zeph
Opaque Villager
19 Apr 2010, 4:44pm
Zeph let out a sigh as the Perilous Mountain Dragon snorted

disdainfully at him and promptly walked away. Obviously, he
looked neither appetizing or suitable for a bonding. Well, there
was nothing to do but try and woo some of the other hatchlings,
so he return the slab of meat to the pile in front of him and
looked around.
Spotting a young dragon on top of its father, he looked up at it

just as the Versatile Forest Dragon turned his gaze on Zeph.
Their eyes locked for a second, they the dragon continued his
survey of the group. Wondering if the look hat signified
anything, the Soul Collector, watched as several more young
ones hatched, chuckling at the antics of the Timeless Forest
Dragon and Suave Plains Dragon. While all freshly-hatched
dragons were cute, he knew that each would grow up to be a
force to be reckoned with.
Turning he head, he watched the rest of the group interact with

the hatchlings, noticing that several of them had bonded
already. Marveling at their good fortune and silently wishing
them well, Zeph returned his attention to the unhatched eggs.
Eight eggs still sat within the protection of their father's
presence, and several of them caught the bone man's eye again.
The Devil's Trap Egg intrigued him, with it's symbols and air of
mystery. The Assassin's Footsteps Egg seemed interesting as
well - simply because it wasn't moving at all and sat apart from
the remaining eggs. Finally, Zeph turned his gaze to the Pint-
sized Egg, wondering what sort of dragon could be inside such
a small egg. Still, it was said that good things came in small
packages, so he would just have to wait and see what emerged
from within the tiny green egg.
Oleksandra
Opaque Villager
19 Apr 2010, 8:44pm
Oleksandra smirked, snorting a little at the hatchlings faltering

pride. “Yez, ‘oo are too,” she agreed. “Eef not, ‘oo would
not come in dis, eh, packaging.” The Waterbender lifted her
hands, gesturing to the cellophane that now clung to her thanks
to static charge.
She began to gather the crinkly plastic into a ball as she asked,
“Vut are vee s’pose to do vith dis stuff anyway?” Thinking
her rucksack might be a good place to keep it for the time
being, Oleks opened it up and started to stuff the cellophane
inside. As she struggled to make the large wad fit in the tiny
bag, something slimy brushed her back of her hand.
“Oh!” She shouted in surprise and quickly pulled her hands

away. The cellophane wasted no time in popping back out of the
rucksack, crinkling loudly on the ground as it unfolded itself.
Oleks ignored the plastic and opened the top of her bag as wide
as she could so she could see what had frightened her, only to
find that juices from the raw meat she packed away earlier had
penetrated their handkerchief container and were beginning to
soak the rest of her stuff. The Waterbender cursed under her
breath and pulled the package out of her bag.
“’Oo hungry?” She removed the soiled handkerchief from the

meat and offered the food to the young Plains.
Theo
Opaque Villager
20 Apr 2010, 3:12am
“Noah.” At first, the word was simply encouraging. A nudge in

the direction of holding out his meat to that beautiful little
Dragon approaching them. As the Water continued on her way
and the boy did not take the first initiative, worry started
pounding through Theo’s chest. “Noah.” He repeated, this time
with a sense of urgency. A feeling of dread washed over him—
fright. For the first time, he was legitimately staring Fear in the
face, even though it had been haunting him for a while now.
And then it happened. She stopped and it all happened in what

seemed like a split second of some heavenly explosion.
From the outside, the wound was bound. But beyond the first
few layers of skin, it was agonizing chaos and Nyxeliade knew
this. Theo felt more conflicted than he had ever before. Such
comfort and love washing over him, but there remained the
looming sense of his decaying existence.
“Nyxeliade,” the name rolled off his tongue like liquid, “I don’t
want to leave you, but I can’t stop them. I—” He stopped
himself from speaking, knowing that Noah was right there. And
yet, it was so incredibly easy to transition into thoughts.
I killed them.
Did you? I don’t believe I feel a murderer in your heart,

Theo. Her melodic voice flowed through his mind, washing
through every crevice and floating through every space. He
closed his eyes, allowing his life mate to guide him. Were they
not once humans, too? I wonder… Her voice trailed off, light
traces of static left in its place. The Homunculus opened his
eyes, their minds gripping gently at one another as the idea was
formed without language.
He needed to speak to the souls inside him. To communicate

with them through mind and spirit. To make amends, to set
things right. Were his hands stained with blood, metaphorically,
as he believed? Nyxeliade didn’t seem to think so. She wouldn’t
lie to him—he just knew.
I did not choose this. He began, his inner voice strong and
constant. He swore to himself only to speak true words and not
to twist anything in his favor. I did not draw the alchemy circle
that destroyed you. I was not even aware of it. And I would
have done everything to stop it had I known. He paused,
anticipating the most difficult part of it. The feeling of a round
muzzle pressing against his leg urged him onward. If we keep
fighting, this body will be destroyed and neither of us will live.
And I can’t deny that I feel much to selfish to allow you to have
it. His breath got heavier as he held back the desire to cry. He
dropped the meat to the ground, fingers digging into the ashy
earth beneath him as he felt Mother Nature sway through him.
This world is too beautiful to give up. I have a passion for it
that I never could have anticipated. I want others to feel the
same way. But, most importantly, if I am gone, I have two lives
connected to me. And I refuse to destroy another two.
He could hear their soft whispers, their anger now mixed in with
understanding. The truth was a precious thing and would never
cause any extra mix-ups. It was pure, natural—like this link
between Theo and Nyxeliade.
Suddenly, the voices picked up. He could hear them, feel them
running through his body. His eyes widened in fear, anticipating
that they were about to begin battling him again.
And then it all stopped.
Peace is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Theo held back the

happiest outburst of his life. He wanted to cry and yell and jump
and run. But in this moment, in this shared feeling between him
and his Dragon, he sat utterly still and simply exuded his
emotions. His hand reached out as Nyxeliade crawled onto his
leg and was easily scooped up into his long arm. There he held
her against his chest with her damp nose tucked into his neck.
He was gentle with her, very aware of her dainty and fragile
body. And then his other arm reached out, wrapping around
Noah’s torso and pulling his into his other side.
“The side effects of my body are gone, Noah. There’s no need to

worry anymore.” Inside, he was healing himself. Inch by inch,
organ by organ. It was all piecing back together into what
appeared to be a normal human body. Everything but the heart
—the heart of red stone that held a mass of murdered, but now
peaceful souls that would serve to give Theo the power he
needed to live in order to enjoy this world to the fullest.
[I cannot even put into words how incredibly joyous and amazed
I am with Nyxeliade. She is beyond perfect and I am honored to
have bonded her. Thank you so much! ♥ ]
Thomas
Opaque Villager
21 Apr 2010, 2:11am

Tom blinked in vague surprise as the Mountain dragon he'd been
watching swept off, only to bond to a western-looking fellow
moments later. Glancing around, there were more bonds
happening all around him. Tom was beginning now to wonder if
he was doing something wrong. He'd never been at an official-
type Bonding like this before...was there something he was
missing? Or was he just not good enough for any of these
dragons?
Well, there was no need to get down about it, he told himself.
There were still more hatchlings around, after all. And even if
none of them did choose him, well...he could do without. Still -
he wanted this to happen. Fingering the remaining meat in his
hands, he set off purposefully towards where some of the slower
eggs were hatching. Most of those already hatched were
speaking to others, and he was reluctant to interfere with any
potential bondings. The new hatchlings were free for anyone to
approach, however.
Tobias, he could see, was already helping a small dragon whose

egg had been crushed. Tom paused for a second. He did seem to
be following the General around a lot today, didn't he? Strange,
but no matter.
The younger soldier hurried forward and knelt near the

Timeless Forest Dragon, who was still tangled up with her
smaller sibling. "Need any help?" he asked. "Are you
hungry?"
Updated by Thomas on 21 Apr 2010, 2:16am
Nero
Opaque Overseer
21 Apr 2010, 3:15am
Relieved when the Majestic Plains Dragon moved away, Nero

shifted restlessly where he stood, eyeing the concentration of
hatchling and humanoid scathingly. Getting cold feet, my love?
his voice mocked, and the Fallen scowled in response. With a
flick of his power, he teleported himself to the edge of the
gathering once again, careful to keep away from the general
press of people. He hated large gatherings - they always served
to remind him of exactly what he lacked, the purity that he had
lost long ago. All this emotion, this joy and vibrant life - Nero
avoided bondings for this very reason. Pressed in on all sides by
things that by his very nature were inimical to his existence,
wracked by a pain prompted by the desire to do good, he could
not help but look out over the bonding and despair.
Several bonds were found and made as Nero watched, clutching

both his arm and wing closer to his body, gritting his teeth
against the electric shocks of pain that still radiated outward
from his heart. He could feel the new connections crackling in
the air, tickling his senses. The shadows danced at his feet,
writhing as the Fallen perched upon a standing boulder to get a
better view. His hair was blown merrily about by the wind and
the chill seeped into his bones as glacier-blue eyes struggled to
focus on the mirage of scenery spread out before him. So
pretty. And so fleeting. You know they’ll all be dead in a
hundred years, the people and the dragons both. There’s no
point in getting attached, really. Death followed in his footsteps
- he’d known it for years. He didn’t need a reminder, thank you.
You never know. You’re getting so old that maybe Alzheimer’s
has set in or something.
[Crap post, but done so that everyone knows that Nero is still
lurking out there somewhere. xD]
Nero
Opaque Overseer
21 Apr 2010, 3:17am
[Same rules apply. Next post will be Next Tuesday, guys.

Remember, if you bond, you MUST post a reaction, or your bond
will wild and go unrecorded. D=]
You are all welcome, young ones, the Queen responded to

those that had thanked her, her eyes whirling in a contented
ocular miasma. Mikal sniffed, growling at those humans who
chanced to step too near the remaining eggs, but most of
Reyleith’s attention was on the humanoids themselves. Wild
Queen that she was, she found the interactions between her
children and the humanoids fascinating, and wished only the
best for her brood.
The Athletic Undertones Egg, ricocheting here and there in

it’s desperation to hatch, crashed into the First Rain Egg, and
both shattered with an explosive impact. When the dust cleared,
the Viscous Plains Dragon squared off with his Capricious
Forest Dragon brother. Both newborns hissed and thrashed
wildly about.
The tiny Pin t-si zed E gg was nearly trampled underfoot, bouncing
up and down as the tremors of it’s siblings movements caused it
to shake and shimmy upon the ground. With a particularly good
bounce, the poor egg cracked open - revealing the smallest
Mountain dragon anyone was ever likely to encounter. Smaller
even than some of her Water siblings, the Miniscule Mountain
Dragon shook herself free of the last shells of her egg,
immediately jumping into the tussle between her larger
brothers. The play-fight escalated until Reyleith calmly reached
down to separate the three hatchlings with her muzzle. The
small Mountain and her Capricious brother headed good-
naturedly out into the crowd, while the Viscous Plains Dragon
remained nearby to nuzzle his mother. When Emer chanced
closer to speak to her, Reyleith answered with a motherly smile.
Yes, I will miss them a little. But today is their day, and
yours. I can only hope that all of you can do what I could
not.
Off in the corner, and completely disjointed from the struggle

and efforts of it’s peers, the Heroic Agenda Egg rocked and
rolled it’s way into an inelegant hatching. The Indomitable
Plains Dragon emerged from his shell in a miniature explosion,
struck a pose - and then tripped as he made his way into the
crowd. Getting to his feet, he swept surreptitious glances from
side to side. No one saw that, right? With a self-depreciating
murmur, the Plains sidled into the crowd.
Away from mother and father, the Dramatic Mountain Dragon

greedily snatched up the meat offered out by Ahora. She was
ravenous, as all newborns had a right to be, and appreciated
the snappy service. Licking a bit of blood from her muzzle, she
regarded Ahora with satisfaction. I am still hungry, but I
suppose I must make do for now. Thank you, the young
female allowed, nodding her head almost regally despite the
nearly childish cadence of her words. Stretching her neck out,
she sniffed Ahora’s fingers daintily. You wouldn’t by any chance
have some more meaty goodness hidden away somewhere,
would you? Maybe you’d better get more after all.
Kallisto was regarded by a sardonic gleam in the young

Satirical Forest Dragon’s eye as the male waited for the
female warrior to process the knowledge that he’d inadvertently
passed on. When she asked her question, he was more than
happy to share yet more of his knowledge, glancing to his
brother atop Mikal‘s head. We could, yes, but for most it is
not a question of appearance. It is something else,
something special - we’ll know it when we feel it. My
brother is not looking for his bonded, however, he‘s
watching to make sure that everything proceeds as it
should. He‘ll be the last of us all, I think, if he finds his
bond at all. The forest snorted, his features in turn amused
and disdainful. It was all well and good to play the lordly
guardian, but hardly necessary at this point. Turning back to
Kallisto, the young Forest felt a tug upon his heartstrings, the
same he’d been feeling for a while and discounting as mere
nervousness; a sort of constricting and uplifting all at once,
butterflies in his stomach. Curious, he followed where the
feeling led - and before he knew it, The Reflections of the
Forgotten Forest Dragon and Kallisto were bonded. It was not an
unpleasant feeling. Well then. That was much easier than I
imagined it would be. Kallisto, I am Terrestal; it’s a
pleasure to meet you properly.
Meanwhile, the Dazzling Water Dragon accepted the proffered

water with thinly veiled relief, luxuriating in the feel of cool
liquid upon his hide. Renaud might be a bit stilly, but at least he
could get things done. Yes, it is…warm. Tell me, plant-man,
what did you come here for? The question was probably
unexpected, but that was the point, wasn’t it? Regarding
Renaud with frank curiosity, the Dazzling Water Dragon waited
for an answer.
Free of the constraining cellophane, The Majestic Plains

Dragon rose up to her full height, posing magnificently as she
stretched her young limbs. Assured of her own worth by
Oleksandra’s bracing words, the Plains was practically glowing
with good humor, her eyes wide and bright as she scanned her
surroundings. The scent of blood - and ipso facto, food -
brought her attention back to the Waterbender and her
backpack. Yes, I am very hungry. Please and thank you,
Oleksandra. With the offering of food, the bond was cemented,
and The Myth of a Swan Plains Dragon snatched up the woman’s
offering with a satisfied draconic smile. I am Turanjiel, my
bond, and I’m sure that we will become the greatest pair
ever to grace the land with our presence. A pause. Don’t
you think so?
Over by the Recalcitrant Water Dragon, Kallile would find her
fingers in danger as the youngling snapped up the meat she
held outstretched in one hand - thankfully, no blood was drawn,
and no fingers were lost, but it was a near thing. The Water’s
attention turned towards the fruit swiftly enough, tempted by
Kallile’s promise. With a dubious glower, he swept the fruit into
his maw, chewing thoughtfully. It‘s quite nice, though it
lacks the fulfillment of the meat. Well enough. Settling
down in front of the woman, he tilted his head to regard her
questions. Birthday party isn’t quite the right phrase, I
think, though it’s as apt a description as any. I’m not
quite sure what I think about this ‘whole thing‘, as you
put it, though I think a rather lot in general.
With the newborn Suave Plains Dragon, Ari had struck just the
right chord. He thinks himself handsome, too. You are not
so bad yourself, pretty girl. With a wink, the Plains snatched
up her offerings, curling his tail comfortably around her ankle as
he lapped up some of the water. Don’t look so down,
sunshine. I‘m here after all. Not exactly subtle, but the
message was clear. How you doin’, sugar? ;P
The Timeless Forest Dragon inched forward out into the

crowd, only to be approached by Tobias two moments later. She
held perfectly still as the man came nearer, though it wasn’t
fear in her eyes when the soldier eventually spoke. She
remained silent as he tripped over his words, quietly wrapping
her consciousness around his own as he clumsily attempted to
verbalize his inner struggles. They hadn’t spoken, they hadn’t
had a conversation, and she’d only first seen him a few
moments ago - but then, time had no meaning when you were
The Shattered Hourglass Forest Dragon. He was hers and she
was his, and that was all that mattered. The nearby Thomas was
afforded a nod for his trouble, but her attention was on Tobias.
I know your name, Tobias. And don’t worry, you’re doing
just fine - I am nervous, too. A meal would be much
appreciated, but it can wait until I’ve told you my name. I
am Zeiraja, and I will help you as much as I can from now
on.
Stinted by the bonding of the Timeless Forest, Another dragonet

found Thomas to be fascinating. Fascinating enough to
approach, even, nudging the boy harshly between the shoulder
blades. Don’t worry about her, look at him! The Indomitable
Plains Dragon snuffled closer to Thomas, looking for food.
The Adventurous Plains Dragon snorted as Zoey answered

her question, though she snatched up the offered foodstuffs
readily enough. Once all of the meat was gone, however, she
was compelled by her very nature to look around a bit more,
beyond the elf and her pleasant song. Sometimes, the female
answered Zoey‘s inquiry, before heading off into the crowd
without so much as a second glance.
The Savvy Water Dragon waited patiently for Evangeline to

respond, but seemed inclined to let her gaze wander around the
gathering at large as the lull in their conversation stretched out
further. Still, she was not so very rude as to leave the girl
hanging entirely - but nearby candidates would note her
inattention.
The Fierce Mountain Dragon stood glaring at Knight,

unsettled rage burning within his breast as he tried to look as
intimidating and kingly as possible. He had his pride as a
dragon to uphold, after all, what with the expected arrogance
and ingrained sense of entitlement. Knight’s angry tirade,
however, caught him completely off guard, and he stood
dumbfounded for one long moment. Unfortunately for Knight,
the moment didn’t last very long. With a flash of movement, the
young Mountain had knocked the girl down, using his newborn
bulk to simply bowl her over. Flat on her back beneath him,
Knight would be treated to an up close and personal view of the
young Mountain’s teeth. Hissing and rumbling, the Fierce
Mountain Dragon glared down into Knight’s face. Still your
tongue, foolish girl. It is none of your business what I do
or do not do - remember that it is not a human with which
you speak before spouting your words of nonsense, the
hatchling commanded - and then released her, snarling his way
back into the crowd at large. Mikal grumbled his approval, only
to fall silent at Reyleith’s glare.
Snapping at the calves of a nearby NPC, the young Mountain

made his way to the edge of the gathering - and froze, his gaze
captivated by and unlikely humanoid. Suddenly somber, the
Fierce Mountain Dragon made his way closer to the bond so
unexpectedly made, giving a small, disgruntled nod towards his
already-bonded sibling. The Arthurian Knave Mountain Dragon
turned his eyes upon his own bonded, then, the memories of
Knight’s admonishment still ringing in his throat in the
underlying notes of annoyance and impatience. Noah, then. I
am Hymnaal. Now that we’ve found each other, let’s
leave. I grow weary of all this nonsense. Oh, and I
suppose you can bring my sister and her little friend
along, too.
Back in the thick of the gathering, Bayley had managed to

prompt a sort of predatory smile from the Prized Water
Dragon, who wound himself all that much more tightly around
poor Alice. No real malice was behind his actions, not any more,
but a decided case of whimsy and mischief prevented him from
simply following directions. Until, of course, something else
forced his hand. Brother, let that girl go. Go bother some
other human - you‘ve caused this one more than enough
trouble. The sharp voice from nearby captured the Water’s
attention immediately, and his eyes followed the approach of
the Adventurous Plains Dragon. With a snort, the Prized
Water Dragon gradually loosened his grip on Alice, unwinding
his tail from her legs. Fine; I’m not picky. With a last mental
chuckle, the Savvy Water Dragon released Alice entirely - only
to slither up to the nearby Bayley. A mischievous smirk upon his
draconic features, The Coral Castle Lord attached his mind to
Bayley‘s, as tightly and as permanently as was possible given
the circumstances. I am known as Jinryal, dearest Bayley,
and you, you are mine. Let‘s have some fun, shall we?
With Alice, the Adventurous Plains female regarded the young

girl with a curious look in her eyes. She was silent for a
moment, before her voice rang out once again, no less frank
and commanding than before. You alright, then? she asked
Alice, her language simple and direct. She had no use for the
flowery dialect of some of her kind - she was the sort to get
things done, as she’d demonstrated already.
The newest additions to the chaos, the Capricious Forest

Dragon and his much smaller Miniscule Mountain Dragon
sister, quickly split off into the crowd. The Mountain was drawn
to one candidate in particular, attracted by his unique
appearance if nothing else. Zeph would find himself regarded by
a pair of fierce draconic eyes - if he chanced to look down. You.
Youuuuu. Hey there, bone-man. Trick or treat? Mischief was
quite evident in her gaze as she stared up at the Reaper, tail
twitching as she licked her jowls ravenously. Tricks were good,
too, but right now she was quite hungry, you know.
Meanwhile, the Capricious Forest Dragon had diverted to

somewhere else entirely, moving towards the food table. Hey,
he wasn’t stupid - why go to a human-thing to get food, when
there was a whole pile of it ready for the taking? Sauntering up
to the table of meat and water, he stretched his neck up to seize
one particularly juicy slab of steak, accidentally bumping into
the nearby Spinnerwhelsk as he did so. Whoops. Sorry,
human-thing. But that‘s my steak, you know.
The remaining eggs twitched and rocked - but none seemed

quite ready to break open just yet. Reyleith hummed as more
and more of her children found their bonds, and Mikal kept his
attention upon the remaining unborn children. The Versatile
Forest Dragon remained, as ever, content upon his perch, his
attentive gaze jumping here and there in his care for human and
hatchling alike. Not to be tempted by the aroma of meat or the
regard of a few desperate humanoids, the Forest remained aloft.
[Again, sorry for the delay, guys, but the bonded dragon
descriptions will go up within the next few days. Don't worry, I
promise I'll get them all typed up before Thursday!]
Ari
Polished Villager
21 Apr 2010, 3:56am
The were-girl flushed a bit with pleasure at the compliment. It

wasn’t often she was called pretty, and certainly she'd never
been called pretty while wearing blood-spattered clothes before.
She did her best to look happy, but as she noticed the pairs that
had bonded, she realized that the disappointment and longing
she’d been feeling since arriving and every time one of the little
dragons ignored her was a longing to have such a bond herself.
She had to swallow back tears as the realization hit.
Pull yourself together girl! Crying won’t get you anything but
sore eyes. Ari willed herself to think about other things, namely,
the handsome young plains fellow with his tail around her ankle.
She smiled at the Suave Plains hatchling as she handed over
her offerings. There was a hint of shyness in her voice and
sadness in her eyes despite the smile she wore.
When she tried to speak, she found herself stuttering. So she

switched to mindspeech, hoping that would be alright. Her odd
speech pattern was missing from her mindvoice. With that she
spoke with a bit more confidence, though she was unable to
hide her feelings of confusion and loneliness, despite her best
efforts to ignore them.
Thank you for the compliment. I can’t remember the last

time anyone called me pretty. It means a lot, coming from
a handsome dragon like you.
She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to be rude, but very
much wanting to know. Ari had her doubts that she was what
any of the wonderful creatures was looking for. Despite the
Suave Plains hatchling’s little compliment, she knew that
among her family she was considered somewhat plain looking,
and even among the citizens of Isnit she was rather odd
looking. What did she have to offer one of these creatures? She
was an odd, homeless little shape-shifter like her whose powers
were largely at the mercy of the moon. Was it at all possible
that one of the dragons might take a liking to her? If one did,
what would that mean? If it meant an end to the loneliness that
had plagued her since the PIF had dropped her in the middle of
the town square, then she would welcome it.
May I ask... If you don’t mind answering... What is it you

are looking for? All of your siblings seem to be searching
for a specific something. Do you all have something in
mind, or do you just know it when you find it?
Updated by Ari on 21 Apr 2010, 4:13am
Alice Gray
Polished Villager
21 Apr 2010, 7:31am
Was she alright? She was.... alive. Alice sighed and shook her
head, her brain and buzz her head hurting from stress and a
lack of... many necessities. The air around her crackled with
bondings. Left and right they seemed to happen with no
apparent rhyme or reason.
Though technically she had not yet gotten settled on Isnit she
would find that bondings happened around her more often then
they happened to her, and they would happen to her quite
often. She was like a magnet for bondings, not always her own.
This seemed to continue as Bayley bonded to her ex-captor,
saved by a dragon that looked like the one that had bonded to
the skater boy.
She blinked curiously to Bayley and her bonded before shaking
her head and silently wishing the girl good luck with that one.
Now to turn her attention to her savior which was a dragon,

hmm. So far her view of dragons was less then nice and she
hadn’t the chance to observe anyone elses goings on. She’d had
to watch out for herself first, right?
“Yes,” She said, gathering herself up, exhaling shakily as she
stood up straight. Look, you could survive this now. Apparently
everyone wasn’t in a suicidal group here and they’d come to
this... place for a reason. Alice didn’t know what was going on
really (she didn’t even know what these electric feeling in the
air WAS) but it seemed but she wasn’t about to let herself look
vulnerable again.
“Thanks for that, I needed the help,” She said, stomach
growling so loudly it almost drowned out the word ‘help’.
She blinked, eyes wide at her saviour before laughing, “Ow...

Hahaha... Oh my Xai’re, if I don’t eat soon I’ll be up there with
Him,” Alice said, her laughter hurting and bringing tears to her
eyes. She couldn’t wait around to be fed.
“Well I’m going to grab some of that fruit, if you want to come
with.”
Alice didn’t care, it was up to the dragon but she wasn’t going
to put it off for anyone. They seemed to think they were so
great and seemed perfectly capable of making their own
decisions. She left the offer open before simply walking past the
dragon, swerving through the crowd (subconsciously keeping a
safe distance from the other dragons) to get to the barrel of
fruit.
As she walked, when there was a moment of less crowded ness,

she wiped at her leaking eyes. Gawd she hurt something fierce.
Like the dragons she wanted meat, a good steak with potatoes
or a big warm bowl of beef stew where all the vegetables are so
soft you can just chug the whole thing, no chewing required?
That was what she really wanted but there was no way she was
eating raw meat and nobody here seemed to have a kitchen on
hand so she would live by what her dad always said, ‘beggars
can’t be choosers’ as she picked up the first thing she pulled out
of the barrel.
It looked like a red delicious (the apple) in shape, in texture an

orange and colour... a black berry? Alice didn’t question it as
she bit into it, finding that it did, indeed, have a peel.
She made use of her teeth as she tore away the peel and took a
bite of the sweet, green flesh.
Dirty hands gripped the fruit, hands shaking with relief as the
food hit her stomach.
“I don’t know what this is but it’s the best thing I’ve ever
tasted.”
With the same amount of manners as many of the starving
hatchlings Alice tore into this fruit, sticky fruit juice dribbling
down her chin.
“In Zu’hai’s name I have never tasted anything so good...”
It was probably the starvation talking but at this moment in

time nothing much mattered. She was really eating something
and it was SO GOOD! Alice knew how the hatchlings felt, hungry
maybe a bit tired... She had no idea they were searching for
bonded, though. The concept was alien to her.
Renaud le Gant
Glittery Villager
21 Apr 2010, 10:08am
The plant man blinked a little at the question, a thoughtful look

coming to his face as he sprinkled another handful of water over
the Water hatchling who was quite dazzling. "I came to see if I
could Bond with a Dragon or at least watch the festivities." He
finally replied with a smile. "I sort of just followed the rest of
the group, but when I got here, I found I could possibly find a
new friend." He didn't know what the creature was looking for in
an answer, so he didn't really stretch it to try to be something
huge like... soul searching. Renaud shrugged a little, tipping the
bowl to see if the little Dragon wanted to climb in instead of
getting handfuls of water poured on them.
"That is the long and short of it, I suppose. I came here to Bond
with a Dragon." Simple, to the point... but not the most dazzling
of reasons one might give, especially with it being their first
Dragon Bonding. Renaud's eyes wandered a little, watching as
more people became paired with their new Dragon companion.
Since this was before he had met Adelinde, he did not know the
special bond that the noble Dragon brought to the table. "Is
there anything else that you would like? More meat?" He asked,
offering another piece of the red, tender, bloody meat.
Archer
Po l i s he d Re g i s tra r
21 Apr 2010, 10:42am
One minute he was reaching for Alice's hand, the next he was
eating dirt. Archer rolled over, squinting into the sun overhead,
heart hammering. The girl... if something had taken him down,
then she could be...
Yet in the split second it took to form that thought a shadow fell
over him. A muzzle, not a face, peered down at him, its features
haloed and obscured by sunlight. His fingers searched the dirt
for a rock, closing around one...
You'll do, I suppose; at least you can take a hit.
"Wha...?"
All right, come on now, stop lazing around, let's go get

some grub. I'm Lerandalyn - don't forget it.
The stone tumbled from his suddenly slack grasp.

"Lerandalyn," he echoed, still flat on his back on the scorched
grass.
Yes, that's right, the dragonet replied impatiently, although

there was definite amusement in her voice. Now are you going
to get up, or am I going to have to make you?
He rubbed his face, leaving a smear of ash across one cheek.

"Gonna get up, I s'pose. You seen my hat?" The muzzle
retreated, leaving Archer wincing in the sudden return of the
sunlight. Still, without a dragon looming over him, he could haul
himself to his feet. He did so, trying in vain to shake the soot
and dirt from his clothes and hair. There was something just on
the edge of his mind, something eclipsed by the strange wonder
of bonding. A thick-scaled nose nudged him; his hat was
pressed into his hand. "Thank ya kindly--"
THE GIRL.
Archer spun. The girl, the one he'd been about to save, who'd
been about to be eaten. "Where'd she go?"
She's fine. My sister's with her. Now, food?
Disbelieving, he followd the Mountain's gaze. Indeed, there was

Alice, almost nose-to-nose with another Plains, while her
tormentors paired off with others. He continued staring as the
girl moved away, got a piece of fruit, and began eating. "Good
t'see her eatin'. Pains me t'see a girl without no one in
the world and nothin' to eat--"
This time the nudge was far less gentle. There are other little
girls without anything to eat, you know. Like me.
For a moment he just stared down at her. Then he laughed, and

stroked her knobbly spine fondly. "Right you are, my lil'
beauty. Come on now, Miss Lerandalyn. Let's get ya some
chow."
Kallile
21 Apr 2010, 10:33pm
Well aware of the deadly game of jeopardy she had just brought
herself into, Kallile stood strong against the teeth that came
crashing down dangerously close and knew there would be no
difference between the meaty treat and the crunch of her fragile
fingers should the Recalcitrant Water Dragon have shifted
just centimeters closer. But she was a fighter, at heart, and a
few broken bones or missing fingers (or the idea of them, at
least) did not daunt her for the time being.
"I think of fruit as the cruel joke of plant-life. So good,

but you have to have a whole tree of it to feel full. And by
that time you're sick of it." She shrugged and smirked. "Nice
flavor before you get to that point, though." She chuckled
as she plopped another bite into her mouth and began carving
out another large hunk for the hatchling before her.
Chewing thoughtfully as she listened to the dragonet speak, she

couldn't help but to hold the small grin on her face. If only her
parents could have seen her now; they would loose their minds.
Licking away a few droplets of sticky-sweet juice from her lips
she held out the newly carved second offering of fruit--this time
careful to hold the absolute farthest tip back.
"Description was mostly what I was going for, so fair

enough. I mean, all in all you are kinda 'born' to the world
today. Close enough to a birthday for me." Another shrug.
She wasn't really sure what one was supposed to talk about
with a dragon, but she was giving it a try anyway. "Well then,
even if you don't know what to think about all this right in
front of you--what do you like to think about?"
Mentally she cursed herself. He was a newborn. What was he

supposed to think about? The meaning of life? She supposed
such a drastic thing was possible--he was of a nearly ageless
breed. So...why not start early with wondering about all of life's
mysteries?
Thomas
Opaque Villager
22 Apr 2010, 12:01am

Tom had crouched down in the dirt to offer food to the Timeless
Forest Dragon, and didn't move at all while the dragon brushed
past him and went straight to Tobias, bonding instantly. Now, of
course he was happy for them and all - the General deserved it
- but the boy couldn't help but feel just the tiniest bit put out
by the dismissal. He immediately tried to quash the feeling, of
course, but still...
...and just then he was nudged from behind, hard enough that
he had to throw out one hand to catch himself. Flipping around,
so that he was seated with his legs curled beneath him, he saw
his attacker - another hatchling. This one looked more like the
first one he'd spoken to - wings, legs, tail, all the parts of what
he considered to be a proper dragon were present and
accounted for. The one that had just bonding to Tobias had been
different, green and snakelike and furry. Quite different from
the parents, just how did that work, anyway? Tom wondered idly
for a second, before quickly realizing the reason that the
dragonet had approached him: he was hungry. Very hungry
Tom shifted to a kneeling position and held out the meat he had
been offering to the other dragon, holding it carefully so as to
avoid being nipped by overly-enthusiastic dragon teeth. "Hey,
here you go. No need to push," he said, though his tone was
too mild for the words to really sound like much of a rebuke.
They were only newborns, after all.
Updated by Thomas on 23 Apr 2010, 1:16am
Ahora
Opaque Villager
22 Apr 2010, 12:04am
Yay! She didn't get eaten after all! Ahora felt strangely proud of
this little fact, not that y'know it woulda happened anyways....
Maybe.. Well you never know! Though the girl was happy that
the lovely mountain(maybe, just a thought though?) didn't just
pass her by, instead she stayed rather close. Though she did
seem hungry still! Ahora took like two seconds out of her time
to think about running back to get more food before actually
doing it.
"Hey, y'know what? Would you mind staying right here? I'll be
right back with more steak and water and fruits and what not."
All she could carry more like it. Which, with only one arm able
to really carry things, wasn't exactly the greatest amount ever,
but hopefully in the end it would be at least semi-enough to
satisfy the little ones (well not really little... but child and all
that jazz) appetite.
So without an answer (maybe she should have waited.... Oh
well. Hopefully this one wouldn't like bite her head off (literally
and figuratively) for not waiting), Ore took off at a fast paced
trot/ run towards the table, trying her best to avoid stepping on
tails and bumping into others, and when she did she
immediately flew on by with a quick Sorry!
Once at the table, Ahora paused a few seconds, studying the
meat. She didn't have any meat eaters (well ones that liked
steak) so naturally, Ore didn't have the faintest idea what was
what. Finally she settled on two steaks, one looked like a T-
bone (well it had a bone in the shape of a T, so it better be that
or the person who named the steaks was either blonde or
stupid, no offence to the blondes out there) and the other was
just some sort of cut that was big. Well in her eyes anyways, to
a dragon maybe not that much.
Ahora managed to curl her claw just enough to hold the steaks
as she picked up a flask of water and since she hadn't the
faintest idea where the fruit was (though perhaps it was that
colorful pile people were grabbing from.. Huh. OH well) Ahora
just continued back to the dragon. A little less rushed this time,
but she didn't want her to go away. That would be seriously
dissapointing and incredibly embarressing.
Ahora went directly back to the spot where she had encountered
the mountain dragon and instantly laid down the water and the
steaks. They were a pain to carry and she wanted them out of
her hair as soon as possible. Not to mention the meat had like
liquid stuff on the outside. Blech. How anyone could eat this
stuff raw was beyond her, but then again they were carnivores
and they were dragons. She wasn't exactly in any position to
question their eating habits.
Kallisto
22 Apr 2010, 5:18am
Kallisto listened carefully to what the Dragonet had to say. She

wondered how he could be so knowledgable about things when
he had only hatched less than an hour ago. Well, appearance
certainly was a sketchy factor. There was no way to tell who
people really were by looks alone. She supposed it could play a
factor though. Watching things was he? How...responsible of
him. It was then that Kallisto began to feel the oddest
sensation. As if she were being...pulled out of her body.
No...gentler than that. Coaxed.
There wasn't the sharpness of lightning, or the gentle lick of

flame. The Bond wasn't something that melted them together. It
felt as if invisible hands took parts of her and softly wove them
with peices of the Dragon. There. They were woven together. A
Bond forged, not to blend them together, but to show them the
similarities and differences of each other. Not so they could be
one being, but so they could compliment each other.
Kallisto watched him, her glowing green eyes matching the rich,
textured green of his scales. Complimentery indeed. Terrestal.
There was a low, soft rumble of contentment in her throat. One
might call it a purr if one wasn't frightened of getting their face
bitten off. "Hmmm.' Her hum seemed two-toned, part human,
part....something more animal. "The pleasure is mine." She
spoke, voice low and amused. The Tigress shifted, facing
Terrestal, head lowering slightly so her feline eyes met his own,
purple-like ones. Both Dragon and Bonded examined each other,
as if trying to learn each other's secrets with that one glance.
Well, this was certainly going to be an interesting experience.
Updated by Kallisto on 22 Apr 2010, 10:56pm
Knight
Opaque Villager
22 Apr 2010, 10:29pm
Knight barely had time to register from the time she had ended
her talking to when she found herself laying on her back with
the young dragon snarling down at her.
She had defiantly seen that coming, and hadn't done a thing
about it. The funny thing about her was, as long as she was
around other people, she was the sane one, the good influence.
As soon as she had been a way from them for a few days
though? Thats when they started to rub off on her. Both her
best friend and her younger brother was rash, and she'd made
fun of them for it. But now here she was, acting just like them
in even more dangerous situations.
As soon as the dragon left her, she stood up, shaking her head
to get what dirt she could out of her hair. Anger at the dragon
flared up shortly, but dissapaited as soon as he left her veiw,
leaving behind only pride. Oh yes. She was a prideful girl who
tried to be modest. She was the shy girl who rarely talked, but
was blunt and honest when she did speak up. But the childish
insecurities had caused her to act immature, causing her a
fearful moment.
The girl looked around again, observing the activty around her.
No one seemed to be paying any attention to her. Good. That
ment they probably didn't see her make a complete fool of
herself. Bondings were happening left and right. That one forest
was still perched on his dad's back.
What was he looking for anyways? What were they all looking
for? Some of the dragons seemed to randomly approach a
person and bond them, without even talking previously. Odd was
the only word for it really. Atleast... It just wasn't something
she understood.
But the main thing Knight wanted to know was what the heck
was she supposed to do now. There wasn't anyone she knew
well enough to approach (and the rashly approaching someone
proved not to work very well for the girl). She wasn't like her
younger brother, just going around with a grin shaking
everyone's hand and being perfectly friendly regardless of if
she'd even seen them before. And she had moved herself nicely
from the edges of the crowd and was now into it. Crowds were
not quite a place she knew how to find her way through. She
normally allowed someone else to clear the path for her, and
would just follow close enough behind them that the path didn't
have time to close up between her and the one she was
following. But the leader was normally a friend who was going
the exact place she was, and didn't mind her following them.
And there wasn't any of those people here. And while she could
sprint in an unfammiliar forest without grazing any trees, she
couldn't find a single path in the mass of a group of people.
Tobias Creed
22 Apr 2010, 11:57pm
The aged general stood, trying to shake the feeling of

listlessness from his body like it was a dirty coat. After he had
narrated his troubles to the serpentine lady before him, his eyes
slid up and down the coils of her body. That muted purple color
was tantalizing; in the dusky light that pervaded the clearing, it
looked flaxen and soft. The absurd urge to touch her scales took
control not only of his mind but of his motor reflexes, and his
hand lifted from his side unbidden, though the distance between
them was great.
Then she spoke, and he understood that which moments ago he

had been mocking. 'Understood' might not have been the
correct word--suffice to say he was invaded by it, and his will
was swiftly conquered. He staggered and almost fell towards the
Forest Dragon, her name ringing in his head like maddening
bells. Oh, he didn't like this, this was even more vulnerable than
he had been before, this was--
Don't resist it. She's yours, and you're hers. Let her in or regret
not doing so...probably for the rest of your life. This is not a
bad thing, General.
Some sort of amalgam between his mind and Zeiraja's advised

him. He breathed, exhaling violently, letting their combined
consciousness settle. "Jesus..." It felt like the worst hangover
he'd ever had, but the headaches and stomach cramps were
accompanied by ecstasy. He couldn't think beyond her mossy
eyes. "God help me, am I in love with somethin' that's not
even human?"
"I'm sure that something resembling 'love' is shared

between us. But it is that of the Bond; I shall be your
companion, and you are meant for me." Zeiraja was nigh-
starving, but she took these loaded moments in stride, walking
up to the man and pressing her head against the palm of his
outstretched hand.
She was perfect, from the line of leafy fur that followed her
spine to her small, bird-like feet. Confusion dissolved and
comfort, plush and inviting, took its place. Tobias ran his fingers
over the beginnings of her small 'mane' and might have
continued with such shows of affection had he not remembered
that she was newly hatched. "...Right. Let's get you some
meat."
Thomas, who had followed him to the recently broken eggs, had
been snatched up by another young dragon. Tobias offered a
wave to the younger soldier, and to Zeph, a pleasantry that he
wouldn't have indulged in if he hadn't been so giddy. In a haze,
he retrieved several slabs of steak for his glorious Forest lass,
and she ate them with subdued gusto, ever patient.
Updated by Tobias Creed on 22 Apr 2010, 11:59pm
Bayley
Opaque Villager
23 Apr 2010, 1:44am
Bayley stared at the Water Dragon for a good two minutes

before saying anything, and the most he could prompt from her
after seizing her mind was:
"Yuh-you're... Jinryal?"
Oh gods, was she in for it.
Staring at the Water Dragon, she tried to calm herself. She had
done it! A completed bonding, all on her own! It had chosen
her! She should be jumping for joy!
But she was nervous, for as he attached to her, bonding himself

to her, she had a shocking realization: He was a Lord.
"Jinryal... Hm. I like your name. It's got a cool ring to it, you
know?" she said finally, running her hand along his fin. He let
out a low growl, but her mind echoed with a throaty chuckle.
Yes, I thoroughly enjoy my name too. It's very dragon-y, I
suppose. I'm not too worried about it.
He didn't talk much, did he? "Well, I think I'll need to give you a
nickname. Nicknames are kind of my thing, and with your kind
of name, a nickname works. We'll just shorten it to Jin, okay?
Of course, your name is still Jinryal, but I like Jin." Bayley said
with a decisive nod. He shrugged, but moved closer, wrapping a
tail around her leg. Whatever floats your boat, Bayl.
((Thank you, Nero (agh, names... I fail at names. x3x;;)! <3

And good luck to everyone else! I can't wait to have fun with
Bayley and Jinryal. She's going to have a lot of trouble with this
big ol' lord, but they should get along... swimmingly. 8D;;
*SHOT*))
Updated by Bayley on 23 Apr 2010, 2:37am
Zeph
Opaque Villager
23 Apr 2010, 4:24pm
Zeph chuckled as two eggs hatched together, their occupants

quickly getting into a play-fight. Keeping a close eye on the
Pint-sized Egg, he nodded approvingly as it hatched into an
equally small dragon, who proceeded to pounce on its siblings.
Ah, the energy of the young.
At this point, the Soul Collector was distracted by the sight of
Tobias courting a very pretty Forest Dragon. Watching with
interest, he realized that the two had bonded. "Good for you,
Tobias. She's a keeper." he muttered softly, acknowledging the
soldier's wave with a lifted hand on his own. He was happy for
his friend, especially since he seemed to have found a good
match.
Feeling like he was being watched, Zeph glanced around, then

looked down sharply as a voice addressed him. Surprised and
happy to see the dragon that had hatched from the small egg
standing in front of him, he tipped his head in greeting.
"I think treats are in order," he replied, a skeleton hand

plucking a chuck of meat from the pile next to him. Offering it
to Miniscule Mountain Dragon, he added, "and my name is
Zeph." Being called 'bone-man' was politer than 'dead thing', at
least in his eyes.
Spinnerwhelsk
Opaque Villager
24 Apr 2010, 6:27pm
Spinnerwhelsk was so preoccupied filling his empty belly on the

delicious, delicious foods that he had been so lucky to find. As a
matter of fact, he couldn't even hear or smell the dragon that
was approaching the foodstuffs from behind him; thus, when the
forest dragon actually bumped into him, the wherboy jumped
with a squeal.
Whoops. Sorry, human-thing. The dragon, even more

surprisingly, then spoke to him. But that‘s my steak, you
know. Spinner squawked, as he replied, with the usual
confusion tinging his voice:
"Staaaake... isss... miiiiiiine?" And he began to eat a piece of

fruit. To be honest, he didn't know what most of these pieces of
food were called; nor did he care. He was downright starving,
and to be able to fill himself up on free food was a blessing;
dragon or not!
Evangeline
24 Apr 2010, 7:26pm
Evan crouched down on slippered feet and listened to the

wonderful female as she spoke. Her mind was whirring with all
that was being said, trying to understand and fit what the Water
was telling her leaving her silent for the longest of times before
she took a bite out of the banana in her hands with a slow nod,
“Ok, then I’m doing the right thing here, speaking to you
and not running around to everyone else.” She finally
muttered with a smile, “Cultivating our relationship.” She
rephrased seeming slightly proud of herself for learning his new
more sophisticated word.
Her eyes travelled around the crowd as well, blinking as the

bright sunlight lit up her liquid silver eyes. Her bum found its
way to the ground as she sat, now cross legged, before the
regal female whilst eating her banana piece by piece quite
content to just lounge in the sun. Looking up at the sky she
noted a few oddly shaped clouds, “Hey look it’s a dragon
shaped cloud.” She pointed up above her head at the puffy
white mass with a smile. This revelation brought about another
question as the girl flopped onto her back to look up at the sky,
“Can you fly?” She asked the little big one with a tilted head.
Ok, perhaps it was a strange question but the blond angel was a
little confused, could Water dragons fly just like all the other
ones? Or could they only ‘fly’ in the water? Could she fly this
young? When would she be able to fly? “And another thing,”
The curious angel announced as she rolled onto her stomach to
prop herself up on her elbows with a raised brow, “What do
dragons do for fun?” She asked as her wings stretched out
over her head like an umbrella to shield herself from the beating
rays of the sun.
Updated by Evangeline on 24 Apr 2010, 7:26pm
Zoey
Opaque Villager
26 Apr 2010, 7:00pm
Zoey sighed as the Adventurous Plains Dragon walked away

back into the crowd. She, herself had become restless from
sitting, and decided to grab more meat before interacting with
any more dragonets. An empty stomach was never a good thing
around here, making her way through the crowd, watching her
feet so she didn't step on anyone or trip. Looking over the eggs
that were left, many had already hatched, so there were.
She noticed as the Indomitable Plains Dragon brust from his
own egg in a striking pose. And giggled a bit when he stumbled,
the half-elf couldn't help but go over and offer him the meat she
had just retrieved. "I must say that was a brilliant
enterance, young one." She bowed her head in respect,
knowing that it was probably wise to do so, "Are you hungry
by chance?" Having a conversation seemed like the right thing
to do at the moment. Zoey took a glance at the Versatile
Forest Dragon, but only long enough to know that he had not
yet moved from his perch above everyone.
Oleksandra
Opaque Villager
27 Apr 2010, 12:54am

Oleks was ecstatic that the dragonet had accepted her offer. Of
course, she was slightly taken aback when the hatchling used
her name, because she didn’t recall ever introducing herself, but
perhaps she just forgot. In any case, things seemed to be going
swimmingly. Then not an instant later, the Waterbender felt a
presence seize her mind. Before she could even question what
was happening, Turan explained herself, and claimed Oleks as
her bond. I am Turanjiel, my bond, and I’m sure that we
will become the greatest pair ever to grace the land with
our presence. Oleksandra stared at the dragon. She didn’t
even notice that her mouth was slightly ajar. Don’t you think
so?
The Waterbender was so shocked that she couldn’t answer. She

was bonded to a dragon? Could this hatchling be yanking her
chain? It seemed so surreal, and yet the fact that Oleks could
sense the Plains in her mind told her it was true. Turan’s smile
faded as she picked up Oleks disbelief, taking it as doubt of her
greatness. The dragon’s eyes narrowed. Am I not good
enough for you?
”NO!” Oleks had found her voice, “Dohn think that! I am juzt
zurprized, eez all. Thought ‘oo made mistake?”
I told you my name, did I not? I do not make mistakes.

Turan’s tone was radiating annoyance.
”No,” Oleks agreed, “I vould hope not.” The answer was a

little weak, but the dragon was satisfied, and her anger
dissipated. Yet, the Waterbender could feel a uncomfortable tug
at the back of her mind and recognized it as an odd thirst that
was not her own. ”I still have vater bowl,” She gestured to
the dish abandoned on the ground, ”Eef ‘oo vould like some
vater.”
Yes, I am quiet parched, thank you. The Plains sat back on

her haunches and lifted the bowl with both front feet, taking
small, polite sips. This bond was still strange to Oleksandra, but
as she watched her new dragon companion drink, she realized
she couldn’t have been happier.
“’Oo are right. Vee vill be the greatest.” It was a delayed

response to the dragon’s earlier question. Turan smiled and
handed Oleks an empty bowl.
Thank you.
Updated by Oleksandra on 27 Apr 2010, 12:56am
Noah
Opaque Villager
27 Apr 2010, 8:31pm
Noah knew there was a chance that just because a young

dragon came in their direction, it didn't mean that they would
be bonded, but alas he found himself pulsing excitement as a
little female seemed interested in the two of them. The tiny
water dragon glided in their direction on swift, webbed toes, her
long neck craned looking towards...Theo! A sparkling smile lit
up the boys face as he watched the little creature bounding
towards his dear friend, and then in a burst of energy that Noah
couldn't truly understand at that moment, he saw the
connection that had been birthed coax them closer. Springing to
life and bobbing up to full height, Noah wiggled closer to Theo
before he forced himself to stop, realizing that he and his
dragon were having a moment; something special. Every nerve
in his body was being pinched, fighting the urge to hurl himself
in his friend's direction in congratulatory embrace. [i]'Leave 'em
alone... Just 'nother minute...Just 'nother...'[/i] And then, as if
this short fraction of a moment had made all the difference in
Theo's life, the little dragon, Nyxeliade, melted into her new life
long companion's arms, allowing herself to totally be engulfed
with a joy that even Noah could feel radiating a distance away.
Feeling a strong but gentle arm weave around his hips and tug
him down at Theo's side, Noah grinned childishly with delight,
cobalt eyes sparkling like champagne. Excitedly, Noah threw his
arms around his friend's shoulders, careful not to crush
Nyxeliade beneath his grasp, but tightened his grip in a friendly
hug. "Ya see, now? I told ya you'd get a lil' kiddo, didn't I?
Mhm I did! An' she's a really pretty one, too!" With that, his
grip slackened around his companion, one hand staying on
Theo's shoulder while the other went to softly stroke Nyxeliade
cheek, his boyish fingers running down her smooth skin softly.
Oh, what a day!
But then, Noah felt the strangest feeling. It was like a magnetic
force pulled his head to twist around and glance at the crowd,
blurring the bodies and shapes of the surrounding guests and
hatchlings until there was only a single one that stayed within
focus. A pulse of life throbbed down his spine, similar to the
dominant shivers that would come moments before he shifted
into his animal form, but this one was different... This one
almost had the purest essence of apathy tangled in the marvels,
and suddenly, Noah knew exactly how Theo had felt.
The ashen body of the Mountain came trudging over, the thick
stomach of the dragon swinging with his brutish step. His awe
struck face finally molded into a delighted smile, the happiness
similar to that of a child seeping from his presence. His very
own dragon! This was one of the many moments in his life,
where a smile could simply not be wiped from his face. From ear
to ear his cartoonish grin reigned, the pearly teeth in his cavity
glowing in the sunlight. He hardly knew what to say, but
naturally, being Noah, he said something anyway. "Oh gosh!
This is just.. This is so unexpected! Aww Hymnaal, I'm
Noah! Oh, well, I s'pose you already know that, dontcha?
Well, this is Theo 'ere, he's my best friend, mhm. An' uh...
Ohh just gosh!" Feeling a swift flush to his cheeks, he
swallowed awkwardly as the pink hue reached his face, sending
waves of blood to his ears. A small, pitying small found its way
onto Hymnaal's own marble lips, his tail flicking as he strode
closer. "I suppose you'll have to do, won't you? Don't
worry, Noah, I'll get a back bone for you yet."
Extending a hand out to the black Mountain dragon, Noah made

a swift movement for Hymnaal to come closer, his eyes friendly
despite the comment on him being spineless. "C'mon!" Looking
at the outstretched fingers a moment, Hymnaal moved in and
rested the arch of his head in Noah's palm, feeling as the joints
enclosed perfectly around the four horns that poked from his
skull. They were a match indeed.
Nero
Opaque Overseer
28 Apr 2010, 12:42am
[Alright, only one or two more rounds until we wrap everything

up! I'm trying to get this done relatively quickly, cause I know
y'all have been waiting a while. Make sure you don't miss any
rounds, and be sure to be polite to those who bond! Next post
will be on Tuesday.]
Under the watchful gaze of it’s parents, the Tantamount

Miscalculations Egg shattered into precisely eight pieces,
revealing the dark form of The Dynamic Mountain Dragon.
The male looked around with an air of excitement, twisting
through the remaining eggs to dive headlong into the crowd.
Knocking into one of his siblings’ eggs on the way, the other
shell fell over onto it’s side with a sharp crack. From the black
depths of the Devil's Trap Egg emerged the decidedly cheery
Whimsical Forest Dragon, who shook a sticky glob of
membrane from her snout before moving forward into the
crowd, weaving her way through people and dragons alike as
she crooned her appreciation of all of the new sights and
sounds.
The Mellifluous Demise Egg, however, did not seem at all

inclined to hatch. It remained conspicuously still, silent,
motionless - Mikal gave this egg a worried glance, but Reyleith
seemed perfectly calm, and the Noble Dragon settled down after
a gruff mumble. The heart-and-bones marked egg pulsed
steadily in a circle of it’s sibling’s eggshells, frozen in time. The
Assassin's Footsteps Egg, though, succumbed to the general
festive feeling of the occasion. Splitting precisely in two, as if
cut by a diamond knife, the hemispheres of the egg fell apart,
and the The Quiet Water Dragon blinked in the alien sunlight.
With a sniff, the newborn toddled into the crowd, waving her
fins.
The Dramatic Mountain Dragon condescended to wait for

Ahora as the girl went to fetch more food and water, glancing
around with exaggerated impatience and sniffing at the air until
the girl came back. The spoils were worth the wait, however, as
Ahora came back with an armload of goodies. Oh my, aren‘t
you enterprising. Thank you, again. Snatching up a few
chunks of meat, the female mountain smiled at the feeling of
Ahora’s anxiety, which fair stained the air with it’s energy.
Chuckling to herself, The Midnight Soliloquy Mountain wrapped a
mental arm around the girl’s shoulders. With a dramatic
gesture, the Mountain bowed her head in greeting and
acknowledgement - an effect somewhat ruined by the slab of
meat dangling out of her mouth. Don‘t worry so very much,
dearest Ahora. Your Letaeni will take care of you from
now on.
Evangeline‘s statement made the Savvy Water Dragon

chuckle, even as she looked upward to see the ‘dragon-shaped’
cloud the angel had noticed. That’s true, I suppose. And yes,
I can fly. Not at the moment, of course, my wings are too
small - but some day, I‘m sure. My kind like the water, but
all dragons are creatures of the sky. Like you - or are your
wings only for show? She blinked as the girl changed the
subject, or rather, extended the current one. For fun? I am…
not sure. I have never had ‘fun‘ before. What is this ‘fun’
that you speak of ?
Knight wasn‘t completely in the clear - someone had noticed her

rather ungraceful chastisement, though that someone wasn‘t
likely to make a big issue of it. The Whimsical Forest Dragon
flowed over to the poor little lost girl with all the grace of a
slow-motion waterfall, looking cheerfully into Knight’s eyes.
Hey, are you okay, little human chick? Don‘t worry about
Hymnaal, he‘s an asshole. You know what would make you
feel better, though? Getting me some food. I‘m fucking
starving!
Rescued from her captors, it was hardly any wonder that Alice
felt the need to indulge in some near-hysteric relief. The
Adventurous Plains Dragon regarded the girl with frank
curiosity as Alice’s stomach grumbled, though responded with a
You‘re welcome, anyways. When Alice moved off to get herself
some food, the Plains moved along with her, and all of her
draconic siblings were careful to move out of the way as the
pair swept along. When the girl dug into the barrel of fruit, the
female’s eyes were almost steely as she got a good look at the
tear tracks upon Alice’s face. The Prairie Treasure Plains
suppressed a hiss, waiting until the girl had at least finished
chewing before addressing her - and at the same time, wrapping
her consciousness around her like a shield. Alice. I know that
you’re not too happy with my kind at the moment, but pay
attention now, it‘s important. My name is Ralannath. The
Queen had taken an official interest - and no one would ever try
to subvert a dragon Queen’s desires. Alice had found herself the
perfect guardian; but would she be able to handle the fiery
personality that came along with it?
Nearer to the eggs, and even though she was currently having a
conversation with his Reyleith, Emer would not be allowed to
escape notice for very long. The Dynamic Mountain Dragon
popped out of the crowd to creel longingly at the nymph,
obviously quite hungry, though he seemed perfectly happy just
to be so near to a humanoid. Indeed, though he continued to
whine for food, the Mountain danced around Emer with frank
curiosity in his gaze, sniffing and snuffling the previously-
supposed vampire all over.
The Recalcitrant Water Dragon seemed to be enjoying his

intellectual conversation with Kallile, plunging into the debate
wholeheartedly. He made enough time to take the fruit, though,
this time being a bit more careful about where he put his teeth.
We‘re born when we find our bonds, or when we decide to
forsake them. But yes, I believe you‘ve got the gist of it. A
small draconic smile curved on to the male’s lips when the
woman asked what he liked to think about - and in that instant
of amusement, The Death of Reason found his bond. I think
about everything, and I think about nothing. Right now,
I‘m thinking about you. I am Synrea, Kallile. What do you
think about that?
The Indomitable Plains Dragon, meanwhile, eagerly gobbled

up the meat Zoey and Thomas offered out. He similarly accepted
the elf ’s compliment about his entrance, puffing out his chest in
a strikingly manly pose. Satisfied that he had the humanoids’
complete attention, the young Plains fanned his wings, blowing
brimstone-scented air into the two candidate‘s faces. He then
gave them both a toothy smile, a faint hiss emanating from the
depths of his throat. Have you got any more for me? I‘m
really very hungry. I want lots of meat. Lots and lots. Or
I‘ll eat one of you instead. Wasn’t he just the cutest dragon
ever? 8D
Another dragonet hardly thought so, snorting as she

approached. The Quiet Water Dragon didn’t say anything, but
then the disdainful look upon her face spoke volumes for her.
Her brother hissed warningly - which the Water also ignored,
looking up at Thomas searchingly. Well, human? Foodplz.
The honesty in Renaud‘s answer seemed to momentarily startle

the Dazzling Water Dragon, who was silent as the plant-man
elaborated. Cynical, the hatchling was at least willing to listen,
and could sense no ulterior motives behind Renaud’s simplicity.
A bit dumbfounded by this fact, the dragon relaxed a bit,
perhaps even unwillingly - and just like that, a bond was made,
much to The Walls of Eden Lord‘s chagrin. No, I suppose that
will do for now. Listen, Renaud - I am Cyral. I don‘t know
if I was what you expected when you said you wanted a
new friend, but we‘re stuck with each other now. And he
was the only one who was allowed to complain about it, kthnks.
Capricious Forest Dragon snickered at Spinnerwhelsk’s

strange pronunciation, but he answered the implicit inquiry
readily enough. Yes, it‘s mine. The meat-stuff. You can have
the nasty fruit that you‘re eating now, though. That‘s not
nearly as good. Grimacing as Spinner bit into an apple, the
Forest selected a juicy morsel of meat from the table and
gulped it down with a noisy amount of gusto. Licking the juices
from his mouth, the male pulled himself onto the table itself,
which creaked warningly, and began inhaling all of the smaller
scraps of meat in sight.
The small Miniscule Mountain Dragon fairly leapt upon the

’treat’ Zeph offered out, grasping it in both claws and ripping
pieces off of the edges with her needle sharp teeth. Her eyes,
however, remained locked upon the skeleton man. I know that,
silly bone-man, she responded cryptically when Zeph gave his
name, but fell silent again as the meat recaptured her attention.
Ooooh, this is good! The childish delight in the Mountain’s
tone was unfeigned, and her tail waved behind her like a dog’s
as she finished up the last of the slab. Omnomnom.
Ari seemed properly thankful that the Suave Plains Dragon

had approached her, a consideration that the male certainly
appreciated. Of course, everyone should appreciate him - he
was, after all, extraordinarily sexy. When the were-thing tried to
speak, though, undoubtedly to bestow yet more compliments
upon him, she began to stutter. Poor girl, she was so shy. Well,
he would fix that. Before he could do so much as twitch,
however, Ari called out to him with her mind, and the Plains fell
momentarily silent in order to listen. Oh, don‘t ask me, I
don‘t have any idea. They‘ve all got their different criteria
and whatnot, making it all more complicated than it needs
to be. Rolling his wings in a parody of a shrug, The Delinquent
Dynasty Plains seized upon the girl’s mind with a swift ease that
probably would have startled her if he hadn’t begun to speak
again in just that instant. I‘ve got what I wanted, though,
and that‘s all that matters. I‘m Ralial; nice ‘ta meetcha‘,
sunshine. Winking, the Lord tightened his prehensile hold upon
her leg, tugging her closer.
And, of course, the Versatile Forest Dragon looked out over

the crowd from his perch on Mikal’s head, showing no inclination
to get down and choose his own bond. Peons, hopefuls and
admirers need not apply.
[Descs coming later this week. xD Sorry, guys, life is a bit

hectic at the moment.]
É me r
Polished Aide
28 Apr 2010, 1:33am
Emer grinned up at the queen before her and nodded, before

sighing. The cheerfulness and melancholy went together so
perfectly, it was nearly impossible to tell which was which,
despite the clear fact that they were opposites. She was quite
skilled, a melting pot of emotions, but none of them were
harmful or detrimental to those around her, unless they
despised such good cheer ninety-nine percent of the time, and
such an open heart.
She gave people what they wanted, acted how it would

compliment them. After all, she was so... well... Emer was a bit
of a people-pleaser, but not the spineless type. The type who
only looked out for everyone's wellbeing in a nearly smothering
way, despite how she covered it up and made sure there were
plenty of airholes in the material restricting you. It was as if
she was light as air, as fast-flowing as a clear mountain stream.
"I sure hope so too, dear queen. One can't help but be
touched by their young innocence of sorts." As if to
underscore that fact, up came the excitable little Mountain.
Emer could almost imagine him wagging a furry tail, tongue
slopping for any open, salty skin to show his affection. But not
quite; there was still too much dignity in the shape of a dragon
for her to reduce him to a slavering, bouncing little puppy-dog
(however much she wanted him to be one).
Giggling, she pulled a bit of meat from under her dress, where
she'd been storing the scraps, for lack of anywhere else to put
them. Without shame, she held it out, minding her fingers, but
not being tentative in the least--she was not scared of them.
No, but she did offer respect in the form of a nodded head, even
as she knelt down. "Well, hello there. Here, take this, you
must be famished!" Smiling with the indulgence of a mother,
she seemed shrewdly assessing him for any sign of a bond.
Despite the fact that it wasn't up to her whether a bond

occurred or not, Emer so desperately wanted one--so badly that
she felt her chest contract with a momentary pain before fading
away, as if... filled in by what she needed, the numbing agent
being the form of this little dragon. No, it wasn't even the
bonding she needed, but the companionship. Intelligent,
stimulating companionship. Real love, friendship.
Someone like her.
Renaud le Gant
The plant man smiled and then blinked a little, feeling a tingle
in his head, followed by the sensation of feeling very hungry
and warm under the sun. A Bond was made. Renaud smiled
brighter at the beautiful Water Dragon, his Cyral, his little Water
Lord, his heart about to burst with happiness. "I am quite glad
to be stuck with you, my darling." He said softly as he reached
out, giving the Water a scratch under the chin carefully. The
little one gave a happy little rumble before splashing into the
bowl to cool off.
Well, we are together now and I require more food,

Renaud. Cyral said before flopping around in the large bowl like
one might flop a piece of bread around in french toast custard
to get nice and wet. Renaud offered a piece of meat, which was
snatched like grapes from a servant. I think this will do
nicely.
Zeph
Opaque Villager
29 Apr 2010, 1:39am
Zeph chuckled lightly as he watched the small hatchling devour

the meat, pleased that she approved of the food. Unable to eat
anything himself, he would just have to take the dragon's word
regarding the meat. His focus almost totally fixed upon the
Miniscule Mountain Dragon, he hardly glanced up as more
eggs hatched, gaze skimming over the new arrivals before
returning to the hatching in front of him.
So she knew his name already? That was very interesting, and
the comment made Zeph sit up straighter. Was she the one
whom he would bond with? Telling himself not to get his hopes
up just yet, Zeph held out another slab of meat, knowing that
the dragon was probably still hungry.
"Since you already know my name, might I learn yours?" he

asked, tipping his head to one side.
Ahora
Opaque Villager
29 Apr 2010, 4:27am
lolwhut? Ahora was dumbfounded by the dragon's words... Her...

Letaeni? What? Did she hear her right? Did... Did Ore have a
dragon now?! Oh my god... the realization dawned on her. Ahora
did. She got a dragon! She was bonded to a dragon! The girl's
spirits soared. This was awesome. Amazing in fact. It was like...
So incredibly... Awesome! Ore was just... Well she should
probably close her mouth if that says anyhting. That and the
fact that her mind was drawing a blank. It didn't even bother to
try not to explode, it was oging to be inevitable anyways! This
beautiful creature was hers and she was hers. :D Life seemed to
momentarily be complete. OH yes it did.
Oh. She should reply to Letaeni now. Yeah. Um. Wait. What did
she say? Oh crap. Ahora had no idea what she was responding
to. Or waht in the world she was supposed to say she was so
dumbfounded. So Ahroa stayed that way, silent and
dumbfounded.
Evangeline
29 Apr 2010, 1:46pm
Feeling the small grainy prickles of the sand on her elbows the
angel lifted her face to look up at the brilliantly frilled creature
who sat before her with another wonderful smile, “Seeing as
you’ve never flown before I’m going to tell you right now
that to fly is to be free, it’s the most wonderful thing in
the world you can do.” She stated as a known fact. This
proved that she indeed had flown before though the blond child
had to put it in words as well, “Oh no, these wings aren’t
just pretty they’re useful. I fly as often as I possibly can,
which is a lot.” She noted.
The dragon cloud floated through the sky at a snails pace,

inching its way toward the sun. Sensitive to temperature
changes the wings now shielding the young angel folded along
her back neatly as the sun was shadowed by the hissing cloud
above. The cool wind which billowed by was a signal that the
feathered appendages weren’t needed for the time being as the
sun was hidden form her eyes behind a white-gray curtain
leaving their part of Planet in shadows; that was alright with
her.
All the while the young girl never took her blinking eyes off the
Savvy Water and the crystal clear orbs widened to the near
size of dinner plates as the youngling noted she’d never had fun
before. This was blaspheme! It was hard to grasp the fact that
one with such deep thoughts and knowing had just hatched a
short period before this very moment and so Evangeline didn’t
take said fact into account, “WHAT!?” The word was almost
choked on and yelled at the same time as she pushed herself up
quickly to stand before the Water. “You’ve never had fun!?”
She questioned.
As she said this her mind began whirring around, grasping

thoughts and emotions which fell under the category of fun,
“Fun is-is happiness, excitment, adventure, wonder,
brilliant. It’s laughing until you cry, being with friends or
even alone, doing something you enjoy. It’s like-um
flying! Flying is so much fun.” She finally simmered down
after getting her point across. Being a creature which relied on
enjoying oneself and making her own childish fun for so long
Evan couldn’t believe it. “But not only flying, drawing is fun,
and singing and hmm ... Running around in the sun, and
swimming! Swimming is fun too.” She listed excitedly. There
was so much she did for fun, she wanted to share it with the
wonderful female if she could.
Knight
Opaque Villager
29 Apr 2010, 3:04pm
Knight hissed quietly and bit her tongue, refusing to mutter a

quite curse, when the reptile approched her and spoke. Ah, her
humbling venture couldn't have been just a lesson for her. It
had to been witnessed too. Well, she couln't do anything about
that, now could she?
The girl listened to the dragon, tried not to comment or wrinkle
her nose in the habit she had on her speach. The creature
sounded like it had just stepped out of the back of a highschool
school bus, with that language. And the back of the bus was
where Knight was most familiar with. Not that Knight really
could comment too very much without being a hypocrite. She
had her share of times when she'd cussed under her breath
when something happened that displeased her. She'd learned to
hold her tongue quickly though. Her mom would hear, with the
motherly super-hearing they seemed to have only for their own
children, and would start asking 'What did you say!? No. What
did you say? You know what I think? I should drag you home
right now and wash that mouth out with soap.' The threats were
always empty, of course. Her mom wouldn't do such a thing. But
the words had their effect, on a girl who tried so hard to feel
like she could be a good girl and get somewhere. Getting in
trouble, even slightly, hurt.
And you would never hear Knight using such words in casual
langauge, anyway. Just one of those many things that left her
as an outcast from the highschool she attended.
Yet she smiled back at the young dragon, trying to look just as
friendly, "Oh, I'm fine. So, food, huh?" The girl held out the
smallish slab of meat she still had, as no other had taken it. "I
do have this, though it isn't so much. If you wish I could go get
some more for you."
After all, the dragon did seem pretty friendly, untamed tongue
or not. After all, everyone had some quirk that some individuals
would look down on. Something so minor may as well be looked
past.
Thomas
Opaque Villager
29 Apr 2010, 8:59pm
Tom quirked an eyebrow at the Indomitable Plains dragon.

Well. Not such a nice little dragonet after all, then. Tom wasn't
sure whether he was serious in his threat or not, but either way,
there was no reason to go around treating people like that. His
expression only got more irritated when he hissed at his Quiet
Water sister's approach - there was plenty of food for
everyone, no call for that. Casting a sidelong glance at Zoey,
Tom said, "I'll go get some more. Just wait here," The
human turned, casting a wary glance at the Plains and a more
friendly, promising one towards the Water, and quickly went to
the food table, quickly snatching up an armful of meat; it hardly
mattered, he was already covered in all sorts of disgusting
juices.
He hurried quickly back to the others, weaving through people

and past several bondings - nobody he knew, but he nodded in
congratulations whenever he met someone's eyes. Reaching his
little group, he tossed a few large pieces meat in front of the
Plains dragon. "Here. Lots and lots," he said shortly, handing
Zoey some of his hoard so that she could feed the little beast,
too. She wouldn't get eaten on his watch.
Next he selected a large slice from what he was still holding,

with more care this time. He was no butcher, now, but this
looked like a nice cut of meat. Leaning down, he offered it to
the Quiet Water dragonet, holding it carefully on the end in case
she decided to snap it up without regard for the humanthing's
fingers. "And here's some for you, too," he told her more
gently. "Thank you for waiting so politely."
Zoey
Opaque Villager
2 May 2010, 3:26am
Zoey giggled, knowing full well that the Indomitable Plains

Dragon wouldn't really eat either her or Thomas.The Quiet
Water Dragon had caused her to jump a little when she'd
realized the dragonet was there, "It a pleasure to meet you,
little one," bowing her head in greeting to her. Giving Tom a
nod, before he hurried off to get more meat, handing the Plain
and Water dragon the last two pieces of meat she had in her
hands.
Looking around the half-elf noticed that many bonds were being
made and she couldn't help but smile. Not much time had
passed before Thomas had returned with even more meat,
happily taking the pieces she was handed, and offering a few
pieces to the Plains, making sure that she wouldn't lose any
fingers in the process of him taking the meat. After all, the half-
elf wouldn't be able to draw very well if she lost them.
Spinnerwhelsk
Opaque Villager
2 May 2010, 3:36pm
Spinnerwhelsk, from underneath the blindfold protecting him

from the too-bright daylight, blinked confusedly in reaction to
the dragon's words. But this thing he was eating, it was
delicious! And meat was supposed to be delicious! Then again,
he really didn't know what meat tasted like: his old owners
never gave him meat, preferring instead to give him scraps of
vegetables; heck, they'd rather make him wait and have him eat
his own filth than to give him something as lavish as meat!
But he smelled the dragon right nearby, and he smelled

whatever it was eating; and it smelled better than anything he
had ever smelled before! So he dropped the half-eaten core
(yes, he bit into the core) of the apple he had been eating, and
joined the Capricious Plains Dragon on the table.
C-REEEEEEAK. The table, despite Spinner's negligible weight

(especially compared to the baby dragon's), groaned under the
extra pressure. However, Spinner didn't care. His maw dived
right for the nearest chunk of meat; and suddenly found himself
sharing a slab of meat with the Capricious Plains Dragon, in a
scene that looked like it came right out of a Disney movie.
Alice Gray
Polished Villager
3 May 2010, 3:17am
Alice was readily devouring the strange fruit, hoping that there
wouldn’t be any adverse side effects but not so worried that she
wasn’t going to eat it and many other fruits when given the
chance. Though she wasn’t being completely reckless as she
watched the crowd, noticing that the dragon from earlier (the
one that had saved her, not any of the ones that were intent on
eating her) had actually followed her all the way here.
She wondered what exactly... she (well the voice she’d heard
from it before hinted towards this gender, anyway) wanted from
her. Did the dragon think she owed her because the dragon had
saved Alice? Pfft, fat chance, good luck on that one, dragon.
But no, instead of bribery and black mail she was met with...
patience? Alice didn’t take long to finish chewing and she would
have taken another bite if Alice wasn’t suddenly being attacked
in the non physical sense.
The feeling of the bond being made was alien and semi-intrusive
feeling, her whole stance going rigid. You had her attention,
dragon.
“What did you just do?” Alice asked, looking pale and shaken,
“What was that? How do you know my name? ... Course I’m not
happy with your kind. They wanted to eat me,”
Alice wasn’t complaining, just stating the reality of her
situation, “so if course I’m not happy Ralannath.” It was
strange... The name, it was strange. She’d never heard it before
but it felt like she’d known it her whole life. She also knew the
dragon here, before her. Like they were... connected.
The dragon, Ralannath, pulled off something akin to a smile.

You and are bonded, connected for life. I know your name
because I do, it’s complicated and we can talk about it
later. For now you need to eat, Alice.
Alice nodded, not about to argue with that; she was starving
and it was pretty obvious. She turned her back to the dragon,
almost expecting herself to feel paranoid. She was surprised to
find that she wasn’t and trusted this dragon (of which she held
little love for the species in general, at least at this moment in
time) with her life. It was... strange, to say the least. Was it
because of this bonding thing? She could practically feel
Ralannath in her mind. Connected to her; almost a part of her.
It was strange and alien and Alice was trying hard to wrap her
nutrient deprived head around it.
She finally turned back to her “bonded” things that reminded

her of grapes, but shapes like hearts in her hand.
“So this is a ... bonding or something? ... We’re not like... super
dragon pets then?”
This had been one of her fears which was quickly dispelled by
the dragons laugh in her own mind. Alice even managed to
blush.
No, Alice, you are not my pet. And I am not yours. We are
bonded and so we are equals.
Alice nodded, happy to hear this confirmed out loud, though
now that this ... “bonded” thing had happened it seemed pretty
clear that this was a connection far above those she might have
had towards a pet, even a friend. Alice wasn’t sure she wanted
to go so far as to say the connection was stronger then what
she had with her parents but... It seemed that way. Or at least
the connection was more obvious in this situation and very, very
different from the relationship she had with her mum and dad.
“Oh man this is so weird. We don’t have anything like this where
I’m from.” Alice scratched her head, unsure of what she was
suppose to do now. At least she was oblivious to Ralannath’s
rank. She would probably be very flustered otherwise.
“Are you hungry, Ralannath? Cause uh... the meat table thing is
just over here, I think...” Alice said, looking around the barrel
to see... Some strange lizard-boy creature and a dragon up on
the table.
“Erm....”
I am fine for now, Alice. Don’t worry about me, right now
it is you who I am worried about.
(( Sorry if I’ve butchered her personality. It’s not posted yet

and so I’m sort of winging it. xD;; I’ll get better with her in
time, and you’ve already heard this a BAZILLION times but
thank you so much! T^T She was well worth the wait and
abusing Alice was fun, too. 8D
Alice: Hey now! XDX;; ))

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8 Feb 2010, 9:47pm

NEXT POST: Next Tuesday

Joining is closed. ;) If you desperately want to join, please

Thousands of miles of rolling hills and vast flatlands made those

It was nearly impossible to fall into a world.

And when you are offered riches beyond compare, lovely

One cannot rule without some demonstration that one does

Here he lived, an ebony demon of cunning and might, until he

25 accidents, if you want to be precise.

Get OFF. You insolent wench!

"Well fine. If you're going to be that way." A little girl huffed

"Some other time, my good friend. I believe we'll be having

Very well. We shall settle this later. A rumble of anger shook

Besides the dreary landscape, it was a long but relatively peril-

*There is nothing like a Noble Dragon. His children, the

NOTE: I don't advise bringing any creatures, if you have some.

Updated by Nero on 28 Apr 2010, 2:25am

8 Feb 2010, 9:48pm

Disputed Island Egg -- The Timeless Forest Dragon!

Opera Star Egg -- The Dramatic Mountain Dragon!

Mellifluous Demise Egg -- ??

Devil's Trap Egg -- The Whimsical Forest Dragon! One of

Heroic Agenda Egg -- The Indomitable Plains Dragon!

First Rain Egg -- Viscous Plains Dragon!

Red-blooded Spartan Egg -- The Perilous Mountain

Breadth of War Egg -- The Saucy Plains Dragon!

Very Wyrd Egg -- The Savvy Water Dragon!

Trustworthy Tabloid Egg -- The Versatile Forest Dragon!

Awkward Spirals Egg -- The Dazzling Water Dragon!

Pi nt -siz ed Eg g- - Mi nis cu le Moun tai n Dra gon!

Assassin's Footsteps Egg -- The Quiet Water Dragon!

Special Delivery! Egg -- The Majestic Plains Dragon!

Twisted Travels Egg -- The Adventurous Plains Dragon!

Second Chance Egg -- The Satirical Forest Dragon!

That's Not My Dragon! Egg -- The Suave Plains Dragon!

Beautiful Danger Egg -- The Curious Water Dragon!

Tantamount Miscalculations Egg -- The Dynamic Mountain

Interrupted Melon Egg -- The Prized Water Dragon!

A Fairy Tale Come True Egg -- The Recalcitrant Water

Arenose Monolith Egg -- The Fierce Mountain Dragon!

New Fashioned Egg -- The Chill Plains Dragon!

Athletic Undertones Egg -- Capricious Forest Dragon

ALL DRAGONS ARE WORTH THE SAME. So it's really just a

NOTE: As they hatch, you will have the opportunity to revise

STEP ONE: ORDER THESE SECTIONS BY WHICH IS MOST

STEP TWO: FILL OUT THE INFORMATION FOR EACH SECTION.

OPTIONAL: (If you want to be surprised, don't include one (or

Coloration: The colors/patterns you would like to see, or just

Personality: Some traits you would like to have in a Dragon.

STEP THREE: SEND THIS INFORMATION TO KISTEN. PLEASE

Updated by Nero on 28 Apr 2010, 12:42am

10 Feb 2010, 12:15am

[To save some space, the previous rounds' descriptions have

The Midnight Soliloquy: Common Mountain Dragon,

The Walls of Eden: Lord Water Dragon, Cyral

The Death of Reason: Common Water Dragon, Synrea

The Prairie Treasure: Queen Plains Dragon, Ralannath

The Delinquent Dynasty: Lord Plains Dragon, Ralial

Updated by Nero on 30 Apr 2010, 3:24pm

15 Feb 2010, 12:25am

Not needing to eat, drink, or sleep had its advantages, Zeph

Arriving at last, Zeph stared up at the dragon, taking in the man

15 Feb 2010, 12:41am