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Berkus
| Rank |
Third
Aett, second in command
He's a warrior, good with spears and daggers |
| age |
26
years |
| looks |
Light
blond hair, worn short.
Deep blue eyes that keep secrets from others.
Small for a man his age. |
| attitude |
Running
away from his family, he can and will fight when pressured. Fast on
his feet and quick of mind. |
| history |
Born
in a priviliged family, Berkus ran away from his family when it
became clear he'd be used as a bog sacrifice in the near future.
During his journey he gets into trouble, collapses and is found by
Elhaza who nurses him back to health and awakens love in his
heart. |
Elhaza
| Rank |
Second
Aett, a common woman handy with the sword and bow. |
| age |
28
years |
| looks |
Hazel
eyes and light blond hair, worn very short.
Medium length. |
| attitude |
She
is very protective of her family, always thinking of the worst
things that might happen and trying to prepare for them. |
| history |
Working
hard as the eldest in a family of 9, she's trained herself in more
than what would be expected of a woman. She hunts food and protects
the home. One day she finds a stranger in her part of the woods,
nurses him back to health and falls in love. |
Candidates for Lantessama
Isle
It
was Valentine morning and as usual with these Holiday clutches, Lucas was
laying the last hand at some of the decorations in the small circular cave
he called his lab. Cyan strolled in, shielding her eyes from all the
sugary pink and white hanging from the walls and ceiling. Silk ribbons,
paper hearts, mirrors and plaster cupid statues seemed to lunge out at
her, creating a place Cyan usually called hell.
"Honey?" she
asked, "Is
Valentine your favourite holiday?"
Without
looking up from his work, Lucas answered: "I
love all holidays equally."
"You wouldn't say." Cyan
said, jumping over an ivy-laced pillar that lay on the floor. "Where's
that going?" she
asked.
"Right
here, help me a hand will you?"
Cyan
shrugged, contemplating for a moment to drop the ugly pillar so it would
break, but then decided to be nice. "Sure."
Seconds
after the last of the decorations had been put up, the first of the
Valentine eggs started rocking. Looking on his watch, Lucas smiled: "I'm
getting better at this timing stuff."
"I'll alert Zaranyth and have the candidates come in."
Half
an hour later the Valentine candidates were standing around the neat
cluster of eggs, holding cappuccino or tea in their hands, the cups
steaming from the heat.
"Now
that everyone has a drink, I suggest we wait." Lucas
said, "These
dragons will be cat-like and we all know how cats can be if they want to
make an entrance."
Most
of the candidates smiled and nodded, though the two sentient tigers seemed
to be a bit offended by Lucas’ statement, but couldn’t really deny
that it was true.
It
was then, that more than one egg split open, as if to counter Lucas’
words. Soon 4 lean cat-dragons with big ears, pointy teeth and a long
versatile tail stood between the remaining eggs.
Three
colours seemed to be dominant in this clutch: pink, white and red, and
nothing else could be seen in the hatchling’s hides. Though every
hatchling seemed to be duo-toned, having one main colour and another in a
splattered, spiralling pattern above the first.
The second and third, seeing their brother bond, moved out as one to
different sides of the small cave. They were both females, one a soft pink
with delicate white markings, the other a deep red, also marked with white
spirals.
It was the red that beat her sister to the candidates. She gazed moments
before her sister, deep into the eyes of Berkus,
knowing him, loving him.
"My
name is Margenna." She said, "Love
me."
That
left one dragon on the sands, a white male with pink marks. As he moved
out from the sandy pit to the candidates standing around it, his paw got
caught behind a wandering strand of ivy, tripping him.
Cyan
got the impulse to say ‘I told you so’, but in reality she had never
said anything about safety measures. Cringing as she saw two eggs fall
over and knock against each other. The two dragons hatched when the white
dragon reached Elhaza.
"Did
I do that?" he
asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Yes," Elhaza
answered,
"but it wasn't your fault, Harken. Don't worry about it."
 
Line is typed with Dwarf
Runes 1 was found here
Titles are written in Duke and was found here
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