Cyan's Halloween 2004 Dragons

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Grinning pumpkins lighted the small heart of the holiday cave. Their moving light made more shadow than it illuminated the grey walls, but a large gathering of eggs could be easily seen around the center fire. Outside the cave laughter sounded and more than once the small rapid patter of children's feet could be heard outside. 
A soft slither was barely noticeable, but two round yellow eyes  were all the more visible as a soft green plant dragon entered the special sands area. Wickedness had carefully made her way via the top of the regular hatching sands, avoiding the light of Purelith's mate Einzelth. 
Fading into the background, seemingly just another lantern hanging from the wall, Wickedness watched as Donriven and Lucas entered the caves. They couldn't see her, if she was thrown out now all would have been for naught.
"I don't like it one bit." Donriven said to Lucas, "Why do I have to give out weapons?"
"You aren't using these anymore."
Lucas said absentmindedly, still putting up the last decorations - late as usual. "Trix told me they haven't been used in years.
"They're collector's items."
Donriven said glowering.
"They'll probably be returned as the hatchlings grow. It's not my fault the 'Bring your own Weapon' part wasn't included on the invitations."
"Not mine either. I was busy with the shadows."
Donriven said.
"Well I had to make half the female population happy by installing that espresso machine. Really, it could have ended up in riots if I hadn't."
"Just go call the candidates."
Donriven shrugged as one of the eggs started to show signs of hatching. "It's too late to change now." looking at his collection of weapons, stalled aesthetically against the back wall, he sighed. He'd better get these back eventually.


The Candidates entered the cavern, The flames inside the pumpkin lanterns casting light and shadow on their faces, obscuring them until Wickedness could not make out their features. She did however see two equally interested eyes on the opposite wall of the cave. So daddy had made his way into the holiday cave as well. This could get interesting.
The eggs in the center of the cave started wobbling and silence descended onto the candidates. It seemed as if everyone was holding their breath. Wickedness herself arched forward. It was always uncertain what would hatch from these genetically altered eggs. That had been clear to her from the moment she had heard about this clutch. She could barely be called adult, but that wouldn't stop her from trying to bond.
The first of the eggs suddenly burst open, causing a rain of dust and ash to fly from the burning fire. Where the egg had been Wickedness now saw a small beige dragon on the sands. Getting to his knees and hands he looked oddly like a human toddler, crawling with equal grace - knocking over eggs wherever he passed them - toward Donriven's weapon stand.
"What are you going to take from me?" Donriven asked, being elbowed by Lucas to be nice.
The hatchling chose, bonded and the hatching continued. Two female dragonets now reached Donriven at the same time. One, a slightly yellow tanned dragon with long black hair grabbed a sword and hurried toward the candidates while her sister, a ravishing black dragonet with golden hair, took longer to choose a weapon. After carefully going over each one of the collection, pausing at some, the black hatchling suddenly took out a very simply, but stunning gold lightning-shaped scythe. 
While her sister had already found her bond in the swordfighter Janine, standing before her like a tiny guardian with her sword ready to strike she looked quite cute. Un-halloweeny even, Wickedness thought disappointed. Where were the fangs? the claws? the bloody murder? Why were all these eggs hatching into adorable babies? Sighing she followed the black dragonet as she headed to a group of five girls with some elemental powers. It was no surprise that the hatchling picked out Dondra, the woman named after thunder.
"I'm Zoerell." the hatchling said, "We shall be good together."
"We surely will." the woman said, her eyes already filled with abnormal sparkles. Thunder rumbled in the distance while the two left the hatching cavern to feed.
Three eggs hatched next, all of them revealing female dragons. the first baby dragoness was a pale beige with thick blond hair and medium brown wings. She crawled on all fours to Cyan and pointed up to a bow that was hanging above the swords and axes, making it impossible for her to reach. Cyan nodded and handed her the bow that was almost as big as herself. 
Happily strutting around, the hatchling did not stop in front of the candidates, but kept walking and finally placed herself near the other bondless dragonets at the empty tables, very quickly amusing herself with some glitter crème. With unsteady hands she wrote out Sylva'ess in big childlike letters.
"I'm assuming that's her name." Cyan said dryly, spelling it so Trix could write it down.
The next two moved as if the were twins. One was light brown with a long darker brown pony tail, the second white-bluish with spiky grey hair. They ganged up on Donriven, babbling reassuring words before taking a double-bladed axe and some icepicks. The two of them went to the group of five magical girls after that. The brown hatchling, looking into Zraylin eyes and saying: "I'm Xiomy." while the second gazed at Glacy and just uttered "Soruell" in a silent whisper.
One more lonely hatchling - a rather clumsy one at that - hatched and immediately caused several eggs to fall as his tail hit one. In a domino-effect four fell and cracked, the dragons inside fighting to get free at the sudden action.
The baby black-haired, brow dragon made for Donriven as fast as his legs could carry him. He grabbed the first weapon that he felt in his little paws, a long, heavy sword and tried to go on. The sword was too heavy now, his small arms not able to carry it. The dragonet, showing his determination, did not want to take up any lighter sword. Finally he managed to drag the sword to the ground and sat upon it so no-one else could take it.
"I shall stay here until I'm big enough to carry it." he said stubbornly. "My name is Gregor."
Wickedness nearly broke her cover as an egg burst open right below her. Dangling dangerously, she regained her balance and looked down to spot what had made her startle. A light-tanned, black haired male was standing below her, seemingly oblivious of the danger lurking over his head. Or was he? He stepped remarkably quick toward Donriven's little weapon depot, not stopping once to let sharp claws reach him.
"I shall take these two blades, thank you." he said with the voice of a born leader, "My name is Centurion and I shall be staying."
"Noted." Trix said, "Go play with your clutchmates."
"Goodie." the dragon answered sarcastically.
One after the other five eggs hatched, stirring the sand up into clouds of dust by their force. The five hatchlings were obscured for a while, but Wickedness' eyes were used to bad conditions. Without problems she picked out the five new dragonets. One was a faded brown female with a somewhat insane look in her eyes - Wickedness thought she was very promising, the second was an odd grey female with a look of superiority to her although she really didn't look anything different from the others - Wickedness did not believe she would be able to work with this one. The third female on the sands was a faint orange-brown female hatchling with grey hair that hung long down her shoulders, but stood also up in a large spike on her head. She looked cool, the way of moving: stalking, swaying like a cobra... Wickedness adored her, but the hatchling looked up and shook her head. Just shows you that the kids today aren't polite any more. The other two hatchlings were male, one was grey and bald with a look of danger around him, the second tanned and seemingly uninterested in all that was happening.
In group they went to the tables where they were presented with their weapons. The female with the insane look received a nice square spear, blood still on it's blade. Looking overjoyed, the hatchling purred at the sight of blood. She turned around and called: 
Bleyda? Shall we see more of it on this blade?"
"I'm sure we will." Bleyda called back, a vision of blood-soaked cavern walls suddenly visible. But only for a second, not long enough for anyone to actually believe what they had seen. No-one even thought that it had been real, it must just have been a play of the flames.
"This blade deserves that. I shall go with you, My name is Quitaery."
Two more eggs broke shell. Two male dragons fell to the sands. One was dark grey, the other brown. Wickedness noted that all dragons hatching this Halloween were not very brightly coloured. As the pair made their way to the back, one of them -the brown one- tripped and could only stay erect by clinging to a dark blue table cloth. Staying panting for a while the hatchling suddenly threw the table cloth around him and grinned. Wickedness also noted these group of hatchling's fondness of capes. Apparently only the insane hatched on Halloween - what was so fun about a cape anyway?
The grey male had already chosen his mace, the point on the orb gleaming with malicious light before the brown one even got close, hindered by the cape he wore as a poncho.
The grey one waited for his brother to make a choice, some daggers and a stout metal axe left Donriven's table, before he tugged Trix' shirt.
"I'm Klahren." the grey one said, "I won't be going until I'm adult."
"Add me too,"
the grey one said, "I'm Jonjas."

Bleyda and Blooded Spear Quitaery (f)


Name, Gender Bleyda (f)
Species Magical Girl
Enjoys Blood and Carnage

Dondra and Lightning Scyte Zoerell (f)


Name, Gender Dondra (f)
Species Magical Girl
Enjoys The Sound of Thunder

Glacy and Ice Pick Sourell (f)


Name, Gender Glacy (f)
Species Magical Girl
Enjoys Icecream

Kaylisz and Whirlwind Axe Ellaorel (f)


Name, Gender Kaylisz (f)
Species Magical Girl
Enjoys Wind and Storm

Zraylin and Forest Axe Xiomy (f)


Name, Gender Zraylin (f)
Species Magical Girl
Enjoys Long Forest walks


Unbonded Mercenary Klahren (m)

Unbonded Elfic Archer Sylva'ess (f)

Unbonded Duoblade Centurion (m)

Unbonded Knight Gregor (m)


All Dragons adopted at Lantessama Isle