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
"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
"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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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:
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
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.
the grey one said, "I won't be going until
"Add me too," the grey one said, "I'm
Bleyda and Blooded Spear Quitaery (f)
||Blood and Carnage
Dondra and Lightning Scyte Zoerell (f)
||The Sound of Thunder
Glacy and Ice Pick Sourell (f)
Kaylisz and Whirlwind Axe Ellaorel (f)
||Wind and Storm
Zraylin and Forest Axe Xiomy (f)
||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