Mieke's Halloween 2004 Dragons
Stories were lost but here are stats pages!
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.
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 second female then rose to her feet and wobbled toward the weapons,
only to pass Donriven who let out a relieved sigh, and was rewarded by an
angry look from Trix. Finally the hatchling stopped near one of the empty
tables where some leftover decorations were laying. Rummaging through the
heap the hatchling was soon covered in fake cobwebs and pieces of black
cloth. Throwing a witch' head away she stopped at the broomstick,
hurriedly pulling out the straw until she was left with a long wooden
Crooning happily the hatchling made no move toward the candidates and in
stead remained swinging her stick on the table, looking amazed as it
twirled above her head.
"We'll find a home for this one later."
Lucas nodded, "But we will need her
hatchling said, not even breaking eye contact with her stick long enough
to look toward the Laedrys.
The third last egg broke and a yellowish male wandered from the broken
shell, his movements quick and minimalist. When he reached Donriven he
just pointed to the Samurai sword hanging from the wall. After that he
opened his mouth only to say, "Omoimori."
then he bowed slightly and left for the feeding tables, not even bothering
to look at the other unbonded, though he did glance over the blond female
Stick Zjavella (f) & Samourai Omoimori (m)
All dragons adopted at Lantessama