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Fifth Wher Clutch: Hatching
Topic Started: May 17 2014, 09:38 AM (3,469 Views)
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The booming call didn't just rouse the candidates who lived down the dark corridor which housed the wherhandlers. Pertor eased up from his desk and took his cane in hand, bidden by Hama's call. It didn't seem fair to miss Hamask's very own clutch, not to mention Taisk's and the Crom eggs. Not that every wher he saved from the club wasn't important, but Pertor felt particularly fond of the little greens he spared. They so rarely were allowed to live, he always pitied them.

Whilst doing his best not to get in the way of the candidates, Pertor shuffled through the crowd and took a seat against the wall. He would be out of everyone's way and able to keep a keen eye on Jerund and his sharding cudgel. The Masterminer had a bit of a look at the brownrider before turning his attention back on the eggs. Hopefully there would be plenty of positive points about this hatching that he could focus on.
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Unlike dragon hatchings, no one at a wher hatching generally gave a bent tailfork which egg hatched first and what color it was. So it was no huge disappointment when the first of the eggs to crack was Hamask's smallest and the one most likely to be green, set lovingly in front of a rapt Ethekiel. The tiny creature inside flexed her misshapen body, unaware of how incredibly lucky she was that there was no swift death at the end of a club waiting for her outside her shell. The order to Crom had proven that they needed more females if they wanted to be considered truly independent and so she would be permitted to live.

Slowly, the surface of the egg rippled and cracked until a white - white? - nose emerged. Her wet nostrils flared as she took her first breaths and she stilled long enough to rest. Hatching was hard work and she was so very tired already. She was definitely in no hurry, and that was a tad worrying. Vaioa's clutching females needed to be strong and free of defects. Perhaps ordering an adult would have been better.

As if in defiance to the very idea, the hatchling gave a sudden push and slipped completely free of her shell in one fluid movement. The body that slid to the floor was pale, so pale as to nearly be white and built so delicately, so beautifully, that it was hard to believe that she'd become just as wrinkly and intimidating as her mother. "Rooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

She had very healthy lungs.

Ethekiel escaped her notice for these first few moments of her life, as did the bucket of food awaiting her. The little green was apparently more intent on licking the floor. She turned in slow circles, still licking, wriggling gradually backwards into the waiting arms of her eager new handler. When her hind end met warm human, she snorted in surprise and toppled backwards until she lay upside down in his lap, staring up at Ethekiel with bright, innocent eyes and a sweet, babyish burble rising from her mouth. Ethe....ethe? Ethekissssssk? Ethekisssssk.

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Though Ethekisk had been the first to hatch, the brief rest she had taken in her shell allowed time for another to catch up, and so it was that Eirabess' egg was riddled with cracks by the time Hamask's daughter flopped into Ethekiel's lap. The egg, medium sized and already crumbling, was one from Crom--good stock, regardless of the rocky relations between the two holds. No matter what came out, Eirabess would have a good, solid working wher.

From the ruins of the shell, out poked a distinctly brown head. A lumpy, amnion-soaked body followed, and an agitated cry ripped from the hatchling's throat. His hide was a rich hue, like dark caramel, broken by a cream on his underside and feet and a deep brown that gave his wingsails and the hollows of his eyes a scorched look, emphasizing the red burn of his eyes.

Rrrrrrrr! His snarl might have been fierce, if he had teeth.

His large head swiveled around unsteadily until his gaze focused on the bucket in front of Eirabess. Nostrils flared as the brown sniffed. Then he lunged toward the bucket, hooking his claws around the rim and plunging his face into the blood-offal mix inside.

Mine! he declared, feeding greedily. Only after he had sated his hunger somewhat did he take notice of Eirabess and made the connection between her and the bucket. She was the one with the food. Decisively, the brown butted her knee with his head. Mine, too. The contact left blood on her clothes.

The wherling took no notice. Eirask, he stated plainly, then resumed feeding.

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The smallest egg from Crom had been guessed to contain a green, perhaps, even though the Hold would not knowingly send Vaioa another female, especially not when Vaioa was flouting Crom clutching restrictions so obviously. Also the darkest of the eggs, it seemed a pittance compared to the other two, larger, Crom eggs. More than likely, the senders had hoped it would be a dud.

They would be disappointed, then, to see it shaking as mightily as the rest. A large crack appeared near the top and began to spiderweb down the side, fanning across the wrinkled surface. The wher within was no dud, that was clear. He struggled against the shell briefly before managing to send a tiny paw clean through.

The paw was undoubtedly blue, but oddly pale compared to most of the blues seen around Vaioa Weyrhold. With a little wiggle of the rump and some ungainly thrashing, the rest of his shell shattered around him, and he fell to the ground, breathing hard.

The pale blue of his limb covered his entire hide, unaltered, with little variation. In fact, what made him stand out was just how pale that powder blue was—most of Vaioa’s blues were dark, or had dark markings. This blue, however, was unapologetically pale, much like the Green that had just hatched.

The moment he got his breath back, he found his feet and sniffed hopefully. The bloody gruel mixture in the pail nearby was appealing as, suddenly, his stomach gave a monstrous growl. He actually bared his little rubbery gums and grumbled loudly. Hunger, he announced bossily, loud enough for everyone to hear. He then shuffled forward, stubby and ungainly, and knocked his head against Tuelen’s leg. The candidate, as the nearest one, must be the one to feed him. Feed? Tue… Tuelsk hunger.

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Sankal's egg was an impressive size, easily the largest of Taisk's generous clutch of three. Its vehement rocking indicated the strength of the wher it contained, and it wasn't long before cracks spread along the surface and then yielded to strategically placed forepaws and a forceful shove. Shards fell away and Taisk's firstborn emerged, a wet, misshapen form gleaming black.

He was smaller than his egg suggested, but still a large hatchling. It was difficult to tell in the dim light of Vaioa's makeshift hatching grounds, but a smokey gray ghosted along his muzzle, legs, tail, and the edges of his wingsails, deepening gradually into the even black of the rest of his hide. He raised his lumpy head and focused on Sankal's face with a wary, keen gaze that seemed out of place on a newly hatched infant.

Allowing himself a long moment to scrutinize the man that held the pail of slop--tantalizing smells made his mouth water and his empty stomach ache worse--he finally gave in to his hunger and approached. Then he fed, freely but quietly.

His face was a mess when he raised it to view Sankal once more, but this time his eyes wheeled a more contented shade of green. Good. This good. He crawled into Sankal's lap to better reach his food. Ssssansk, came his announcement as his head disappeared back into the bucket


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The largest of the eggs was also the most lumpy and misshapen. Of course Crom-stock was highly coveted; their whers were widely regarded as the most carefully bred, and so there should be no cause for concern if one egg was a little...uglier than usual. Cracks began to form and bits of shell flaked away until finally a rusty brown nose emerged, snorting egg fluid everywhere.

The body that followed was a mottled honey-bronze in color, touched by a paler shade on his wing sails and underside and more of that rusty brown on his feet. As far as whers went, he could almost be considered beautiful if it weren't for the strange arch to his back. He moved quickly and without issue toward his chosen handler and his bucket of food, so the hump didn't seem to slow him down at all, but it made him look strange and hunched.

Despite the apparent deformity, the young bronze was a good size and well proportioned otherwise. There was a strength and confidence to his movements even only moments out of his shell that bode well for the creature and there was no indication that he'd go wild and need to be dealt with. His eyes were bright greens and blues as he reached clumsily for Rosin's mind. This one was his.

He had no care for the worried looks he was receiving. His only concern was the man in front of him and the food he possessed. Rosk eat! He demanded, butting at Rosin's hand. Rosk's feed now!

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Hama had returned just before the first of the candidates arrive, laughing when she saw the relief in Jerund's eyes after she walked in. Hamask was feasting happily on a herdbeast out at the pens with express instructions to stay there and relax a little while, relish the cool evening air and the open sky. She'd been inside for too long.

Rosin was the first in. "Very excited!" she answered him, unable to hold back a grin, while Jerund strode to her side to direct the candidate to his egg.

"That one is yours," he said, waving Rosin toward one of the larger eggs from Crom.

So it was that they worked, Hama greeting the candidates as they walked in and Jerund pointing out their eggs and lending instructions. The food is over there, grab a bucket, be sure to keep a good grip on it--hatchlings could get overexcited, and it wouldn't do to have their first meal spilling across the sands. When all candidates were present and settled, he took his customary place against the wall.

Hama thought he still looked distinctly uncomfortable.

But she had other things to see to. She saw Pertor hobble in and whisked over to greet him, still beaming. "Pertor! How glad I am to see you." She plopped down beside him, watching as Ethekisk fought her way from the shell. "Oh, what a darling! She all thanks to you, Pertor." Hama elbowed the older man's arm affectionately. She owed so much to him; could never repay him for sparing Hamask.

She followed Pertor's stare back to Jerund, noting that, as he had been instructed, he did not so much as lift his club when Hamask's green daughter hatched. "Don't worry about Jerund. I asked him to do this." Hama's smile faltered a little. "I did promise you I wouldn't interfere with any more greens. He's--he's helping me."

Ethekisk was lucky; they'd been fortunate enough to secure her life beforehand. But if any other greens were to hatch...

Though Jerund was reluctant to bear that club, both when she'd asked him and now, he would keep his word--and ensure that she kept hers.
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One of Taisk’s abandoned eggs had been given to Emlyn in the hopes that the girl might obtain a mid-ranking color: it was known that she had a background in healing and some of the councilmembers thought she might be valuable in that capacity if paired with an appropriate wher. A fighter would be good too, but she was still too young to join the troop, so a healer was the best they could hope for for the time being.

So when her egg began to hatch and the wher within searched for a weak spot in the shell, many eyes were on her in anticipation. Though some whers took their time, either through weariness or fastidiousness, this one simply couldn’t be bothered with such formalities. He was hungry, and he wanted out! He could sense the vastness of the room just beyond his shell and he wanted to be in it, and he wanted to eat some food, and he wasn’t going to let his egg stop him any more.

With one powerful kick, he broke through his shell, and in the gaping hole that remained, he slid out. He found his feet immediately; no time to waste! He was hungry, and getting hungrier by the second!

Beneath the drying amniotic fluid, he was a blood, as blood-red as any wher of the name. He had distinguishing markings on his wingsails, underbelly, and back—charcoal on the back, golden-orange everywhere else. He was rotund, as all newly hatched whers, but his large paws promised that that would change.

He sensed the wash of admiration and eagerness from the viewers, but these held little interest to him. All he cared about was the person right in front of him, holding the bucket full of tantalizing smells. He stepped forward and headbutted her knees. Emmy? Emlyy? Emlyyy! Your Emlysk is hungry!

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Wher hatchings had certainly changed since Heliodor had first begun attending them. As she sashayed down the corridor toward the sands room Hesk worried at her heels, all nervous excited burbling. The green could feel the air, charged with happiness and anxiety. It was enough to work her up into a excitable froth, and she pawed at Heliodor's skirts when the woman paused just outside the room.

"Ssh," she said quietly, more of a suggestion than a command. Heli was careful to navigate around the waiting wher candidates, giving Jerund a cocked eyebrow and making a pinched face at the club he held. Hrmph.

Ah! There was Hama! Heliodor slid up to her friend and immediately nestled her shoulder against the woman's, pressing a fond kiss to Hama's temple. Pertor was given the same treatment, though Heliodor spared a moment to flit her hands over his clothing, tweaking and straightening wherever she saw things amiss. When she was satisfied, she looped an arm through the man's and said to Hama, "You've done a wonderful job, darling. Just look - oh!"

She'd managed to time it so that the very first ugly, wrinkly egg had just begun to hatch, and Heliodor watched with rapt attention even as Hesk slithered up behind the two women and poked her head out from around Heliodor's skirts with a curious burble. When the green hatched, the woman let out an enraptured sigh, pressing a hand to her chest.

"Well isn't she just a precious little girl," she crooned, though her eyes hitched immediately toward Jerund, incredibly pleased when the man didn't even so much as twitch, club still securely in his hands and not doing any harm. Vaioa was going to begin their own breeding program after all. "So pretty. And her brother, oh!"

The brown after her was just as dear, and Heliodor continued to make cooing noises over every hideous baby that hatched, internally amused with herself. Even when Hesk had first hatched, she'd still thought that the little demon had been horribly ugly. When had her perspective shifted so drastically? Her eyebrows rose to her hairline when the black hatched, though she supposed that was a good thing, troop-wise.
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Of Taisk's three wrinkly eggs, it was the smallest that had been assigned to Sylp. Despite the gray's abandonment, it had been cared for quite well and split cleanly open without a fuss. Much to the relief of the gathered onlookers, it wasn't another green that flopped onto the wet sand but a bright little blue. One additional green was quite enough for the moment and there would have been no replacement eggs for Sylp.

Soaked in egg fluid, he practically glowed in the dim light, a brilliant gradient that began with a bright tropical blue on his back and faded into the brightest cyan on his underside. He was a gem among whers, beautiful and full of energy from the moment he hatched. He turned his luminous eyes on Sylp and pounced away from the ruins of his egg and directly into his handler.

He sank wet claws into her pants and attempted to scale this living mountain, snapping playfully with toothless jaws at her hand. Sysk friend! Sysk friend! Sysk friend! A noise that could only be interpreted as a laugh escaped him when he tumbled back to the sand and wriggled around on his back, not quite able to roll to his feet again. Hungry now, Sysk friend! There was food nearby. He could smell it.

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