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Sixth Wher Hatching
Topic Started: Oct 11 2014, 12:48 PM (3,751 Views)
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Eggs Hatching!

Sawyl shot up from his sleep as a voice intruded inside his head. He blinked the lingering sleep away as he stretched out his arms above his head. He wasn't fully awake as of yet and still hasn't process the meaning of the voice. It took him a few minutes before the realization sunk in.

"Shaffi!" He muttered as he tossed the furs away from his body and jumped out of bed.

Tonight he would hopefully bond with a wher. Sawyl was sick and tired of waiting around for eggs to be produced and waiting even more for them to hatch. Now it seemed the waiting was going to pay off and anyone that knew the man knew how much patience was not one of his strong suits. However he had no other option, but to wait for the eggs and his wherling!

If he bonded today he could be a real used to the Weyr. To help guard it and protect those that couldn't protect themselves. The bandits wouldn't know what was coming if he bonded today. 'Faranth please don't let it be a blood. he thought rudely. What use would he be in a fight if he bonded to a blood. Sawyl was a fighter and needed a wher that could defend itself in a battle. No need for useless defenseless whers for this lad.

Quickly he put on a plain tunic and ran his fingers through his unruly hair. The dirty blonde locks seems to be growing longer then he liked and would soon need to be tending too, but not tonight. Tonight his entire attention would be on the hatchlings. Once he opened his door he stood face to face with another candidate.

"Speaking of useless." He whispered to himself mostly as he eyes the healer apprentice, Kiyashi.

Brown hues looked up at Sawyl and for an instant anger flashed across her eyes, but the emotion didn't last long. Kiya just couldn't stay anger at anyone for long. "Morning Sawyl." She said pleasantly "Are you ready for the whers?"

"Of course I am." He muttered walking past the girl without acknowledging her any further. Unlike Kiya, Sawyl could hold a grudge and still remembered the slap as if it just happened. Did he deserve it? Of course he did, but you would never catch an apology to leave past his lips.

Both candidates made it to the hatching sands with no other words spilled between them. Blue hues caught sight of Jerund and Hama and inclined his head at them. He ignored the club hidden behind the male's back. There was no use dwelling on what needed to be done. Kiyashi on the other hand, had delicate hands covering her lips. She knew what needed to be done, but that didn't mean she agreed with it. To her every life was precious. She spent her time saving lives not taking them.

"Hello." She offered both as her voice faltered just a little.
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Eggs hatching. Tegask noted offhandedly, laying sprawled across the stone floor, head in Tegan's lap as she rubbed a bit of oil onto his warm snout. He really didn't need his hide oiled on a regular basis, whers hides were thicker and less prone to cracking but he enjoyed it and she didn't mind taking a little bit of time each evening to pay some extra attention to him. Besides, she had firelizards who needed it , the pair of whom were sprawled across the bronze's broad shoulders in lazy bliss.

"I heard." She patted him gently and shoved his head off her lap. "I'm going to go watch if you don't mind." She whistled at her pair of flitts and they eagerly joined her, chattering noisily and nipping back and forth across her shoulders until she shushed them.

Fine, go. He stretched across the floor with a lazy yawn.

"Fine, I will." Tegan snorted and swept into the hall, slamming the door dramatically behind her followed by loud huffs of laughter from her wher. It was hard to believe it had been over two turns since he'd hatched. Perhaps that was the reason she wanted to see this hatching, nostalgia plain and simple. When the last clutch had hatched Tegask had barely been out of wherlinghood and was still losing a good bit of baby chub. Besides that, there was no denying that wherlings were adorable, short legs, rotund bellies and those huge eyes. She was sure that even someone who thought whers were blood thirsty murderbeasts couldn't deny it.

Already the candidates and other spectators gathered, definitely more crowded this time than when Tegask had hatched. She managed to squeeze in amongst them and settle against the side wall, glaring daggers to anyone who might try and stand in front of her before she finally noticed that one of the eggs had already hatched. A lovely little brown and his new handler crouched in the sand with an offered bucket of mash. She couldn't help but grin, sharing the image with her bronze who merely snuffled and growled at the memories being dredged up. Valles rubbed his head against her cheek at the warmth emanating from his mistress' thoughts and she stroked him gently.

Small. Soft. Silly.

She wasn't sure if he was referring to her, the wherling, or the smaller version of himself. Either way, he was glad to see they'd have another strong member of the troop. Though not nearly as strong (or handsome) as himself. Obviously. At least it hadn't been a green.. She wasn't sure if she could have stayed and watched the rest if there had been a culling right from the start.
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The egg that had been assigned to Caim was rocking vigorously—almost as strongly as Kisazesk’s had been. It would surely be one of the first to split; the wherling within was eager to escape, and hungry, hungrier than he’d ever been in his young life, naturally.

His egg was a prison of darkness and he felt rather than saw his surroundings. Every movement communicated one thing to the wherling. He was confined, all but trapped, but there was definitely a way to escape. Spurred on by his hunger, he continued doggedly, resolute in his efforts.

His hard work paid off as the shell, weakened by such long treatment, finally bucked. The first breath of sweet, fresh air invigorated him. The lumpy shell cracked and crumbled apart and he rolled out of it, panting and blinking.

Unlike Kisazesk, this brown showed no real signs of interest in his surroundings. He was a deep cocoa in color, marked only on his muzzle and all four limbs with a splash of creamy gold-brown. He registered that there was a person in front of him, and simultaneously he registered the smell of something delectable not far off.

Baby senses confused, and still figuring out how to use his eyes properly, he creeled and bumped his head against Caim’s legs. This human, he had an interesting feeling about him. Almost as if…

The little brown pushed hard, and was rewarded with a response in his mind—was it surprise or affection? He didn’t have the patience at that second to process it, so he ignored it and steamrolled on, pushing his feelings of hunger at Caim. The brown did not vocalize a coherent string of words, but his desires were obvious nonetheless. He was hungry, and he wanted to be fed!

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Tosst's egg wobbled. A twitch here, a twitch there, it had been active since the beginning of the hatching, and now each shudder grew in both intensity and duration. Whatever wher the rough, furrowed egg contained was hard at work, using its claws and the strength in its untried limbs to tear and push at its shell. As the tremors increased, fissures began to open across the uneven landscape of the green shell. Pieces began falling away, and the wherling focused its energy on the weakness there. It wasn't long before a wet grey form pulled herself from the wreckage and took her first shaky steps across the sands. She was dark, much darker than Varuesk, though still not inky black like Kask, though her face and lower legs were black as if dusted with soot, while light grey markings the color of smoke wisped across her rump.

As soon as she got enough air in her lungs, the grey began wailing.

In spite of the high pitch, it was not a piteous sound. It was fraught with anger and disdain; what should have been a harrowing snarl of protest emerged as a squall only because of the limitations of her infant vocal cords.

Still, it carried the same message. She was hungry, and that was not okay. Eyes blazing red, she wheeled about to face the body nearest to her and bared toothless gums up at Tosst. Her mind reached out--a crude, forceful presence, shoving her way into his skull without a second thought at the recent grief she found there. You! she cried, lurching toward him. Tosss... Tossssss.

She rammed her head against his leg, then twisted and scrabbled at the bucket of slop he held, her tiny claws scratching at its sides. You feed, now! she demanded. Give to Tosk, or Tosk take! Rrrah!

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Hesk woke her early.

Heliodor must have had some kind of extrasensory kind of ability that she'd never explored, because even as she lunged up in bed to a sitting position she just knew that her hair was a frightful mess. Later there'd probably be sand and blood-gruel in it but for now it was clean and Heliodor had to lean on that fact in order to haul herself from the furs.

It wasn't too much later that she was in the hatching room, smiling a serene sleepy smile at Hama and Jerund even as she pitted her will against her green's. Hesk did eventually go, but not before sniffing curiously at the knees of Jerund's trousers, wondering why the humans seemed so shifty. The bloody oat-mash buckets they carried in smelled as wonderful as they always did, but Heliodor hugged her head and shooed her from the room before she could investigate as closely as she would have liked.

Heliodor eventually claimed a piece of wall beside Hama, leaning gently against her friend's shoulder for a moment before rocking back to lean on the wall. Shards, she was still half asleep. Couldn't these eggs have had better timing? She stifled a yawn against the back of her hand as she nodded to Durran, dropping him a wink once her face stopped shifting about.

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Tosst felt...trepidation.

The time he'd spent now without Tossk felt like a blank empty stretch in his mind, a yawing chasm in his memories that he couldn't quite recall without twinges of periphery warning pains. He'd been functioning since, obviously, as he still dressed himself and did his work in the mines, but he couldn't bring himself to recall with any real clarity what he'd been doing.

But handlers moved on. Their bonds did not even begin to approach the strength of one of the dragonrider's and their beasts, or so he had been told, so guilt should really be the last thing he was feeling at this point in time. But he felt guilty all the same as he entered the room, walking quietly past the gathered handlers to find an unoccupied place to stand.

He gave Jerund a slow, nearly emotionless look as he passed him, taking in the club that man was somewhat hiding. Tosst had purposefully shelled out more marks for a larger egg...so that he could avoid the nastiness of that situation all together. He had disagreed with Jerund on many things in the past, but he did not think their loose acquaintanceship would survive Jerund bringing his club down on the head of a wher Tosst had paid for.

And then, he waited.


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There seemed to be an exclusionary bubble around man and egg, a wall of intense concentration that narrowed the world down to this tiny corner of the hatching sands, this all important moment that would define the lives of two beings; a soldier in the prime of his life and the creature that was to become his companion. Inside his egg, the tiny creature seemed to be almost gentle in his attempts to escape, despite the edges of starvation clouding his limited judgment. He pecked again and again at his shell with a complacent patience out of place in an infant. This was simply how things were. If his world would not give way, he would simply slip back into sleep. Eventually that yawning hunger would disappear...

Fortunately for Tyrnan, his wher discovered in that moment that he had sharp edges on the end of his appendages. His snout was smooth on his nose there was a sharp point that, when slashed against the inside of his shell, ripped at the very fabric of his little universe. His defeatist attitude faded in the face of this most exciting of all discoveries. He could break free! He would eat today! A frenzied wiggle overtook the egg until it finally split down one side and a tiny red body toppled out onto it's back and kicked ineffectively at the ceiling with wild, exultant cries.

He wasn't the proud fighting machine Tyrnan had been hoping for, but he was gorgeous for a species known for its ugliness. Burgandy in color with orange and yellow highlights, he looked like a living hunk of molten rock and gave an illusion of shimmering as his body rippled under thick egg fluid. Fuaw! Bad things! No work! Like a trundle-bug stranded on it's back, the little blood wher was far too pudgy to get to his feet. He sure did try though, reaching out to the man that hovered over him for assistance. Help Tyrsk! Tyrsk broke!

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Relations with Crom might be on the mend, but they were still rocky, as evidenced by the tiny egg they had sent. Clearly hoping it was a dud or a blue—or something too weak to survive—it could have been a subtle insult to the wher troop at Vaioa. True, some of the eggs that Crom had sent were strong and healthy, they weren’t going to express their reluctance toward Vaioa outright by sending them a pittance. But this egg could have been intended to be a cock-a-snook of sorts.

Weak it had not turned out to be, however. The lumpy little egg shook and rattled for all it was worth as the wherling outside fought. No, the wher that hatched from this egg was perhaps small, but apparently not weak in the slightest. The egg put up a good fight, for what it was worth, but like all eggs, it was only designed to contain its prisoner for so long… inevitably, that prisoner would grow strong enough to escape.

And escape she did, sliding out of a sudden cracking hole in the shell in a rush of wet amniotic fluids and crumpled eggshell. Not a small blue at all, but a green, tiny at that but energetic, already wiggling to her feet and peering around eagerly.

She was a very dark color, crisscrossed over every inch with what looked like delicate black webbing. However, should anyone try to peel the webbing off, they would find it was a pattern on her hide as much as any splotches or stripes might have been. Chillingly, she wore a black skull-like mask on her face. However, this seemed to be no ill omen, or have a bearing on her personality; she seemed as feisty as any hatchling could be.

And then whatever intervention Jerund would have taken was stilled, because in an unusually draconic gesture, she turned her head toward the nearest person—Brielle—and instantly bonded to her. She creeled then, in a mixture of hunger and happiness, and stumbled forward.

Brrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiii! Hungryyyyyyyy! Brrrrrrriiiiiii! She squalled, bumping her head against the bucket and pawing at it insistently.

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Hunger. This was the great exigency, the single thought dominating his mind since he'd gained consciousness--possibly the very thing that had woke him in the first place, drove him to fight against what used to be a comfortable prison. His belly was empty and it hurt and he needed to get out! He lashed against his shell to punctuate that mental exclamation--in the same spot he'd struck before, again and again. He had been focusing his energy in one area and felt the shell weakening, weakening, and finally beginning to crack.

Then a limb punched through and he rammed his way through the breach, sucking in his first breath of free air as he finally broke lose. A wet, blue form staggered into the sands. He was a dark blue, but his chest and belly were sky blue; the same bright shade circled his eyes and ran in a line down his snout, and midnight blue blazed over the top of his head. Panting heavily, he raised his eyes to glance about his surroundings and identify any immediate threats. There were several. Big things, human things--he snarled at them, baring toothless gums, before he realized other wherlings were among them, unharmed.

And eating.

The blue's own hunger gnawed at him, the pain louder than any of his other concerns. His first thought was to charge a weaker sibling, to take their food, but it was then that he looked toward the human nearest to him and noticed the bucket he held, drawn by the heavy scent of blood. Food.

Any lingering distrust of Sawyl was quickly tossed aside. The blue lurched forward to claim his human, thereby securing his access to the food. Sawyl! the wherling cried. Mine now. He could have been speaking of Sawyl, of the food, or (much more likely) both.

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Warm, comforting, solitude. Suspended in his yolky universe, the wher had been content to simply exist. There was no need for any sort of thought beyond the occasional, gentle brush of minds with the green caretakers outside of his shell. They would see that he was safe and he needn't concern himself with anything. Ever. But slowly and quite against his will, he became aware of more than just himself and his mother. There were muffled voices outside his shell. On occasion, his egg was rolled and he with it. And as space became limited, this quickly developed into a major irritation.

His shell was cramped now. Irritatingly so. It was no longer a safe haven but an annoyance. For the first time in his life, he knew hungr. The nutrients that had been provided to him during his long incubation had run dry and he felt the walls of his egg pushing in on him. He needed to get free; there had to be another place like his egg, someplace warm and quiet where he could be free from the incessant chattering of the mothers, of the strange creatures that accompanied them. He kicked savagely, twisted his powerful little shoulders, and slammed his thick neck and skull against the sides of his egg.

He emerged in a flurry of claws, snarling and spitting at the indignity of being covered in goopy filth and sand. He was a dark, teal-blue with an even darker touch of algae green on his throat. Even as a hatchling, it was apparent that he'd be a bulky creature, all powerful, graceless, muscle. Certainly not a creature to be crossed if his irate hissing was anything to go by. The little blue whirled, locking eyes with the nearest human and barreling into her mind with a clear, ringing demand.

Food! Sijask hate place! Food and leave!


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Of the eggs Crom had sent, the one assigned to Dennai was the largest. Though quiet, the boy had a good head on his shoulders, and had displayed some indication of perhaps working well in the infirmary. And the Infirmary could always use another sturdy, hardworking brownhandler.

When his egg began to crack, it had been rocking with the same fixed intensity that all eggs took on when their moment of hatching approached. The wher within worked diligently, aware of his hunger but momentarily uncaring. His small limbs felt cramped and curled, and he longed to break free from the shell holding him prison. So he found a weak spot in the shell and bumped against it, repeatedly. The egg rocked around him but he continued, heedless. Gradually, the weak spot began to buckle. The wher felt a kind of fierce pride that his efforts were paying off, and bent to his task with even more energy.

Suddenly, a paw broke through. It was not brown at all, but gleaming metallic. Some rocking and wiggling ensued, and the lumpy shell crumbled, shattered. Standing crookedly, gaining his bearings, was a small Bronze.

He gazed around dimly, trying to understand the confusing sights and smells. A couple of figures emitted heat nearby, none as bright as the nice-smelling one right next to him. A growl in his belly announced his hunger, but he growled right back. He did not want to be distracted.

The world did seem to be a difficult place, that much was certain. He stood there for a long time, swaying his head first one way, and then the other. And then back again. Finally he hesitated and sniffed hopefully. His hunger was now too great to ignore, and the nice smelling person in front of him was mixing with a particularly, well, delicious scent that he could not deny.

He moved forward and dipped his head into the bucket of slop hopefully. As he did so, he said in a strong voice, Dennask hungry. Feed Dennask, Dennai.

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