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#Post#: 331--------------------------------------------------
Re: Songs of the Seasons [Hatching]
By: Haurchefant Date: October 9, 2022, 3:44 pm
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Elask looked down at the egg in front of her. This was.. a tough
one. She had been on the fence trying to decide who could
really... handle this baby. Nudging the egg forward, she gazed
over the group left before her then turned towards Diarmid and
rolled the egg over to him.
" Good luck.. you gonna need it." She said, chuckling to
herself. Farenth help this handler.
Before the egg fully got to Diarmid, it burst in a shower of egg
shell and goo.
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A blue!
The wher looked at his future handler with suspicion but did not
move... staying in place almost.. stubbornly.
#Post#: 332--------------------------------------------------
Re: Songs of the Seasons [Hatching]
By: GonGold Date: October 9, 2022, 6:15 pm
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Whercandidate Jamie
No...! No...! Am I too late?!? Will Elask still consider me...?
Did I ruin it...?
Jamie had accidentally - purely by accident, the poor thing was
in tears now as a result - missed Elask's call to be present for
the hatching. Hastily getting dressed - but still careful to
look presentable enough - she all but flew from her chambers,
tearing through the night and to the wher dens. She hastily
dried her eyes - Faranth help her if Elask saw her crying - and
dipped her head politely to the clutchmother.
"Elask, I am so sorry for being so late...! I wasn't trying to
miss your call, I can assure you of that...! Please forgive
me...!" The lass pleaded, her short dark hair just a bit
windswept from her mad dash to the dens, but it was... oddly
enough, attractive. Pretty.
"It was an accident, I was sleeping... I'd stayed up all night
because I was too excited... I'm so very sorry..." Jamie
continued to apologize, feeling tears well up as she heard a
snort from the sire of the clutch, Karask. Clearly, he was
annoyed and disappointed by her absence.
Looking around at the chosen handlers, the poor lass felt her
hopes waver. Zakaria, Diarmid, Diaval, and Aylee had all been
chosen. Fine handlers, the whole lot of them... would she have
her turn? Or was she too late? A failure, that's what I am...
She thought to herself, her heart in her throat.
#Post#: 333--------------------------------------------------
Re: Songs of the Seasons [Hatching]
By: BatDoesStuff Date: October 9, 2022, 6:40 pm
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Wherhandler Diarmid of Bronze Diarsk - Open, Reacting & IW Midsk
He was hopeful for a moment as Elask's gaze moved towards him,
but it seemed as though that egg in particular was not meant for
him. Instead, the night-painted shell was rolled over towards
Diaval, another wherhandler, and from the shell hatched out a
lovely little green. Once more he offered his congratulations to
the pair before he again waited to see what Elask would do.
Diarmid was honestly prepared to go through a few clutches more
until an egg would be chosen for him. It happened before with
Diarsk. Elask, however, apparently had saved a particular egg
for him. Her wishes of luck as she rolled the egg could only
mean one thing; another challenging wher for him to work with
and train.
That point was made even more clear when the egg burst open and
a stubborn yet utterly beautiful blue was left a small distance
from him. He for a moment thought he might come closer, but
rather the little dear looked at him with suspicion and stayed
where he was. Well, as cute as that was, Diarmid couldn't just
let him have his way. The handler made an odd sort of compromise
in return, shifting to pick up the blue wherlet before moving
back to his spot and setting the surprisingly long wherlet back
down gingerly. Diarmid really didn't want to just give in to the
stubbornness, even if it meant making him not so happy.
Structure was important!
Diarmid then took the blade offered to him and sliced a small
cut into his left hand before placing it on the forehead of the
small wherlet. He shifted to then let the blue lick the blood
from his hand and immediately he could feel that weird, cold
sensation coming off from such a tiny thing.
"Why aren't you just a hidden gem? Don't worry, Elask, I'll look
after him. Can't be any more stubborn than Diarsk as a wherlet!"
He spoke to both the new wherlet and Elask. He was grateful that
they thought he would be a good fit and he wouldn't let the
clutchmother down.
"Diarsk right here! Can hear that!" The bronze commented to his
handler, face scrunched into a huff as he watched Diarmid and
this new addition.
A short chuckle left the handler as he moved to gently pat the
top of the blue's head, ignoring his other wher's words for now.
"We'll have fun, small darling. Me and Diarsk will look after
ya. It'll be fun." He assured softly.
"... Midsk... accepts this..." The blue finally spoke with an
oddly deep sound for a wherlet. Strange, yet matching with
Diarmid's own deeper voice and the cool, business tone was a fun
mix-up from the temperamental sound of Diarsk. Yes, the
wherhandler could make this work.
#Post#: 334--------------------------------------------------
Re: Songs of the Seasons [Hatching]
By: Haurchefant Date: October 9, 2022, 8:17 pm
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Elask looked up as the candidate came racing in. Late.. hmm. She
then looked down at the Lone Grove egg that seemed to not be
cracking yet.. and huffed slightly. Her answer was a slight
wiggle from it but it was soon forgotten by the loud splintering
of the New Day egg. It seemed this wherlet was just tired of
waiting. A snort of amusement came from Elask and she looked
towards someone.. the right someone. This would be good.
" I hope you well rested for this.. you gonna need it." She said
as she rolled the egg to Jamie and it hatched in an explosion of
eggshell and goo.
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A bronze... a female bronze!
The wherlet then took off at a fully run, making little yipping
sounds until she skidded to a halt.. right into Jamie's legs.
She seemed stunned but then looked up at the human she ran into,
her tail swishing like a hyper canine.. how odd.
#Post#: 335--------------------------------------------------
Songs of the Seasons [Hatching]
By: Agenothree Date: October 9, 2022, 10:30 pm
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Diaval of Brown Valsk and Green Diask - she?
Diaval jolted from his thoughts once again as he saw an egg
rolled before him, shifting his gaze to Elask. "Me?" he asked,
eyes wide in surprise. But Elask had decided: this egg and its
occupant was for Diaval. Swallowing down his fear and
uncertainty, he crouched before the egg as it wobbled and split,
praying to Faranth that Valsk wouldn't charge in and trample
someone in his excitement. Keeping a firm mental hold on Valsk
to keep him in his place, Diaval's breath left him in a gasp as
the egg revealed a gorgeous little green, as green as pale as
mint and just as sweet.
But as she reached out to him, apologized for keeping him
waiting, and told him not to be afraid, Diaval began to cry.
Accepting a belt knife to cement the bond, Diaval made a small
cut in his palm, but hesitated before he could press it to the
green's head. About to rise and ask Elask once again that she
was certain he - some aging wherhandler from a distant Northern
Hold - was her choice for her daughter, the green rose and
pressed her own head against his hand, stealing from Diaval his
breath, his words, and his heart. But how could Diask steal what
was given willingly? Turning her gaze to her new handler, she
gazed at him quietly as the bond between them meshed them
together, as well as molded to fit with Valsk's large presence.
At last, Diask had settled into a place in Diaval's mind that
awaited her for so long, even as Diaval himself hadn't known
what he'd been missing.
At last, Diaval rose to his feet, Diask held close in his arms
as he turned from the eggs and toward waiting bowls to feed his
wherlet. It was here that Valsk nudged and shouldered his way
in, intent to see the newest member to his small family. As
Diask stretched her short neck out to sniff at the bowl that
Diaval set before her, Valsk pressed forward to see her.
Distracted from her hunger for a moment, brown and green
familiarized each other, Valsk's huge tail thumping rhythmically
against the floor in his excitement. Valsk greets little Diask!
he boomed. Am Valsk. Most pleased to meet young one! Diask,
Diask responded, eyes warm. Diask not intrude, no?
Never! Valsk cried, as Diaval reassured her "Not at all." Diask
seemed relieved, almost. Good, she added as she turned and began
to eat, finding herself rather hungry after emerging from her
egg. Valsk planted his rear on the floor, intent on staying
right there with his littlest companion until she was satisfied.
Diaval, for the first time in ages...felt almost whole, one hand
on each wher he called bonded.
[hr]
Whercandidate Mackenzie
"Oh, no! Oh, no! I'm late!"
Mackenzie made great haste to Elask's quarters, his short blonde
hair still dripping wet from a hurried bath, hauling a
nice-looking sweater over his shoulders. Was he too late? Were
all the eggs gone? Served him right, for getting so caught up in
his thoughts that he didn't even register Elask's summons.
Smacking himself internally, Mackenzie skidded to a halt just
outside Elask's quarters. Seeing such a large crowd beginning to
disperse, his heart sank...but he padded into the room
regardless. One egg... At least, Mackenzie could watch the last
egg get matched out. Biting his lip, he crept into the room,
standing in a far corner and withdrawing his prized sketchbook
to begin sketching. Yes, he might've missed all the previous
Impressions...but at least he'd capture this final one upon
paper.
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Re: Songs of the Seasons [Hatching]
By: Haurchefant Date: October 9, 2022, 10:54 pm
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While Amisk ran about like a startled pack animal, the Lone
Grove egg quietly began to split and Elask looked to what was
left of the group.. who would she deem worthy?
Reacting to the outburst of another late candidate, Elask
snorted then rolled the egg towards Mackenzie. " You late.. so..
you will be getting this baby. Good luck.. you will need it."
She said as the egg bumped his leg and split open.
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Another blue!
The wherlet looked up at Mackenzie... and promptly seized his
sleeve in their teeth.
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Re: Songs of the Seasons [Hatching]
By: GonGold Date: October 10, 2022, 4:00 am
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WherHANDLER Jamie of Bronze AMISK - A FEMALE BRONZE?!?!?!?
Jamie was left in complete shock. Before her, butting into her
legs, was... a bronze. A beautiful little bronze wherlet...
A beautiful, FEMALE bronze wherlet.
The world around her seemed to freeze. She wasn't even aware of
the others bonding with their partners. All she could see was
the little bronze before her eyes, zipping around and making the
cutest little barking sounds. She couldn't be bothered to sit
still, but Jamie figured she'd try to get her to, anyway.
"Hey! Come here, now! I need you to hold still!"
Not want sit still! Want go! Go! The wherlet retorted playfully,
her voice musical to the lass' ears.
"Sit still for just a moment, and then we can go. We have to
bond first."
Taking the knife that was offered, she sliced her palm open, the
blade slipping and cutting a bit deeper than she'd wanted. A
yelp escaped her, but it was short-lived as the wherlet lapped
at the wound and nudged her hand so that it rested atop her flat
forehead.
No hurt now. We go! Am Amisk! You, Jamie, mine! Go! We go
together! Run fast, run far, run strong! Never stop going! Chase
sun! Race stars! You and Amisk! Forever!
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