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Things had snowballed, or maybe a sandball given the circumstances of where the candidates were standing. The Demon dragonlet had gone from taking in it’s audience to making its way to the candidates resulting in the first mauling of the hatching. It was brutal as if the dragonlet had full intention was to scar the boy before being faced with two other candidates who tried to save him. That however didn’t seem to stop the blood rage as the dragonlet moved on and other eggs slowly started to hatch some showing disapproval at the behavior while another tackled the bronze finally.

It took everything Apate had to sink his teeth deep into his lip as a smile threatened to pull at the edges of his lips and to crack out laughing. It wasn’t as if the man wished harmed on any of his fellow candidates but a part of him was rather amused how the entire fest was turning out into a bloody mess mixed with a side of chaos and mayhem. He shifted moving around the crowd with a rather unusual bounce in his step keeping his attention between the sharp teeth of the demon and his curiosity of the rest of the eggs. Now what other fun would there be?

Faren couldn't help a chuckle at the scene on the sands. Was that what having siblings should be? Shame, made her want one. Or two. Hmm... Kids might be a nice alternative, since siblings were a marked impossibility for her. "Perhaps the little green should be told that food tastes better shared, and find the person to share it with, hmm?" She shrugged and shifted which foot held her, below.

Her eyes shifted back to the goblin and she hummed, feeling bad for it to some degree, but also relieved that the dragonet's little game would not be putting claws through her own hide, today... yet.

Kieza

Kieza watched the two dragonets as they stared at each other in a clear battle of wills, but when the Green slumped dismally to the sands, the girl felt her heart reach out to the small one - it was apparent that all the little green wanted to do was play, but now the feeling she was exuding was of defeat and sadness. Poor thing.... The girl’s eyes were torn then between watching the powerful Blue and watching another boisterous dragonet that was being maybe a little too playful.

Kieza had to wonder if there would be more blood spilled today....

Ameliah and Sharath

Ameliah had been watching the Hatching with something between amusement and horror. A bronze was good luck, yes, but surely maiming two Candidates or more wasn't that lucky? She looked up at Sharath as the gold sat watching thoughtfully. “What do you think? Too bloody?”

The queen shook her head, rumbling as she shifted on her perch, Not too much, the second candidate was too stupid to move out of the way, it's his own fault. The bronze seems to have a purpose, however dark it might be. I would not intervene just yet... besides my children would kill, not maim, if they were so offended. The pride in her voice made Ameliah laugh.

More dragons hatched and she overheard another observer asked about bypassing candidates entirely. This intrigued her and she glanced over, “One's going for the foodbuckets already? I must have missed it... there's such chaos right now.” She smiled at Vosin.

"I pictured maulings for no reason, but not... that," Oer said under his breath, looking at the Demon. He turned away from the dragonet, eyeing Yevalee's arm instead. The green nearby got a smirk, but he was careful to keep his hands to himself. The potential severity of the candidate's wound discouraged him from possibly working up the hatchling further with a welcoming awoo, but only just.

"Are you all right for now?" he asked. "Can you stay on the sands?" Oerlen looked from Yevalee to Kambri, silently asking if either of them had anything more helpful to add. He was kind of at a loss.

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Shaddaling

The demon seemed to be contemplating it next move still as the blue vampire did its best to start corralling it siblings into some sort of semblance of control. The green that had hatched from the only egg Apate had shown any interest had been the vampire’s first victim as it pouted from it’s spot on the sand.

Now where was the fun in that? Apate thought shooting a rather disapproving look to the blue before heading to the outskirts of the crowd again.

Vosin and Killakeeth (W)

Well well well. A little white on the sands. It was pretty cute. Things had really picked up now. Only a couple of the dragons had chosen their riders. A voice from the opposite side of Killa, forced Vosin to drag her eyes away from the sands and the excitement there. She was surprised to find another gold sitting next to Killakeeth.

"Hello there." She took a quick look at the sands to identify the errant green. "That one there. It looks like that blue is putting her into line though." Welcome to our hatching. They are quite lively no? I don't think the candidates were quite prepared. The gold sounded amused.


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Candidate Rinis (W)

She felt a bit of sympathy for the little Goblin green as the Vampire blue forced her into submission and her sigh. At least she wasn't racing around trying to eat candidates. She took a look around to assess the dragons positions. And that one silly green who didn't yet appear to have a rider, yet was heading for the food. If she recalled, that egg had been the hungry one. She did her best to make sure she was out of the way of any dragonet.

Dolmar let the report of his injuries wash over him, jaw clenching weakly (more hurt) at what he heard. Concussion. Broken bones. Scars. He had never been, in his opinion, overly sensitive about his looks. He was refined, if not what most would typically call handsome. Too lean, and his strict attitude made him look severe. Still, there were benefits to being attractive. A good thing, he dully thought, that he'd paid some attention to the courtesans who'd taught him about makeup. First he'd have to see the extent of it all...it might be a fruitless effort.

The numbweed was a blessing from Faranth herself. Cool blankness swarmed over the bruning ache of his wounds, and gentle (unfelt) hands wiped away blood and sand to reveal...tatters. The upper half of his robe was more or less shredded, falling away to leave him bare-chested and pale beneath the sheen of sweat and blood. Most of the gashing was over his left half, and his shoulder and pectoral were a mess of raw muscle. Thankfully no pieces of bone poked out. Out of the bottom of his eye (moving his head hurt still) he could see the redness of it. And the form of someone else—Gavryl?—approaching. And green.

Green? What?

He blinked, head swimming as he turned without thinking to regard...someone...standing over him. Play? But...the hatching. He tried to focus, but it made the jumbled thoughts dip deeper into the lingering haze that filled his head. A little surge of energy did help to perk him up, flowing from...somewhere...But the request grated on his flayed nerves. Every day, it seemed like this got asked. Could they go to the beach? Could they go hunt for firelizard eggs? What about lessons? And work? They had a job to do, a goal. The hatching. "No time for that just now, Marinel," He mumbled absently, slumping back into the cloth support of the stretcher and pinching his eyes shut tight with a grimace. "The hatching's today. Best behavior...counting on you..." His right hand twitched up to—gently—pat the hatchling's leg. "Yours is waiting for you. We can play later."

He knew his twin would make him proud. His dragon would come eventually.