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Greed Egg: A dark gold color, the only thing stopping this egg from being a queen egg is the fact it is far too small and its mother is a green. Its speckled with dark green evenly all over the shell.
Envy Egg: A saturated kelly green color that is only a few shades from neon colored, it really brings to mind the phrase "green with envy". This egg has no markings, though it is incredibly shiny.
Lust Egg: A light violet color, this egg is the exact same color as a dragon, firelizard, or wher's eyes when they Chase or Fly. It seems to change into a slightly more wine red color on the equator of the egg. lodor
Pride Egg: A sheer purple, it seems to glisten and flash with a myriad of purples, blues, and even a little gold. Caelen
Gluttony Egg: By far the largest egg in the clutch, many might wonder just what it holds inside the egg. It is completely white and devoid of color, giving no indication of what might lie within it. Several bumps have formed on the shell of this egg, making some wonder if it will hatch at all.
Sloth Egg: A lazy, calming sky blue, this egg seems to make you want to relax and forget all your worries. Some might even want to curl up for a nap when they handle this egg.
Wrath Egg: Second largest in the clutch,the Wrath egg is colored in all the tones and hues of a raging blaze, even a few flickers of white-hot blue appear. Marvealle

(Might edit this to make it look better when I'm not so sleepy.)

Azael crossed his arms, scowling at the green flitter that was huddled on the sands, her miniature eyes whirling a wicked red as she hissed threatingly at him. She was acting far to motherly to be a normal green, Azael simply guessed that she was born a queen in greens skin, the little demoness.

"You could be a little more kind Dutchess. I AM the one that feeds you after all." He lowly hissed to her, as she hissed equally back at him, causing him to cock an eyeridge. But she was soon to explain, as best she could, giving him a vew of the seven eggs held below her tiny body, each one rocking and splitting until the image caught away and Azael gave a soft chuckle. "Huh, allright then, if you think they're hatching then." He warbled as he moved out to the hall outside the hatching sands.

"ANYONE THAT WANTS A FIRELIZARD, COME TO THE HATCHING GROUNDS!" He bellowed down the hall, well more than able to get his voice to carry down the halls of the weyr before he sank back in, then back to the hissing green.

((okay, heres how it goes, you make a character come up, i see your post, if i like it, you get a flitt, if i dont, then sorry.))

Lodor wondered what it would take to get a firelizard so when he heard the call he made his way to go and get one. He heard that there was a clutch on the Sands, he would stand and try to get one it was like the day he tried for Lodorsk. He felt just as antsy as that day he hoped that the mother woulg be willing to give him an egg, he was also very tense at the moment.

"Greetings Azael, I heard that the firelizards were hatching. Which color won Dutchess anyway?" He asked out of curiousity as to who the father was of this clutch. Lodorsk also showed up seeing the Bronze and the little Green, he looked at them both and crooned. He wondered if his would get a flit.

As he thought of this the bronze who had won appeared from the air in front of him and chittered happily at the Green he had won the flight of. He was happy and wanted to be with her his humming joined with hers as she was wrapped around the eggs. He wanted to see if a Bronze would hatch he doubted but it could happen in a rare case.

HURRY! HURRY! HURRY! came the very excited voice of Caelsk directly into Caelen's head. Of course, the bite of food poised on her fork went flying elsewhere, fork dropping to her plate with a clatter. Last she had known, Caelsk had been dozing passively behind her, the run they had taken at dusk wearing him out. He was awake now, obviously. Caelen, while using a cloth to clean what she could of the tuber juice from the table and her lap, looked to the side, where Caelsk had leapt up on to the bench beside her. Cousins hatching! he explained excitedly, tail wagging incessantly. His eyes whirled a very bright green as he looked up to Caelen, who had an utterly confused expression on her face. Cousins? But Caelsk gave her absolutely no time to figure out what 'cousins' were hatching. With his mouth--that was finally growing teeth--he grabbed her shirt sleeve and pulled.

Come on! Caelsk's come see cousins hatch! And of course, as soon as the blue leapt off the bench and took off out of the Kitchens, Caelen had no choice but to follow, just hoping the blue dart didn't overturn anyone's klah mug.

Eventually, she managed to catch the blue in the Hatching Sands, for he had decided to wait for her at the entrance before entering and seeing the clutch of flitt eggs. Caelen came to a halt directly behind him, looking in to the Sands and spotting the owner of the gold flitt and one very familiar brownhandler. And at the sight of the eggs, Caelen now knew who Caelsk's 'cousins' were. Firelizards were Hatching then. She felt Caelsk pull on her pant leg.

Caelsk's say hi? he asked. Lodorsk's here.

As Caelen could see very well. Still, she hesitated on the fringes of the Hatching, not wanting to intrude on the conversation between Lodor and Azael. Caelsk, however, had different ideas. He padded right up to Lodor before warbling up at him, tail wagging behind him.

Lodorsk here? the blue asked innocently, wanting to say hi to his big brown brother. Caelen could feel a flush rising to her cheeks and stared determinedly at the ground, embarrassed for her wher's forwardness but not having the strictness to reprimand him for it.

Dutchess peered at the intruders that dared upon her eggs, two people! Two whers! How dare they come and try and steal her darling eggs from her? THey'd never get her! They'd never get her children! Though her flashing eyes did flick up to see the bronze that had flown her, he'd been fine at the time, but now she wanted nothing to do with him, so meerly stuck her green nose up in the air with a prudent huff.

But soon something happened, causing her head to peer down, one of her eggs was rocking! No! Two were! The pride and lust egg were in a seeming battle with each other. But it was soon the darker purple egg that one out the battle.

The pride egg split around its middle, like the hemepsheres of the earth, each side falling away neatly. But what was inside, was something not ever seen on pern before. Instead of any of the normal colors, or even the abnormal colors seen, the flitter inside was a mix of two colors. Deep black was the base of his hide, jet and deep in color, but covering it in intricate circles, with a purple unlike really any seen. The purple was deep royal in color, but stood out on the flitters hide as if he were glowing. If one looked closely when he moved in the shadows, they would have noticed that yes, infact, he was. The purple dots lined down his back, starting small at the back of his head, then moving down his neck, growing steadally larger until they hit their largest at the center of his back, where then down the rest of his tail, they started to get smaller. The same pattern was repeated on each let, on the front, small circles starting twards the top of each limb, then steadally growing larger down near his foot. Each wing edge was also dominated by a line of careful spots. Though each spot seemed to be near perfect in shape, having no odd lumps about them.

Satisfied that he had made an entrance, the flitter slowly started to pad his way forward, walking with an odd grace that seemed like it should not be able to fit a firelizard, let alone a newborn one. But he took no notice to the stares he was receving, he wanted food, and he wanted it NOW! So with a persistant leap, he landed at Caelen's feet, preening a front forpaw free of sand before he looked up to her, and chirped.

Purple Raver (male)
Caelen
Prideful, vain, stubbornly persistant

Now the lust egg, overshadowed by the appearance of its brother, had cracked itself open as well. Though its light colored shell fell open, like a loutus flower, each side splitting and being thrown away from the flitter inside, that was no less as dazzling as her brother.

The lust was just as beautiful as her brother, having almost a stunning beauty about her. But instead of being the normal body shape of a flitt, she was like a serpent, her body long and senuous, legs set far apart on her body. But she didnt seem to mind, infact was already moving, her stride that a mix of slithering and walking, in a low slinking fashon. Her hide too was a bace black, but instead of purple on her form, a bright hot pink was her secondary color. And instead of spots, she had stripes, not normal stripes though. These stripes were that to an almost exact match of a zebera's, from the top of her nose, to the tip of her tail was covered in the intricate markings, but they seemed to sute her all to well.

Hissing to herself as she moved forward, she eyed the ones that were around, her eyes boring holes into the others that were around, especally to her brother. He was actually given a loud hiss, and a soft snarl as she beared her small teeth at him as she slid past him, it was soon apparent that she would have a hatred for the purple until the day she quit breathing. But that wasnt important, she needed food, and the only one avalable was a man that was already bonded to a stinking wher, the creature didnt have anything to her magnificince! And her body language portrayed that quite well, she winding herself around Lodor's legs, and casting a baleful look to Lodorsk, the man was hers now, she wasnt going to relinquish him to a stinking wher any time soon.

Hot Pink Raver (female)
Lodor
Posessive, easally lashes out, loose and flight driven

“Watch-wher, watch-wher, in your lair, watch well, watch-wher! Who goes there?” The lilting melody was accompanied by the hop-skip of bare feet against the cold stone as the sounds echoed down the hall. Though the hallways themselves were quite dark, Kiran’s presence seemed to keep the blackness from feeling oppressive. She had grown used to moving without seeing within a few days, and could now maneuver the various corridors with ease.

As if to prove her aptitude, the young woman cart wheeled, giggling and squealing in delight. She continued to do this, moving through the halls with no care as to where she was going. She didn’t stop until she heard the loud echoing voice coming from somewhere within the cavern system.

“ANYONE THAT WANTS A FIRELIZARD, COME TO THE HATCHING GROUNDS!”

The voice was so startling in fact, that she froze in mid-cartwheel, and fell to the ground with a rather undignified “ooff”. Not that there was anything dignified about Kiran, if her skipping and cart wheeling were any testament. Still, she wasn’t clumsy, and the fall was a blow to her ego. The owner of the voice, if he had been around to see it, would have received a slight pout if it were not for the message that his voice had entailed.

“Firelizards?” She murmured, a grin lighting up her face until it positively glowed. She didn’t necessarily need one, but the idea of getting to watch a hatching was irresistible. It sounded like it would be fun and happy. After all, everyone loved babies. Or at least, everyone who would be at the hatching sands would love babies.

She took off at a run, blonde ringlets flying out behind her as she streaked through the halls, finally arriving out of her destination out of breath, but no less cheery. It appeared that she had arrived just in time to see the hatching of the first two, and her hands clapped together with delight as she approached the clutch.

“Why, they’re positively adorable!” Nevermind that they weren’t normal firelizard colors or even entirely shaped like normal firelizards. They were babies, and therefore by definition delightfully cute. Her eyes flickered toward the two people that had bonded and she smiled widely at them to further express her delight.

Then her attention turned back to the remaining five eggs as she bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting for the next egg to hatch.

Lodor felt the female firelizard? Approach and bond to him she was beautiful he gave her food and smiled about what had just happened. He had impressed to a firelizard. She was amazing but a pink? Did they even exist? He didn't really care he knew that he had a firelizard and was now having to feed her.

"Aren't you a little Princess?" He asked as he picked her up and gave her a meat roll this was slightly odd to him. What was she? He hoped that she was your standard flit. He saw that she was possesive that would never do, he needed her to accept that Lodorsk was here first.

Greetings Caelsk. The brown said as he felt the waves of possesion he would teach that little thing or else eat her. He was the one bonded to Lodor not that freak of a firelizard, he let out a low hiss at her.

"Oh hello Caelen, you got one to?" He asked as he looked at her and smiled as she curled up around his arm with a contented sigh she was full and happy.

See? See? came Caelsk's excited voice as a flitt hatched and decided to plant himself on Caelen's feet, preening himself before chirping demandingly. Little cousin like Caelsk's! The blue looked up at his Bonded, right before running to the side and getting some meat scraps for the young one. Of course, Caelen had picked up the black and purple flitt by this time, completely surprised it had walked all the way to the fringes to find her. But what to name him....

Thank you, Caelsk, she said somewhat distractedly as she fed the male small pieces of meat. He settled himself neatly into her arms, folding his wings just so before taking a piece of meat carefully from her fingers. He seemed the regal little king, he did. The blue chirped a reply, raising his pale blue muzzle towards the purple and black thing in Caelen's arms.

Have name? he asked her curiously, head cocked to one side as he watched the creature fall to sleep, his stomach bulging with the meat of his first meal. Caelen looked down at her wher, head tilted slightly. A name. Yes. He needed a name.

"Duke?" she asked of no one in particular. When she received no objections, she nodded her head, while Caelsk beemed happily. "Duke it is."

It was then that two things happened. One, Caelsk finally noticed the presence of the brown wher and chirped happily, his tail wagging behind him. The second was that Caelen noticed Lodor's presence, and that he had a bundle of flitter in his arms as well.

"It seems I did," she said in reply, the ghosts of a smile turning her lips as she looked down briefly to the flitt in her arms. "His name's Duke," she continued, a bit shyly.

Hi Lodorsk! Caelsk said happily as he noticed the brown. How he had missed him coming in the blue did not know. Maybe it was because he had been so fascinated by the hatching flitts that he didn't look around to see if the brown was actually there. Well, whatever the reason, Caelsk was glad to see the brown wher that was his role model and idol in the Sands. How Lodorsk's? he asked then, actually putting some of the manners Caelen had taught him to good use.

Jaysen trotted along the corridors like an eager child. In one hand he clutched some meat scraps, squashing them together in his nervous grip, the other hand shook slightly, Jaysen always shook a little when he was nervous. He’d been trembling all over the day he asked Harsk for one of her eggs. At least this time he wouldn’t be required to make a speech to the mother.

Up, up, hurryup. Jaysk demanded, cheerfully bounding ahead, oblivious to his handler’s nerves. Little ones hatch. Jaysk stopped and turned around to glare at his handler for not moving fast enough to suit him. ‘I know, I heard.’ Jaysen mumbled but speeded his steps anyway to please Jaysk. The blue turned back and continued on his way, satisfied that Jaysen would not miss the entire hatching.

Jaysen strode onto the sands and stopped, scuffing the sand with the toe of his boot as he looked around. the mother of the clutch was indisputably green but the hatchlings, or at least the two that had escaped their shells, were…very odd. If firelizards in those hues had been seen on Pern before now Jaysen would eat his boots. Without salt.

Jaysk chirped a greeting to everyone and sat by the entrance to the hatching sands, Jaysen could do this on his own.

((A little info on the Ravers before the hatching finishes and the topic of info on firelizards is posted.

-A little smaller than a green.
-Can breed, but unless its a RaverxRaver pairing, the chances of another one popping up is quite low.
-Always have a base color of matte black to a faded black with neon markings.))

Shatrana

Of course she hadn't heard the bellow. She was deaf, for Faranth's sake. But she guessed, by some of the people hurrying by, that there was something going on in the Hatching Sands.

And the only thing that happens on Hatching Sands was hatchings. And with the recent flitter flight... Ooh. Shatrana shivered. How she would love a little dragon! A gorgeous beast with jeweled eyes and great wings, to be hers forever, to tell her what people said so no one would know she was deaf.

She could imagine it already. A beautiful lavendar, perched upon her shoulder, attacking all who dared threaten her mistress. Telling Shatrana, via mindvoice, what people were saying. A creature to love her for evermore. Something more gaurenteed than a wher.

Her boots were finally getting their traction from sand and not stone, as she raced onto the sands. And her jaw dropped.

Oh glory! Those little black beasts! She cursed her luck. Those were probably the only two! If only she had been faster!

But she wouldn't give up, oh no. Maybe the rest of the eggs held further wonders. She crouched down by the eggs, giving the aggressive-looking flitter mother the evil eye.

Melathe

Oh, goody! A flitter hatching in her first few days at the Weyr! She ran towards the Sands, lank hair flopping. She avoided a crouchy-looking youg woman, and stood to view the clutch.

Ah... Those little black beauties! No way would she miss out on one of those! She grabbed a fistfull of meat from a bucket, and moved down beside the clutch to watch and wait.

Her mind strayed back to home. She never would have gotten a flitter there! Oh, no, they were too busy trying to make her "pretty", when any fool could see that was one thing she'd never be.

Besides, Dalmain hated flitters.

The girl stiffened with the memory of her brother. No, she would not stray down that thought path. She wouldn't remember him closing in as she broke apart from her first ladylove, bellowing and waving his fists and- No. It was too painful. She touched the heart-shaped iron pendant on her forehead for reassurance, as she watched the eggs rock.

So far her time at Wher Hold had been rather pleasant. So far she was enjoying the caves of the hold and the number of whers around as well. She couldn’t say why but for some reason Marvealle had a liking of the dragon kin. Perhaps it was because they didn’t fly, since she never liked the idea of flying much, preferring to keep her feet on the ground. But she did like firelizards however, and she hadn’t been at the Hold for very long before she caught word of a firelizard hatching. She heard the shout the came from the hatching sands, the voice speaking of firelizards. Of course, Marvealle had only been here for a day or two at the most, but that didn’t mean she still couldn’t try for a firelizard. What luck to have arrived at the hold when she did, otherwise she might have missed it. With that thought Marve turned on her heel and strolled down the direction she hoped was right, trying not to run and seem impatient, even if she was excited.

It didn’t take long at all to find her way, mainly because she kept watching people go by and would follow after them. It made locating the place very easy, and she tried to make a mental not of the rout she had taken for future reference. It would be valuable information she would need to remember.

Walking into the sands she peered at the clutch of firelizards that already seemed to be hatching. Her eye caught on one of the strange black ones, she believed had been called ravers? She wasn’t sure, all she knew is that she had never seen a firelizard quite like those. Like others before her, Marvealle grabbed a handful of meat from a bucket that had been set out for those interested in trying to bond to a firelizard. Moving a bit closer to the clutch, but making sure not to get too close so other people could get in, Marvealle crouched down, holding the meat in her hand as she watched the remaining eggs in wait a small smile forming on her tan features. They were so small, the eggs.

((many many appologies to those who've waited on this DX bio sucks, she knows. But life, people, the irritations with people, new places, school, and being nagged at all got in the way and made me less than willing to post. But never fear, i'll get to it this weekend. Tis a promice))

Dutchess hissed and puffed herself up, sending a new round of glaring out to those who dared to try and push themselves on her clutch. Her small green body puffed up as she lashed her head out, snapping her little jaws like a viper at a girl that dared to give her the evil eye. But her threats were soon abashed, with the rocking of another egg coming to her attention, almost instantly she pulled her green form over the remaining eggs, stubborny covering them from view of the irritating humans that wanted her children.

But from beneath her wing, one egg started to shake and rattle, as if the one inside was irritated with the confines it was stuck in. And with a screech from both the baby, and Dutchess, whom quickly withdrew one wing to let the little snappy creature out, a new baby came out, glaring at the world with small red eyes. The little male that crawled out from the shell obviously had his mothers temperment, already he was puffing himself up, appearing bigger than he appeared to be. And he wasnt very big, perhapse medium sized for a raver, instead he made it up in attitude. Quite well portraying that as he sauntered out of his egg, snarling at the shells that got in his way, and the big humans that dared to come into his path. And like all of the other flitts that had already hatched, this one was the same, black, with bright colors flashing over his form. But instead of purple or pink, his were red, a bright neon blood color, splattered at his muzzle, front forpaws, and the tip of his tail, as if he had made a large meaty kill.

Contented that he'd made his point, and that they were all satisfactorally afraid of him, he struck up a bulldog like posture, and toddled forward. Still giving irate hisses and small tempermental bugles as he moved forward. But his eye soon caught something, and his wings opened up and he darted forward, almost nearly becoming airborn as he practically dived into the hand that was held out by a sweet looking girl, little teeth going for the meat in Marvealle's hand, maybe snagging a finger or two along the way.

Neon Red Raver (male)
Marvealle
Angry, spiteful, tempermental

Marvealle's eyes landed upon the egg that began to hatch. It seemed to be the second largest of the clutch but she couldn't be absolutely sure about that since the mother of the clutch angrily tried to hide the egg from the eyes of everyone present. She seemed to be quite the temperamental flitt as she hissed at everyone and puffed herself up to try to make herself look bigger.

It wasn't long at all before her wing drew back just enough to let out the new young flitt. Already he looked like he would be a handful, glaring and puffing himself up as if just be being everyone had committed some crime against him. For some reason Marvealle found the glaring young creature amusing, trying to look so tough despite his size. Suddenly the little raver darted forward and she didn't have much time to react.

"Owch." She snapped in a tone just above a whisper, drawing her hand back quickly as the young angry firelizard ate the meat he had taken from her. Seems he had indeed caught a finger in his little jaws and she was grateful of his current size. It seemed that he had chosen her and as she watched him eat ferociously she came up with a name. "Danger. That will be your name." She stated, pointing at the neon red raver in a tone that suggested she wasn't afraid of him and she would tell him what to do even if he protested. It seemed he picked up her tone and hissed at her in defiance once he had eaten the food. He definitely was going to be a handful, that was for sure. Refusing to hesitate Marve reached out, grabbing the angry flitter into her hands. At least he didn't try to bite her again when she did that, even if he growled very slightly and glared at her. It would probably take some time for these two to get totally used to each other.