The Edge of Darkness (Lore's 2nd Clutching)

[Lark]

It was midnight, or somewhere around there, the Queen wasn't sure. She only new that something she had only experienced once was about to happen. Oh yes, it was her time again, but this time she would be laying her eggs instead of fathering them. Loraketh was a shadow, dulled slightly from lack of food lately. The Queen had been too bothered or upset to eat either because of the dragons or riders in the Weyr. Things were not all well, and she was a flit-length away from banishing those Southern riders and beasts from her home. There was business to deal with first.

The dragoness didn't even bother to wake Hers, the Weyrwoman had other things to deal with and needed her sleep. So, Loraketh went alone. The night air was a sweet, tender thing against her hide as she flew out; caressing her as she twisted in its embrace. A pang in her side made her hiss in frustration. Right, eggs on the sands first. Falling more and more into a trance-like state, the Gold backwinged into the Hatching Sands and settled onto the middle of the sand.

She would start here, and there she waited a good half a mark till the first of the eggs was laid. The Queen crooned lovingly at it, nudging the little shell gently. It was a pale pink color with a star-like pattern of white on one side. Before Loraketh could pay the egg anymore mind though, another one was soon to follow it. This one wasn't too much bigger, and it was a black egg with sapphire blue markings in an odd eye-like shape. She tilted her head and rolled it gently closer to the first egg before heading a few paces away and laying two more.

These were larger, and she crooned as she licked one's shell. It was a dark brownish red color with orange markings like a sun poking over a mountain. Flicking her wings, she nudged the other egg closer, this one a dark red egg with purple circles that connected through a bar. She hissed slightly then crooned, not quite sure what to think of it. Already her eggs had developed slight personalities. She had put off this clutching as long as she could, not sure if her eggs were safe. As such, they were a bit further along then they normally would be.

The next egg was more painful to have, and she hissed at the large egg as it dropped to the sands. It wasn't normal! There was something off about it, and she whipped her tail behind her. A mother loved her children though, and she whined softly before nudging it further from its siblings. She'd keep an eye on that one. More followed, and she continued to put them in a circle until she laid the final two. They were the largest of the clutch, even larger than the one she had placed away from the rest of her clutch.

One was a golden color, yet not shining like a Queen would be. A dull orange sun looking markings was shadowed across its shell. She tilted her head and looked at it, then at the dark purple egg that was slightly larger that had a garnet heart shaped marking. Moving the darker egg off into the clutch, she set the golden, orange egg between her feet. There was a special one in this clutch, not a Queen perhaps, but like her previous daughters. I will protect you my love. Of this, Loraketh was certain.

Reaching out into the darkness that was slowly turning to a hazy gray morning, the WeyrQueen cried out for Hers. LiliMine, it is done.

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At first Inali didn't quite understand what her dragoness was meaning by it was done. She had awoken a few moments before, something having tugged her awake slowly. Inali felt...lighter somehow, as if some weight had been lifted from her. She breathed easier and looked over at the crib where the twins were sleeping, then back at her bed where she smiled at T'rian's bed-messed hair. "Wake up my dear weyrmate...she's laid her eggs. I have a feeling we'll be dealing with fuss today." She pulled her black hair back into a braid and pulled on a pair of riding pants and a cream blouse, lacing up boots on her way out.

Ghost looked cautiously at the crib where the demon-child lay sleeping hopefully. Hers little one, the older of the two, had messed with her too many times for her comfort. Hissing, completely unlike the normally silent green, she flared her wings and tucked in against Inali's neck. Pepper cawed happily as she followed Hers, but not before landing on the crib and chirping. Ghost screeched. No they were not taking those things! "Inoria, Talian, would you like to see a clutch?" Inoria gurgled happily, smirking a baby's smile at the mad Green firelizard.

(Ooc: If you were given a Create-an-Egg through a gift bag or halloween present, you get to create a baby. Look at the Create-an-Egg thread please to see what colors are still needed. Staff also are allowed to create one baby each. Zara, two because she has a Create-an-Egg as well.)

Eggs from Lark's Bunch-left to right in the pic
The Unthinkable Happenstance- the one she shoved away from the rest
The Dreamer- the brownish red one with orange markings
The Wayward Friend- the second one she laid
The Innocent- the first one she layed
The Warrior- the one she nudged in the with the rest at the end
The Point of No Return- the one she didn't know what to do with
The Reckless- the one in between her feet
The Hopeless Truth

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Eggs made by Zara

The Poisoned Apple Egg


The Glass Menagerie Egg

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Eggs Made By Zirin


The Dualities Egg

The Bronzed Fish Egg

[Zero]

Ar’rex stirred from the deep recesses of sleep he had previously been enjoying. At first one eye groggily opened, eventually followed by the other and he stared blankly across the room trying to figure out what had awoken him. Then, as reality began to settle on him and the fog began to lift from his mind, he was vaguely aware of the soft, steady breathing coming from the lump in the sheets beside him. Smirking now as the nights activities played back in his minds eyes, the man steadily untangled himself from the blonde lying next to him still asleep and strode across the room. If she hadn’t been what woke him then what?

Groaning softly, he rubbed wearily at his face before ruffling his bed messed hair and stepping out onto the ledge outside his weyr. “Need to lay off the wine, Rex…” Mumbling under his breath he stopped after noticing Sithorath was already curled up on the ledge and discretely peering over the edge at the Sands below. Eggs rest on the Sands, Ar’rexMine. Yawning, the man rubbed at his eyes and peered over the edge himself, but of course it was far too dark for him to make anything out.

“How many? A decent size clutch I hope?” Sithorath yawned and settled his head down to rest on his massive forelegs. I am not completely certain, she arranges them too strangely to tell from here. Ar’rex frowned at this bit of news but still glanced over the edge once more, as if he could see better then his dragon. Naturally, he couldn’t of course. “Hmm…” Was all he could muster before the lull of sleep began to tug at his mind again. Turning from the ledge, Rex wandered back into the dark of his room and quickly crawled back under the blankets, returning to his lovely little bed partner. It was too dark to see the eggs properly and he doubted Loraketh wouldn’t be too accommodating to allow visitors so soon after clutching.

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[Zirin]

Syphraelth winged quietly onto a ledge, far above the hatching sands in the hopes Loraketh wouldn’t mind his presence. He had not yet dropped the habit of watching the queen, though now it was from sheer interest of the gold than for his rider’s purposes. He knelt in a position that would allow him to take off quickly if he had to, knowing how volatile Loraketh could be. My queen, my apologies if I am intruding. He spoke softly from his perch, his head dipped in reverence for his new queen. I came to congratulate you. It is a lovely clutch.

Soheath had also landed on a ledge, though closer than the Southerner was. He hissed quietly in his throat, warning the other brown not to do any funny business before turning his head to gaze upon Loraketh, rumbling loudly in support and approval of a healthy looking clutch.

[Akira]

T'rian mumbled sleepily when he felt something move beside him. He didn't want to get up, he wanted to sleep! He sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't be allowed to go back to sleep until after himself and his family congratulated Loraketh. You know...we could wait a little while longer. His voice was quiet, and muffled with weariness. He had a feeling he wasn't going to be a very happy camper this morning. He glared at his mate, and tried to think of a way to get her to go back to sleep.

Though, when T'rian heard Ghost hiss at Talian he couldn't help but laugh. I wonder what her problem is. He smiled and sat at the edge of the bed that he shared with Inali as he spoke. He still didn't quite understand why the young babe never made a sound, or why his mate's firelizard seemed to hate her so much. Oh well, there were a lot of things he didn't understand and he wasn't going to even attempt to until after this morning was finished.

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Talian was sound asleep...well...she was until she heard something hissing. She looked around her looking for what had made the noise, then she saw one of the things that almost always followed her mother around. Then she felt the pang of hunger that usually accompanied her waking. She reached out for that familiar feeling of her mother's green thing. She quickly found it, and started smiling. Then she saw her mother, and immediately sent about pestering the little green thing to ask her mother for food.

(OOC: Sorry it's so short)