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Myrth growled savagely at the loud bugling that woke her, what in hell could that be? Even worse, why was it waking her at this ungodly, sunlit hour? Growling she sat at the edge of her bed, rubbing her head until the throbbing subsided, only to have it rekindled by a loud pounding on the door. "The clutch is hatching! Hurry to the peak!" Came a male voice from beyond the door. For a moment Myrth didn't move, she only sat on the edge of the bed, hissing with distaste at the world. It wasn't that she wasn't a morning person, she was like this 24/7, but at the moment she was particularily irate because she remembered running into Myrrh the previous night. "Bloody male." She climbed out of bed, dressed swiftly, made sure her long hair wasn't too unruly and put her scythe back in its sheath on her back -- all normal habits for her. Finally she was heading up to the peak of a mountain to witness a dragon clutch hatching -- that was new. Doing so within a mile of her brother was even rarer still. What on Aesthrae could have possessed her to come to his bloody thing instead of immediately heading home?! Yet, it was too late now. She was standing out in the brilliant sunlight, cringing with horrid distaste as the sun stung against her sensitve electric blue eyes. Finally she slipped back, finding a shadey area to rest within as she watched the eggs split open one after the other. Blue, common. Pink, irate. Blue, common still. It would've been interesting to see a red out of all of these. Blue...Myrrh's. A deep growl filled her chest but she quickly looked away, paying as little mind to the disgusting creature she called a twin and focusing on the final eggs. Three left. Purple, interesting. Blue, bah another. She was about to breath a sigh of relief as the final egg cracked a purple that didn't seem to be interested in anyone. Then the furitive face locked it's white eyes with hers and the voice filled her mind. ~Hmmmm.... Yup, you're mine. I'm off to go eat. Come if you want.~ Myrth was irate, even more so than the little pink female seemed to be that she was indeed pink! Nothing should've chosen her! Animals hated her, humans were terrified of her. Why on Aesthrae would that cocky little dragon be even the slightest bit interested in her? She wanted to yell at it to get out of her head but instead she found herself moving toward the table, her own masquerade broken. So, she was fascinated, that's all it was...a whim. But her bitterness was draining away even as she realized she would have to feed the beast. Slowly she grabbed some meat, tossing them carelessly to the creature that ate with the greedy hunger of hatchling. Finally she gave into the fact that she did have a bond, and was quite thankful that it wasn't a sniveling, cuddely little beast like her brother had bonded. Which was perfect for him, always longing for company. Eluusen finished gorging himself and the rest of the ceremony began. There was no turning back now, they were bonds. This is going to be interesting... Myrth thought to herself, eyeing the little dragon thoughtfully. To her surprise the dragon tossed a glance over his shoulder and seemed to smirk. ~You've only scratched the surface.~ Usually Myrth would've beheaded any fool who dared talk to her like that, but she meerly smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. She'd been right, this would be rather interesting. |