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Subject: First Hatching!

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Date Posted: 21:57:27 02/15/02 Fri

The egg rocks precariously. Scrabbling sounds come from inside its polished surface, the sounds of uncut nails fighting the hard imprisonment. Then, the egg's red is suddenly blemished by a long black mark of beginning freedom. An ebony claw peeks through, furiously scratching, scratching, scratching....

The crack broadens, and the first taste of fresh air rushes inside to meet the deprived hatchling. A haunting croon comes from the muzzle that is thrusted out of the egg. Bit by bit the hatchling emerges to greet the dark dwelling of his mother. Deep blue eyes blink away the glaze of just awoken life, and then shut abruptly as they are flooded with more light than they can hold at first glance.

Gleaming wetly, the richly-colored bronze hatchling pulls himself from the egg, shattering most of it as he whips his tail weakly. He stumbles, and draws himself upright on four unsteady paws. He lets out the haunting croon once more, his head turning uncertainly side to side. All he can think of is that of who he would soon call mother....

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Not a breath escapes the gold Queen, as she witnesses the birth. My first born son. Dumbly, she stares at the hatchling for a moment longer. Then, reminding herself, the Queen draws a deep, well-needed breath of oxygen, prior to emitting a soothing answer to her son's shrill cry. Isis 22:23:47 02/15/02 Fri

His head whips around to look at the golden female. Then, shrill cries break the silence, large in proportion to his small body. -- Tarquin, 22:28:37 02/15/02 Fri

Breaking the boundary between them, the Queen cradles the dragonling gently, wrapping her arms around him protectively. "Shh, 'tis all right, dear Tarquin." (NT) -- Isis, 22:34:59 02/15/02 Fri

Stilled, he leans into her embrace. His entrancingly blue eyes open wide as he gazes up at her trustingly. This is were he belonged. In the arms of the one who loved him, would take care of him. The cries broken off long before, he snuggles against her, rubbing soft baby scales against her more mature ones. (NT) -- Tarquin, 22:38:39 02/15/02 Fri

Sighing, she remembers the promise she made not long before. I never thought it would be like this though... One of her silver claws traced his childish features, plainly 'cute' in youth. She smiles through her mixed emotions, hoping to decieve not only the youth, but herself. (NT) -- Isis, 22:52:34 02/15/02 Fri

Amist the commotion presented by the birth of her elder sibling, the unborn wakes from her spherical shelter of darkness. A sense of claustraphobia soon overshadows any comfort this darkness held for her. In a rage, the unborn breaks free, entering the domain of the living. Yelping a glee of victory, the dragonling opens eyes of ice blue. As they focus, the bright ball of colors separate into distinct shapes. Again she yelps, this time demanding attention from the oddly familiar shapes. (NT) Halette 22:53:03 02/15/02 Fri

At her first yelp, the firstborn starts. At her second he breaks through the hold of his mother to confront this obsurdly loud creature. He stands fully for just a second, and falls, glaring spitefully at his sibling. He rakes the ground in the effort to stand, and results in crashing his chin upon the flood of the lair. A frustrated cry escapes his lips, and he looks almost pitiful, head to the floor, paws splayed, tail twitching irritably. Yet, his clear eyes are focussed on this new creature, and he yelps in return. (NT) -- Tanquin, 23:00:28 02/15/02 Fri
Curiousity claims the female hatchling, as she trods on wobbly legs in her brother's direction. The images are nearly clear now, as she spies the aqua-rimmed pupils of her sibling. Using her metallic silver spiked tail a a grounded balance, she comes within a foot before colapsing. The still-solf palms of her feet could not stand for long, as the earth seemed to cut into her foot at every step. She whimpers a cry to those that seemed so far away. (NT) -- Halette, 23:12:45 02/15/02 Fri

He returns the cry, sharing in her pain. Perhaps this loud-mouthed creature is not so bad. He scrabbles to his paws, wavering as his balance threatens to topple. Hurriedly he picks his way to Halette, paws thudding heavily as he sets himself firmly. Curiously he sniffs her, and the motion startles his balance. Bronze body falls besides the younger, a sharp cry meeting the air as he hits the hard, oh so hard, earth. (NT) -- Tanquin, 23:18:04 02/15/02 Fri

Wide-eyed in awe, she beholds the ebony hatchling-a female...her daughter. Absentmindedly, she draws her hatchlings nearer to her. "Tanquin...Halette." How can I allow any harm to befall them, my angels? Tanquin, he fell! Her eyes shift to their tender newborn flesh, fully checking any blemishes that arose from them as a result of injury -- Isis, 23:23:02 02/15/02 Fri

His flesh unharmed, fall forgotten, he relaxes in her grasp. Silence reigns over him, his claws clutching her in a firm grasp. (NT) -- Tarquin (Aren't I such an idiot? I keep misspelling names!), 23:29:26 02/15/02 Fri

:She watches from afar, and has mixed feelings...: (NT) -- Vaspyra, 12:43:51 02/16/02 Sat
*smacks her forehead* Guess I'm not much better. I was copying you. (NT) -- Lizzy, 15:13:58 02/16/02 Sat

*Grins* No worry! (NT) -- Kate, 15:44:36 02/16/02 Sat