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. -- Golden Cavern

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Subject: 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.

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Date Posted: 22:53:03 02/15/02 Fri
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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