Ladies and Gents, its getting on toward's Temeperanth's hatching and it's time to wake up your candidates and get hyped~! So without much further ado, let's get to it.
Candidate name: Colors you would prefer for them: Why?: Colors your Canidate Prefers: Why?: Prompt: (Just a bit of rping here. It's an egg touching and it is a small group of eggs of smallish size, how does your character react?)
Easy as that, when you are done, post the form here and we'll get ready for some fun~!
Candidate name: Chiara Colors you would prefer for them: Something mid-ranked, maybe a lower high-ranked dragon Why?: he seems too soft for a leadership position, but I would like to test him Colors your Canidate Prefers: as long as its a male Why?: he thinks he would get along better with a male dragon than a female dragon Prompt: (Just a bit of rping here. It's an egg touching and it is a small group of eggs of smallish size, how does your character react?) Chiara tilted his head to the side. He was allowed atthe Touching? He didn't think they'd let him Stand this time, after the disaster that was only last Turn. He put one hand on his chest as he looked at himself in the reflective metal, running his fingers over his scars. His fingers moved from his chest to his arms. He hadn't managed to talk to the Airemistress yet... He'd meant to talk to her about becoming a Lifewing Candidate... But it was a bit late for that now. He sighed and pulled on a white shirt, making sure it was tucked into his simple brown trousers. He looked over at the Candidate robe hung off his bed. He'd had to remake it after he got mauled by that Aurora at the last Hatching.
The call for the Touching rang through his mind just then, and he put on the sandals before heading to the Sands. He knew the Clutch was a smaller one, with smaller eggs, but he didn't care. Each dragon had their place in the hierarchy. Each dragon had a purpose, whatever their color. And each dragon had a destined Bonded, a destined person that was their Mine.
They were finally allowed on the Sands to touch the eggs, and Chiara bowed to the Clutchmother. No blood or ichor on the Sands this time, thankfully. He hoped he'd never have to see that again.
He moved about the eggs, letting his fingers brush over the shells. He stopped and turned, feeling another mind brush his. Only dragons and flits could do that... Was one of the eggs reacting to his touch?
He shook his head and left the Sands. He still shuddered at the memory of the last Hatching still. Hopefully nothing like that would happen again...
Post by shapeshifter on Dec 21, 2013 6:39:44 GMT -8
Candidate name: Andromedae Colors you would prefer for them: Starlight, Abyss, Ice (or any ISW color female) Why?: She is a vain, yet intelligent individual. She has strong qualities that would need to be for leadership, once she is trained properly. She sets a moral bar for herself and those whom surround her. Colors your Canidate Prefers: Queen-chaser... Why?: Prompt: (Just a bit of rping here. It's an egg touching and it is a small group of eggs of smallish size, how does your character react?) Andromedae found herself at the egg Touching with most of the other Candidates. She had not Impressed last round, so every egg that seemed to call to her, she hovered around till she felt comfortable to touch one.
It seemed so much like a delicate process, especially with a dragon Queen hovering only feet from her precious babies. She felt the warmth from the Sands radiating through her body, she didn't touch every egg, it was almost uncomfortable with other Candidates glaring, almost protecting certain eggs that they seemed to claim. She turned to the Queen egg, noticing the females swarming on it. She wouldn't even try to touch that, maybe she could sneak back later for a feel at that one....