The Age of Dragons (Year 1051)
Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 4:22 pm
The Story Begins:
Awareness began slowly for the young hatchlings, still trapped within the perfect darkness of their eggs. Though the darkness completely surrounds them, it was a comforting darkness. A darkness that held them, not unlike being hugged so completely that you felt both safe and secure all at the same time. There was also silence within the dark confines of the egg, a peaceful silence.
This silence was broken by a peeping sound from one of the eggs, followed by a scritch-scratch. Where only one peep had sounded, a chorus of peeps arose from the dozen eggs. The scratching sound was repeated, but faster, followed by a chorus of various sounds. Within the egg, the small dragons searched for a thin spot one their eggs that their beak horns might be able to penetrate. Pieces of egg began to break off here and there and holes formed in the shells. The peeping sound that had once been muted by the shells, rose in volume as little snouts appear from the cracks in the shells. As the little ones continued to break through their shells, they each felt a presence upon their mind. The presence was a mixture of colors and sounds and was both comforting and loving and it drew them toward the outside of their shells. Encouraged by this presence and a sudden hunger in their bellies, the little ones clawed at the egg twice as hard.
After several hours had passed nine dragon hatchlings found themselves on a small rock ledge on the side of a much larger cavern. Three of the original twelve eggs remained still, no noise coming from within; the hatchlings kept their distance from these eggs. Their beaks horns had sloughed off after they had emerged from their shells now that it had done its duty. Their small wings attempted to unfurl, but were still wet and sticky from the yolk juices from their time in the egg. They fell over several times, and hobbled around like drunk people trying to get their footing. Unable to properly move their wings, which hung limply at their sides, they found movement to be tricky. The presence continued to flood their minds with love and comfort as they limped around, learning how to use their limbs.
Senses that had never been used before rose to the occasion and where darkness had been the only thing that the hatchlings had ever seen, their eyes quickly adjusted to the semi-darkness of the cavern. Their nostrils were filled with new smells and their eyes flashed around the area quickly, drinking in the various colors and sights that surrounded them. One smell in particular resonated strongly with the pain in their bellies and when their eyes caught up with their noses, they saw several dead things on the other side of the ledge.
Any difficulties that had at first hampered the young dragons now became as distant memory as their noses compelled their bodies toward the food. In trying to reach the food, one of the hatchlings fell from the ledge, a small meep echoing from him before the rest heard a wet meaty thump from over the edge. The remaining eight hatchlings shivered with fear, as they had been able to sense the one who had died. Just as quickly, but more cautiously the remaining hatchlings found themselves within reach of the food.
One of the first hatchlings to have burst through his shell, scrambled atop the meat pile and let out an angry bark at the others who were still approaching. The faint light of the cave barely glimmered off of his Charcoal grey scales as he barked at the others, all but declaring himself king of the food. One of the other hatchlings, perfectly black, let out a low snarl and threw himself toward the grey hatchling. Using his height on the meat pile to his advantage, the grey let out a squeak of defiance as he bared his talons which, though newly formed, were as sharp as swords. Talons bit into flesh and the grey, though slightly bloodied, stood victoriously atop the meat pile; the black hatchling lay dead at his feet. The other six hatchlings kept their distance from both the grey and the dead black and waited until the young grey had gorged himself being eating. Being cautious to stay out of his sight, but also keeping an eye on each other, the remaining hatchlings ate until their bellies were filled and nearly bursting.
The seven young dragons, filled with yummy food, crawled slowly back to the pieces of their nest. Though filled as they were with food, they found themselves with a dryness in their throats that demanded to be quenched. A small stream gurgled from the back of their ledge until it spilled over the edge, falling into a pool below. The young dragons fell upon the pool, gulping down the cool water till their thirst was satisfied. Several days continued this way and when the meat pile was gone more would appear when they awakened. Each time they awoke, the young grey dragon would climb atop the food and bark at the others before gorging himself into oblivion before the others would eat, but there was always more than enough food for them all. The presence on their minds remained and as time passed they learned to separate out the colors and sounds from one another and to understand that each had their own meaning. With time they also learned that they could talk to one another using these same colors and sounds.
The hatchlings grew ever larger in the size with each passing day. By the end of the first week after hatching they had outgrown the ledge that had been there original home. One of the young dragons, stormy-grey colored, was the first to be brave enough to leap off the ledge and glide to the cavern floor below. One by one the others followed him except for one, a dull red scaled dragonet who chose to stay on the ledge; only gliding down to the others now and then. The cycle of only eating and drinking and sleeping had ended, and the young dragons found themselves awake for several hours of the day. They used this time to explore as well as play with one another. Mock battles were fought between the young dragons as they learned the extent of their fighting abilities and strength. The best fighter among them was a blue scaled dragonet who was unpredictable in battle. After each fight, the young dragonet would thank her opponent as if the fighting had never happened. The playing also consisted of exploring the full extent of their home, which often meant spelunking in the small tunnels that led away from their nest area.
The only light, though dim as it was, that did barely come into the cavern, came from another higher ledge. Try as they might, the young dragons were not strong enough to flap their wings hard enough to get high enough to reach it. This however led to a competition among the young dragons as to which of them could get closest to the upper ledge. The record holder was a copper dragonet who couldnÔÇÖt help but flaunt not only her beautiful colored scales but also every time she reached a new achievement that was in some way better than her nest-mates. Upon winning a race, or flying the highest she would chirp in that annoying ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm better than youÔÇØ kind of way. Quickly rising to each occasion, was a black dragon with a bluish/green tint, who without fail wouldnÔÇÖt rest until he had beaten the copper dragonets newest achievement.
Roughly a month after being hatched, a purple scaled dragon had finally managed to scrabble himself up onto the higher ledge. His squawks of excitement and pride filtered down to the other dragons below who were quickly able to, following his direction, fly and climb their way up beside him. Looking down over their small world they turned around to face the world.
The presence that they had all felt all this time turned out to be 4 females dragons who lounged within this upper cavern, light spilling around a bend of the cavern as well as various sized holes in slanted wall/ceiling. Each young dragon felt a stirring in their minds and heard the words, ÔÇ£Come to me, my childÔÇØ and each young dragon went to their mothers.
The young black dragon with blue/green sheen went to his mother, a large Copper Dragonet who wrapped her tail around him and looked upon him with pride. Though as she looked into his eyes, a look of embarrassment and wistfulness briefly passed through her eyes. A small tear threatened to spill out of one of her large eyes, but she quickly looked beyond him and blinked it away. Looking at him once again she impressed upon his mind ÔÇ£I am Kora, your mother.ÔÇØ
Toward the large Blue Dragonet with red undertones, walked the blue dragonet and the stormy grey dragon. The Dragonet wrapped her tail around her children and looked upon them with so much love that it filled them completely. Tears came readily to her eyes and landed on their heads as she held their small bodies close to her. For a good time, she just stared into their eyes, drinking them up. When she at last composed herself, she impressed upon their minds ÔÇ£I am Corazon, your mother.ÔÇØ
The Charcoal Grey, the dull red and the bright purple dragons walked over to a Black Dragonet who was much smaller than the other three mothers. Something mysterious twinkled in her eyes as she wrapped her tail around her children. For a brief moment she looked at the young purple dragon with disdain, but she quickly brushed this look away and looked at her three children. The small purple dragon was somewhat unnerved by this exchange and could, for some reason, feel distance between himself and his mother. The Dragonet impressed upon the mind of her children ÔÇ£I am Katia, your mother.ÔÇØ
Not so much walking as strutting, the young Dragonet who looked as though she was fire come to life, moved to the large Golden Dragonet. The Dragonet was so brightly colored it was almost difficult to look directly at her. Wrapping her tail around her daughter, she looked upon her young child with all of the pride in the world. She impressed upon her daughter's mind ÔÇ£It is only fitting that my child would be as beautiful as me; I am Pantera, your mother.ÔÇØ At this, she raised the young dragonet up in her scaled hand until the others could not help but notice. They looked at both Pantera and her daughter and all let out a huff of smoke before turning back to their own children.
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OOC/LORE
Awareness began slowly for the young hatchlings, still trapped within the perfect darkness of their eggs. Though the darkness completely surrounds them, it was a comforting darkness. A darkness that held them, not unlike being hugged so completely that you felt both safe and secure all at the same time. There was also silence within the dark confines of the egg, a peaceful silence.
This silence was broken by a peeping sound from one of the eggs, followed by a scritch-scratch. Where only one peep had sounded, a chorus of peeps arose from the dozen eggs. The scratching sound was repeated, but faster, followed by a chorus of various sounds. Within the egg, the small dragons searched for a thin spot one their eggs that their beak horns might be able to penetrate. Pieces of egg began to break off here and there and holes formed in the shells. The peeping sound that had once been muted by the shells, rose in volume as little snouts appear from the cracks in the shells. As the little ones continued to break through their shells, they each felt a presence upon their mind. The presence was a mixture of colors and sounds and was both comforting and loving and it drew them toward the outside of their shells. Encouraged by this presence and a sudden hunger in their bellies, the little ones clawed at the egg twice as hard.
After several hours had passed nine dragon hatchlings found themselves on a small rock ledge on the side of a much larger cavern. Three of the original twelve eggs remained still, no noise coming from within; the hatchlings kept their distance from these eggs. Their beaks horns had sloughed off after they had emerged from their shells now that it had done its duty. Their small wings attempted to unfurl, but were still wet and sticky from the yolk juices from their time in the egg. They fell over several times, and hobbled around like drunk people trying to get their footing. Unable to properly move their wings, which hung limply at their sides, they found movement to be tricky. The presence continued to flood their minds with love and comfort as they limped around, learning how to use their limbs.
Senses that had never been used before rose to the occasion and where darkness had been the only thing that the hatchlings had ever seen, their eyes quickly adjusted to the semi-darkness of the cavern. Their nostrils were filled with new smells and their eyes flashed around the area quickly, drinking in the various colors and sights that surrounded them. One smell in particular resonated strongly with the pain in their bellies and when their eyes caught up with their noses, they saw several dead things on the other side of the ledge.
Any difficulties that had at first hampered the young dragons now became as distant memory as their noses compelled their bodies toward the food. In trying to reach the food, one of the hatchlings fell from the ledge, a small meep echoing from him before the rest heard a wet meaty thump from over the edge. The remaining eight hatchlings shivered with fear, as they had been able to sense the one who had died. Just as quickly, but more cautiously the remaining hatchlings found themselves within reach of the food.
One of the first hatchlings to have burst through his shell, scrambled atop the meat pile and let out an angry bark at the others who were still approaching. The faint light of the cave barely glimmered off of his Charcoal grey scales as he barked at the others, all but declaring himself king of the food. One of the other hatchlings, perfectly black, let out a low snarl and threw himself toward the grey hatchling. Using his height on the meat pile to his advantage, the grey let out a squeak of defiance as he bared his talons which, though newly formed, were as sharp as swords. Talons bit into flesh and the grey, though slightly bloodied, stood victoriously atop the meat pile; the black hatchling lay dead at his feet. The other six hatchlings kept their distance from both the grey and the dead black and waited until the young grey had gorged himself being eating. Being cautious to stay out of his sight, but also keeping an eye on each other, the remaining hatchlings ate until their bellies were filled and nearly bursting.
The seven young dragons, filled with yummy food, crawled slowly back to the pieces of their nest. Though filled as they were with food, they found themselves with a dryness in their throats that demanded to be quenched. A small stream gurgled from the back of their ledge until it spilled over the edge, falling into a pool below. The young dragons fell upon the pool, gulping down the cool water till their thirst was satisfied. Several days continued this way and when the meat pile was gone more would appear when they awakened. Each time they awoke, the young grey dragon would climb atop the food and bark at the others before gorging himself into oblivion before the others would eat, but there was always more than enough food for them all. The presence on their minds remained and as time passed they learned to separate out the colors and sounds from one another and to understand that each had their own meaning. With time they also learned that they could talk to one another using these same colors and sounds.
The hatchlings grew ever larger in the size with each passing day. By the end of the first week after hatching they had outgrown the ledge that had been there original home. One of the young dragons, stormy-grey colored, was the first to be brave enough to leap off the ledge and glide to the cavern floor below. One by one the others followed him except for one, a dull red scaled dragonet who chose to stay on the ledge; only gliding down to the others now and then. The cycle of only eating and drinking and sleeping had ended, and the young dragons found themselves awake for several hours of the day. They used this time to explore as well as play with one another. Mock battles were fought between the young dragons as they learned the extent of their fighting abilities and strength. The best fighter among them was a blue scaled dragonet who was unpredictable in battle. After each fight, the young dragonet would thank her opponent as if the fighting had never happened. The playing also consisted of exploring the full extent of their home, which often meant spelunking in the small tunnels that led away from their nest area.
The only light, though dim as it was, that did barely come into the cavern, came from another higher ledge. Try as they might, the young dragons were not strong enough to flap their wings hard enough to get high enough to reach it. This however led to a competition among the young dragons as to which of them could get closest to the upper ledge. The record holder was a copper dragonet who couldnÔÇÖt help but flaunt not only her beautiful colored scales but also every time she reached a new achievement that was in some way better than her nest-mates. Upon winning a race, or flying the highest she would chirp in that annoying ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm better than youÔÇØ kind of way. Quickly rising to each occasion, was a black dragon with a bluish/green tint, who without fail wouldnÔÇÖt rest until he had beaten the copper dragonets newest achievement.
Roughly a month after being hatched, a purple scaled dragon had finally managed to scrabble himself up onto the higher ledge. His squawks of excitement and pride filtered down to the other dragons below who were quickly able to, following his direction, fly and climb their way up beside him. Looking down over their small world they turned around to face the world.
The presence that they had all felt all this time turned out to be 4 females dragons who lounged within this upper cavern, light spilling around a bend of the cavern as well as various sized holes in slanted wall/ceiling. Each young dragon felt a stirring in their minds and heard the words, ÔÇ£Come to me, my childÔÇØ and each young dragon went to their mothers.
The young black dragon with blue/green sheen went to his mother, a large Copper Dragonet who wrapped her tail around him and looked upon him with pride. Though as she looked into his eyes, a look of embarrassment and wistfulness briefly passed through her eyes. A small tear threatened to spill out of one of her large eyes, but she quickly looked beyond him and blinked it away. Looking at him once again she impressed upon his mind ÔÇ£I am Kora, your mother.ÔÇØ
Toward the large Blue Dragonet with red undertones, walked the blue dragonet and the stormy grey dragon. The Dragonet wrapped her tail around her children and looked upon them with so much love that it filled them completely. Tears came readily to her eyes and landed on their heads as she held their small bodies close to her. For a good time, she just stared into their eyes, drinking them up. When she at last composed herself, she impressed upon their minds ÔÇ£I am Corazon, your mother.ÔÇØ
The Charcoal Grey, the dull red and the bright purple dragons walked over to a Black Dragonet who was much smaller than the other three mothers. Something mysterious twinkled in her eyes as she wrapped her tail around her children. For a brief moment she looked at the young purple dragon with disdain, but she quickly brushed this look away and looked at her three children. The small purple dragon was somewhat unnerved by this exchange and could, for some reason, feel distance between himself and his mother. The Dragonet impressed upon the mind of her children ÔÇ£I am Katia, your mother.ÔÇØ
Not so much walking as strutting, the young Dragonet who looked as though she was fire come to life, moved to the large Golden Dragonet. The Dragonet was so brightly colored it was almost difficult to look directly at her. Wrapping her tail around her daughter, she looked upon her young child with all of the pride in the world. She impressed upon her daughter's mind ÔÇ£It is only fitting that my child would be as beautiful as me; I am Pantera, your mother.ÔÇØ At this, she raised the young dragonet up in her scaled hand until the others could not help but notice. They looked at both Pantera and her daughter and all let out a huff of smoke before turning back to their own children.
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OOC/LORE