Forty-three, growled G*non. How did we end up with forty-three candidates? Forty-three psycho candidates, not to mention all the hydras and other horrible monsters
still hanging around Cy. This could hardly get
any worse
Um, thought you ought to know said M*jora as he wandered up behind G*non. But Tenken is trying to kill Shaft again, or the other way around.
G*non stared fixedly ahead. It had been a stressful few weeks, trying to keep everyone alive. He was sick of it. Tenken and Shaft be damned. Let them. Maybe one will
kill the other and spare me a load of future trouble.
Ok, whatever you say, replied M*jora. He turned away and said quickly, And the bipedra eggs are hatching!
WHAT! bellowed G*non as he stopped in his tracks. Why didnt you tell me you demon-blasted fool! Argh! He ran out to the nearest landing and leapt upon Dorth. Dorth
flapped upwards, towards the black sands of Cy.
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The eggs were indeed rocking. As the candidates filed in G*non stationed knights throughout the Nero Sands, trying to retain at least some control over the hatching.
Remember our deal, said Mystic quietly to G*non
as she walked past him.
G*non nodded irritably. Mystic had swooped in along with a dark candidate not too long ago, demanding that she would be able to take the unbonded purebreds to kill them.
Maybe I should have just let her smash the whole clutch,
growled G*non as he eyed the dark candidates, some eyeing him back. G*non cast his glare over to Tenken as he sank back into a seat next to his girlfriend. He wasnt dead. G*non
was a little disappointed. Ill deal with you after
the clutch, he hissed as Birana slunk past.
Other than Mystic the visiting guests were few. A hydra hatching was a dangerous place to be and the Bipedra was the biggest completely hydra clutch ever. G*non just
hoped that all the hydras bonded and grew up quickly
so he could get them out of Cy. The few he had were bad enough, not to mention the normal dragons that decided to be troublemakers. Well he would have none of it, not in his Dragonstake! He would kick them out as soon as they could fly, maybe earlier
if he could manage it. He turned his amber-eyed gaze
back to the sands.
CRACK!
The first egg that hatched was one of Daethynels. The hatchling was of the Icaran fire coloration, red with a gold ruff of fur, but burnished dark as if he had been burnt
by the flames. Four wings were upon his back
and two heads scanned the candidates. Surprisingly enough, he didnt seem to want to tear anyone apart. He growled here and there but by bipedra standards was almost tame. He walked up to Spike and peered up into her face.
Yes, you are the right one. My name is Virelar.
The next two bipedras to hatch were very different from one another. One stood mostly upright while the other was slung forward. One was red in coloration, the other a
dramatic lightning-zapped black. Both, however, had
three heads. The red hesitated for a moment, three heads swinging back and forth as he tried to find his bond. The lightning dragon took advantage of his distraction, kicking him over and biting
fiercly and the reds exposed belly. G*non signaled
Rasa to break up the fight but it wasnt needed. Someone
had grabbed the reds tail and yanked him out of the fray while the black searched for new prey. Maxiil glanced down at the hatchling he had saved and was rewarded by a sharp glare and a snarl.
I didnt need your help!
Of course you didnt, Itaril, said Maxiil as he ruffled the bipedras finned ears.
Itaril hurumphed and shook his head irritably. Fine just dont get too cocky.
Maxiil chuckled as he led his bond over toward the meat bowls. Of course not.
The black was looking for new prey. No other eggs had hatched yet so he decided to help one along. He loped right up next to one and kicked in vehmenently. The dragon
that emerged was another red but this one had four
draconic heads and was ready for action. The two became immersed in a fight so vicious that the dragonknights didnt dare come close. Of course, someone else did. Ruzga-Lakh, a devilsdawn dragon who was grinning ferally down at the red. You have spunk. I like that. What is your name?
Vordras, hissed the young one
excitedly as he looked up at the larger dragon. Ignoias crooned appreciatively, this one had come from her brood.
The black finally seemed to have had enough, he turned and slunk back over to the candidates. Raven, you are my chosen, he said mentally to the bird-shifter. Im Corvosa. Raven glanced over at Cerces. She hadnt bonded yet and he hoped it would be something that Corvosa could handle. Well, there was no use worrying about it now. He took Corvosa over to the food before
the hatchling decided to eat one of the candidates.
The next few bipedras hatched and all went in different directions. A green with five heads and a leafy crest began attacking one of the candidates, a dark star-marked
three-headed and three-tailed one made a beeline
for Tevirasholn only to leap upon him, trying to tear his guts out. A second lightning-marked one, a two headed green, was engaged in fierce combat with a canine-looking 6-header. Pure chaos. Nizkthlya shoved the leafy hydra off herself onto Scintilla who fell over from the weight of the creature.
Scintilla was about to blast the creature off when she noticed something, it wasnt attacking anymore. Ten eyes were peering down at her, two yellow and draconic while
the rest were the red snake eyes. Saeora, she said to the hatchling, GET OFF! Saeora slid off her stomach
but had left a bloody footprints from attacking the
other candidate. Damn, growled Scintilla as she surveyed the damage.
Tevir was having a much harder time dealing with his hydra. It didnt seem to want to detatch its claws from his arm and its three heads kept nipping at his face. Luckily
for him, the 6-headed canine hydra had just beaten
the green and was stalking his way. The star-marked three-header suddenly found herself gripped from behind and yanked off of Tevirasholn. As the smaller hydra went galloping off Tevir glanced down at what had preventing him from needing facial surgery.
The bipedra was an impressive one, white and gray with a furred tail and long claws. This one had come from Disomadas and Sesshouixs clutch, he bore a striking resemblance
to his father in many ways. Im Seshisashir.The pair of them were escorted over to the feeding area quickly to make room for more hatchlings.
The two bipedras that Seshi had defeated were both slinking to opposite sides of the sands. The lightning marked green found Nizkthlya and announced herself
as Zxexikrelphyrnde while the star-marked black headed
for the psychic girl, Thyst.
Fighting, we really dont need it, do we Thyst? Asked the dark colored dragon.
Thyst found speaking coming with some difficulty. No, we dont, Nyrune.
The hatchling bipedra almost purred. You
said my name, you will need to learn how to speak better so I can hear you say it more.
Yes.
G*non was quickly remembering why he hated bipedras so much, not that he needed the reminder. One had decided that his leg was a tasty snack and G*non was suddenly
very glad that he had worn full armor today. He glared
down at the silver-crowned two-header and delivered a sharp kick to the hatchling. Scat, you horrible creature, he said as he kicked it again. Go eat the candidates, not me!
With a small growl the hatchling moved away from G*non, looking over the candidates until he had made his choice. Cheynoron suddenly felt a sharp
pain in his leg. He too had the same red hydra chomping on
him that had assaulted G*non. Hey, knock it off! he yelled as he kicked the bipedraling off. The bipedra lunged again but Cheynoron was ready for it. He sidestepped the oncoming hydra and grabbed him by the tail, lifting him off the hot black sands of Cy.
Let go of me you idiot! Snarled
the bipedra. Im trying to bond to you!
Cheynoron blinked. Then why were you biting me?
Because The hatchling considered.
Because I felt like it! He glared at Cheynoron malevolently until Cheynoron set him down with a laugh.
Fair enough, Jujuliyth, he chuckled as the bipedra stood up by his side.
The next egg that hatched was one of Raeynels, the resulting hatchling furred with gray. It looked like it
was one of Tainixs, his feet were marked with yellow
flames and three heads branched out from his body.
He looked around hungrily, yellow-orange eyes blazing. He drew his lip back in a feral snarl as he advanced towards the two remaining members of Looks Like Trouble. He was drawing himself back to spring when G*non stepped in between him and the girls. Try it
and you only have two heads, growled G*non at the
hatchling. The wolf dragon snorted and turned to Illamdroid.
I was going to eat them but the big man stopped me, he hissed into Illamdriods mind.
How about we find you food elsewhere, Lupix? suggested the spirtwolf-dragon.
Fine, but I would rather have eaten them, whined the hatchling as the two of them left.
The next egg that hatched wasnt seen until it was leaping on the back of one of the candidates. Renak suddenly found himself face first in the sands, something enthusiastically pawing at his shoulder. Im sneaky too! Announced the hatchling.
Renak rolled over so that his assaultant fell off and he could get a look at it. It was a fairly small bipedra with three heads and was blue with a red belly and wings. My name is Ramor!
"Yes, you are very sneaky, Ramor," agreed Renak. "Just don't sneak up on me in the future, ok?"
Ok! chirped the hatchling, nipping
at Manst's legs as they walked by.
