Sleeping rather peacefully in the warm, round world she knew, the orange gave an unheard squawk when not only a loud bugle stirred her from sleep, but something jarred her egg hard. It split down the middle, leaving a stunned and upside-down orange glaring up at a larger darker brown. She quickly flipped herself upright and hissed at the brown. The two squared off and flexed their quickly drying claws until their mother interrupted. The brown muttered something about not wanting to bond and turned off toward the kitchens without so much as a backwards glance.

Coward... the orange dragoness growled after him before remembering what she was supposed to do. After studying the candidates before her, she snarled None of them are my chosen, either. Sorry. My name's Selvaggioth. I think I'll visit Draco's Inferno first. and hurried after her brown brother, intending to finish what they started. When she arrived in the kitchens, however, the tantalizing smell of meat made her stomach rumble audibly. A blue-sunset dragon offered her a bowl that she leapt at eagerly, not bothering to ask where he was from. He wore a rope around his neck with a weyrbadge affixed at the lowest point that displayed a blue dragon curled around a brass ring upon a red and black field.

Selvaggioth was so hungry she scarcely noticed the lighter brown that approached her and the dragon and asked if he was from Draco's Inferno. He said yes, glaring at her for the sucking, snarling noises she made as she ate. The brown was sent off to collect another bowl, and Selvaggioth followed him with her eyes, not noticing her drift from the bowl and that what she was gnawing on was not wherry meat but her caretaker's claws. Then the other brown, carrying a heavy bowl of meat, took a tumble from the table that ended up with him wearing a full bowl of meat for a hat. Nearly choaking on the mouthful of meat she had, Selvaggioth rolled clear onto her back in laughter.

Torturing this light brown (whose name she eventually learned was Foldelesth) became this spicy little orange's pursuit in life. She loved making his life miserable, along with any other unfortunate dragon's that got in the way (as long as they were her size or smaller, that is). This ostracized Selvaggioth from the groups of sponsorlings that the weyr took in in droves. Not like she minded it terribly but on the coldest of those wintry nights when all the others had friends to huddle with for warmth, and she was left in a cold corner to warm herself.

Puh, it's like I need those wherry droppings anyway... she would mutter in her best rebellious-weyrling attitude. She didn't need any friends to get along in this world, they would only clutter things! No, she was best left to her devices as a free-spirited and unchained dragoness. But little did she know that the four dragons who over saw the sponsored dragonets in the weyr worried over her social skills. First they got a female bronze from their own weyr that would rather have nothing do to with the outside world, then this curious piece of work. How could she grow into a healthy adult with no one to talk to? Then one had the idea of sending her somewhere to bond! But of course she couldn't know that was why she was being sent away. No, there had to be some kind of cover story...