FallenWeyr2

A murmur of approval rippled through the audience; the hatching had begun. A medium-sized egg began to jiggle and dance, and the candidates held their breath. A glistening black-red tail split the egg, the color of clotted blood.
"Yuck," Haven remarked, drawing backward. She knew there was no link from the dragon to herself; she couldn't feel anything but disgust for the red-black dragon who tumbled onto the sands, growling in rage at being contained for so long. His eyes whirled an angry red-orange, and he ran at a breakneck speed toward the female candidates, sending them running across the sands amid squeals of fright and pain, once the hatchling buried his teeth into Haven's leg. His mission finished, the bold young dragon, already huge for his age--and would perhaps grow to an astonishing length of 49 feet--strutted toward the male candidates.
"That wasn't very nice," scolded Daemon, who couldn't conceal a smirk.
How could I allow that girl to get away with insulting me? She had it coming, the dark hatchling insisted.
"Ah, you're right, Demonith," Daemon growled, half grinning, half scowling at Haven as he lead the still fuming Demonith off of the sands to the eating area.
Haven scowled and rubbed her nibbled leg, but she didn't have long to dwell upon her discomfort, because the second egg had hatched. Kalorith looked fondly upon her daughter--who despite her delicate body, would grow to 25 feet--a normal green except for bright white flares upon the hatchling's outspread wings. The green wore a decidedly mischievous look upon her face, but the tone she addressed Haven with was as angelic as could be.
I don't know why my brother had to go and bite you, Haven. Oh well. We can go and bite him back, once I've eaten, Haven grinned and winked at her little dragon, realizing that she had Impressed.
"You're right, Angelith. I can't wait to sink my teeth into something good to eat first, though," Haven sighed as she lead her dragon off the sands.

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