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Thorndike waited until the white-rainbow mother called the canidates to the sands. Her wolf side still feared imprisonment, but Thorndike was able to escape for short periods of time, to run, to feel the wind through her fur. Then the call came. The wolf shifter stood on the sands, feeling uneasy in her human form. But she did not wait for long. For a strong voice came to her head. I may not have pretty colors Thorndike, but I an yours, I am Isith! *A long crack then made it's way through the middle of the small egg. With a shudder, the egg split neatly in two, and a tiny, dark green dragon sat between the two shattered halves of her egg. With a shake of her head, the green dragon rushed to the female candidates and crooned as she picked her rider.
Thorndike smiled as she scratched the green's head. "C'mon, Isith, we'll get you something to eat." The wolf shapeshifter said as she led the green away.*
Thorndike ignored her dragon's clutchmates for now. They where not important. Her rather smallish dark green was. She carefuly fed her hatchling, amazed (as most new riders where) on how much the hatchling could eat. Duh. I need to get stronger then everyone else, as just because my color is ordinary, does not mean that *I* am some stupid little run-of-the-mill green. I am Isith. Isith bespoke, as if that explained everything. Thorndike snickered despite herself as her little Isith turned and proptly hissed at one of her larger brothers, ignoring the vain green/black. Ha! Think your soooo great? Well, I...... With that, the terrier-like hatchling ploped to one side and snored loudly. Thorndike cluntched her teeth to keep from bursting out with laughter, and carefuly picked up her green, and went to join the other impressed canidates. Isith only snored louder as her rider placed her in the hatchling bed in the wheyling berricks. A few others groaned. Thorndike curled up next to her hatchling, and begain to snore just as loud, much to her restless roomate's "delight". This pair was bound for trouble and adventure in the years to come. Never doubt the power of an aditude problem with a hide of green.
A growing green....
* is an exert from the hatching story
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