Best and Brightest ~In Orbit~

[prissy]

V'na don't you want me? I want to see you but if you don't want your Omuntoth he will die in his shell. He will stop growing and just die. The brass's voice spoke again as he stirred a bit in his shell however Abarineth hissed a bit. What was this boy doing killing her hatchling! She would not permit this to happen! IT COULD NOT HAPPEN!

YOU MUST ACCEPT MY HATCHLING IF YOU KILL OMUNTOTH BEFORE HE HATCHES I WILL MAKE YOU PAY![/b] Abarineth bellowed, as she growled at the boy hoping to make him to understand that he was killing her hatchling she would not permit this she could and would kill him!

"What's wrong Abby?" Myarin asked as she looked at the Blood Queen who had swung her eyes now whirling red and orange as she hissed at the boy. "What did you do?" She asked as she looked at the Artist what had happened to distress her dragon?

[akusma]

There was a pause in the cavern, a slight stillness before a sudden rush of cold air that announced the arrival of one of the people that should have taken the transport there - T'nan and Caith. The Bronze bugled, head turning to grin brightly at the Blood as his feet touched the ground, hitting it fairly hard. T'nan groaned, one hand holding onto his face while the other held tightly onto the reigns. This was not going to go well, not at all. He wasn't wrong, either.

The Bronze had appeared from between too quickly, and in the wrong place. He was left running as he hit the ground, more focussed on the Blodd even as he ended up heading towards the wall. There was a squeak and a bang as the Bronze's neck hit the wall, head swinging to try and look in front of him out of reflex, a reflex that sent his head crashing into the wall as well.

...Hello, my Abarineth, Caith said meekly, slumping agaisnt the wall slightly as he lay down. T'nan was already sliding gently off before the Bronze was finished. 'Please don't jump before I'm finished getting the image up again, Caith.' I wanted to see her! 'You can't see her if you're dead.' The Bronze whimpered, confused by both his rider's comment and the Blood's anger. What's wrong, sweet? T'nan paused. The Blood was angry? He frowned slightly, head tilting as he stepped slowly forwards.

"What's happened?" he murmered, hands going to fit themselves onto Myarin's waist, expression worried. "She's not going to kill anything, is she?" That was something T'nan did not want to see. Repeated or otherwise. They needed these candidates. They were too few already this hatching.

[akusma]

He was shaking. Still. Faranth, Faranth this was not happening. Nothing was speaking to him, no one was there. These eggs could not have a mind yet. They weren't fully grown, they weren't fully developed. The brain could not be working right yet...It was a mistake. He shot a nervous glare at the other boy, eyes too wide for it to be angry. He didn't know anything. This was a lie, this was a lie, this was a lie...

V'na don't you want me? I want to see you but if you don't want your Omuntoth he will die in his shell. He will stop growing and just die. The voice was pathetic, not truly a voice yet. It was just...It was not right. He shook his head, hands gripping the sketch book hard enough to curl the edges, leaving white lines on his palm. He was not V'na. He was Virena (whether he liked the name or not) and the voice was not there. The thought had him relaxing slightly, body slumping as he stared over at the eggs. The voice was not there...He was safe, he was -

YOU MUST ACCEPT MY HATCHLING IF YOU KILL OMUNTOTH BEFORE HE HATCHES I WILL MAKE YOU PAY![/b] He whimpered, stumbling backwards with wide eyes. Faranth, Faranth, Faranth...Fuck. He hit the sands hard, dropping his pad by his side as he stared with wide eyes at the Blood, tears welling up as he shivered and shook. 'Don't go, don't go, don't go, please, please help me!' he wailed to the unhatched Brass, hands digging into the hot sand at his sides. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die.