Post by Myth on Nov 2, 2008 14:26:48 GMT -5
W H E R H O L D
And in the 11th Interval, dragons died.
A plague had swept across Pern, killing about two thirds of the dragon's population. Firelizards were also killed, but only about half of them. Whers, due to their genetic differences from dragons, were not harmed. However, the sickness did effect the single gold that was still living.
Within her womb, eight eggs were forming, and with them, a whole new legend came to begin.
Already, her handler was beginning the move to the Southern Continent. A hold was to be built, one free of dragons and the plagues that struck them. Whers would be the guards that protected them from Thread, methods to protect their eyes were already being discovered, and because of that, no diseases would be carried to the holdfolk. It was to be called Wher Hold, as that was how the gold referred to it when talking to her handler.
Finally, just before she was due to clutch, about half the population of whers transferred between. Their destination? Wher Hold.
Several months passed and it was finally the day of aging Mahkesk's hatching. There were more than enough candidates, so the eggs would be allowed to hatch and choose for themselves. First to hatch was a sea foam colored green, and she quickly found her bonded. Next were a brown, blue, and a bronze. Everyone agreed it was a good clutch, a good omen. And then, a screeching wherling erupt from its shell.
It stood proudly, its pure jet body looking like liquid silver yet at the same time black as between. In honor of this, the color would come to be called Midnights. It too, found its handler without difficulty.
Another dragonet crawled form its shell, but this time, it was a glistening pale purple with undertones of blues and stormy grays. She hesitated for a moment before bounding to her chosen, latching onto their finger to blood them forcefully. They were HER'S after all.
And finally, a dark burgundy hatchling tore through his shell, screeching defiance at the sharding thing and stomping towards the nearest male, headbutting him forcefully.
The last egg was feared to be dead, and all began to sigh and mourn its loss before with a triumphant bugle, a shining gold head broke through, a beautiful white gold wherling standing bravely in the awestruck room. She found her's easily, claiming Kaselia as her own.
But the hatching was not without sadness, for as soon as the final egg had hatched and bonded, the old goldpair slipped away quietly, betweening for the last time as age finally caught up with them.
The duty of training the wherlings fell to the sire of the clutch and his handler.
It is now two turns after the hatching and gold Kasesk has risen and been caught. Her eggs have been clutched onto the Sands, but seem to be hardening slowly. Despite this, the Search and word is going out for all prospective wher candidates to come to Wher Hold for a chance at impressing.
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The hold itself is a low lying dip in the ground, like a giant took an ice cream scoop and dug it into the ground. This is fairly large, a good size for a hold. The entire thing is surrounded by low mountains, and smack in the center of the hold is a lake. The buildings of the hold are built around it.
The north is a mess of perilous marshes, made of thick swampy muck that even whers have trouble walking through. The west is a heavy forest, thick and having a few dark areas to it. But opposite that, to the east, wide grasslands that allow one to see for miles upon miles. And finally to the south is another forested area, but this one has meadows dotted through it.
But what is interesting about the hold, is the deep underground cave systems that spreads beneath it. This has a smaller, spring fed lake. And to the side of that, carved by the swirling waters, and fed by a heated underground spring, is just that, a hot spring. Then also in the underground caverns is what appears to be a massive cave, lighted by fluorescent crystals, these do not harm wher eyes, as they emmit no heat. Also the hatching caverns, lit by their own glory, and seated on near scalding sands (heated to by the spring) lay here.
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We are currently accepting all kinds of holdfolk, candidates, and some fully grown wherhandlers, including a bronzehandler. 13 wher eggs will be on the sands once the amethyst's player posts her clutch. We only have one candidate currently, so at least 12 more are needed.
Wher Hold is a literate, third person RP that welcomes all skill levels. We recommend have at least a paragraph per post, but isn't required. We only require that you don't make "one-liners".
WH's admin firmly believes in having members help run the site. She welcomes the clutchmother's player requesting to help design the eggs as well as the hatchlings. Colors in a clutch and their bondeds are still chosen by the staff, however, and no one will be discriminated against when being matched with a hatchling.
And in the 11th Interval, dragons died.
A plague had swept across Pern, killing about two thirds of the dragon's population. Firelizards were also killed, but only about half of them. Whers, due to their genetic differences from dragons, were not harmed. However, the sickness did effect the single gold that was still living.
Within her womb, eight eggs were forming, and with them, a whole new legend came to begin.
Already, her handler was beginning the move to the Southern Continent. A hold was to be built, one free of dragons and the plagues that struck them. Whers would be the guards that protected them from Thread, methods to protect their eyes were already being discovered, and because of that, no diseases would be carried to the holdfolk. It was to be called Wher Hold, as that was how the gold referred to it when talking to her handler.
Finally, just before she was due to clutch, about half the population of whers transferred between. Their destination? Wher Hold.
Several months passed and it was finally the day of aging Mahkesk's hatching. There were more than enough candidates, so the eggs would be allowed to hatch and choose for themselves. First to hatch was a sea foam colored green, and she quickly found her bonded. Next were a brown, blue, and a bronze. Everyone agreed it was a good clutch, a good omen. And then, a screeching wherling erupt from its shell.
It stood proudly, its pure jet body looking like liquid silver yet at the same time black as between. In honor of this, the color would come to be called Midnights. It too, found its handler without difficulty.
Another dragonet crawled form its shell, but this time, it was a glistening pale purple with undertones of blues and stormy grays. She hesitated for a moment before bounding to her chosen, latching onto their finger to blood them forcefully. They were HER'S after all.
And finally, a dark burgundy hatchling tore through his shell, screeching defiance at the sharding thing and stomping towards the nearest male, headbutting him forcefully.
The last egg was feared to be dead, and all began to sigh and mourn its loss before with a triumphant bugle, a shining gold head broke through, a beautiful white gold wherling standing bravely in the awestruck room. She found her's easily, claiming Kaselia as her own.
But the hatching was not without sadness, for as soon as the final egg had hatched and bonded, the old goldpair slipped away quietly, betweening for the last time as age finally caught up with them.
The duty of training the wherlings fell to the sire of the clutch and his handler.
It is now two turns after the hatching and gold Kasesk has risen and been caught. Her eggs have been clutched onto the Sands, but seem to be hardening slowly. Despite this, the Search and word is going out for all prospective wher candidates to come to Wher Hold for a chance at impressing.
-----------------------------------------------------------
The hold itself is a low lying dip in the ground, like a giant took an ice cream scoop and dug it into the ground. This is fairly large, a good size for a hold. The entire thing is surrounded by low mountains, and smack in the center of the hold is a lake. The buildings of the hold are built around it.
The north is a mess of perilous marshes, made of thick swampy muck that even whers have trouble walking through. The west is a heavy forest, thick and having a few dark areas to it. But opposite that, to the east, wide grasslands that allow one to see for miles upon miles. And finally to the south is another forested area, but this one has meadows dotted through it.
But what is interesting about the hold, is the deep underground cave systems that spreads beneath it. This has a smaller, spring fed lake. And to the side of that, carved by the swirling waters, and fed by a heated underground spring, is just that, a hot spring. Then also in the underground caverns is what appears to be a massive cave, lighted by fluorescent crystals, these do not harm wher eyes, as they emmit no heat. Also the hatching caverns, lit by their own glory, and seated on near scalding sands (heated to by the spring) lay here.
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We are currently accepting all kinds of holdfolk, candidates, and some fully grown wherhandlers, including a bronzehandler. 13 wher eggs will be on the sands once the amethyst's player posts her clutch. We only have one candidate currently, so at least 12 more are needed.
Wher Hold is a literate, third person RP that welcomes all skill levels. We recommend have at least a paragraph per post, but isn't required. We only require that you don't make "one-liners".
WH's admin firmly believes in having members help run the site. She welcomes the clutchmother's player requesting to help design the eggs as well as the hatchlings. Colors in a clutch and their bondeds are still chosen by the staff, however, and no one will be discriminated against when being matched with a hatchling.