Eggs in the Wastes

The Clockwork Egg: #302d42 GABRIEL
Elegance in Everything Female Rose Gryphon

Mindspeech: Italics #87c1df

There is a certain decorum that Elegance exudes in every aspect of her life. She is a firm believer that carrying oneself with dignity and, well, elegance enables one to overcome any trial of life. There's next to nothing that can truly ruffle her feathers. It's this calmness that makes her suck a skilled diplomat. People can be literally screaming in her face and she'll never break a sweat. Even hostage negotiations, one of the most tense things a Rose can ever be called to mediate, are handled with a serene, smooth voice. Though she knows it's not a state that everyone can again Elegance will try to teach others and bring grace and poise into their lives. But despite all this never forget that she is a Gryphon; she also carries her elegance into the battlefield when the need arises.

Elegance is a beautiful Gryphon. Her avian half is a White Gyrfalcon, her head, chest, and forelegs being pure white and her wings white with silvery gray spots. The colors continues into her feline half with the pelt and fluffy tail of a snow leopard. Her amethyst eyes and a height just brushing six feet complete her form.


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The Feathered Egg: #eddc95 SHY
Can you Relate? Male Rose Gryphon

Mindspeech: Color #b07bb6

Diplomacy is about opening up both your eyes and your heart to both sides, showing them where they are not so different, and guiding them to compromise and respect that they might have never thought possible. So this Gryphon has a simple question: Can you relate? With a calm gaze Relate listens to both sides then quietly speaks his thoughts. We've all been real, and we've all been fake, sinners and saints, right and oh so very wrong. Mistakes are things that we all know. We don't know what it's like to be each other, but doesn't that just make us the same in different ways? We all know what it's like to hurt and feel pain, to laugh and experience joy. Can't we come to agreements and find better days? Even when discussions get truly heated his feathers never get ruffled nor his voice raised. Though he isn't always successful more often than not he at least gives both sides something to think about and sometimes, later on, both parties will come together in a middle ground on their own with mutual respect. In the household Relate will keep the peace between members and help maintain balance, bringing a peaceful aura wherever he is. And when you need him to he can help by listening to your concerns. After all, he can always find ways to Relate.

Relate carries a dignified elegance with him wherever he goes. Unlike some Gryphons he's a long-legged creature on both fronts, with his hind portions having the elegant shape and markings of a King Cheetah, including the bold stripes down his spine as well as the big cat's notable elegant back limbs. His stripes however are a frosty blue and where a cheetah is gold he is white. This white passed up to his bird front which takes its form from an Secretary Bird. His white neck is a bit longer than others, and his legs are equally long and slender with white lower halves. His wings are white with (instead of black) deeper blue primary feathers, and where Secretary birds have orange around their eyes he has a soft golden shade, which nicely frames his amber eyes.

(Inspired by the For King & Country song; Relate; I admit I used a lot of the lyrics for the personality because it just FIT so well.)

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The Stained Glass Egg #016cfb MICHAEL

The Best Defense is a Good Offense Female Blade Gryphon

Mindspeech: Italics #eeb713

Sometimes, even when you find your calling in life another calling is still who you are at heart. Such tensions can tear a spirit apart if it's permitted to, struggling with who you are with the vision in your mind of who you should be.

But if you're A Good Offense there is a much more appealing option: find a way to do both at the same time!

Since she was young A Good Offense admired the Shield Gryphons. She wanted to be one of those who defended others even at the cost of their own lives. But for all that she tried her body and her abilities were just not cut out for it. She was much too proactive in her approach so she was must more suited to becoming a Blade. Though she tried to be happy with her place for a time she was quietly depressed about it, but then a wise old Honor gave her a piece of advice: Sometimes all one needs is to look at things from a different perspective, and the best defense can be a good offense. After taking a quiet sabbatical to ponder things over A Good Offense decided how to play the hand fate had dealt her. She'd protect others like a Shield…. By eliminating threats with finesse and precision before they can get anywhere near her loved ones or even the Shields that stand before them. She's a dancer on the battlefield, graceful and swift, lunging in to strike and twisting away before retaliation can come her way. Speed is the name of her game after all. With her identity firmly in place A Good Offense is a jovial creature on and off the battlefield. When engaging with enemies you can expect a quick wit and battlefield banter to come from her and when peacetime reigns she makes for good company in any gathering.

Elegant and graceful a six-foot-tall creature, A Good Offense is a long-legged Gryphon. Her feline half is clearly a cheetah with their dark spots on a golden coat in defiance of everything that everyone thought about Blade Gryphons up until now. Her front, avian half carries the gold-and-spots theme with the appearance of a Great Horned Owl. Though her face can look severe at times with the dark arcs of the 'horns' of feathers her round, yellow eyes are often alight with sparkles of joy and camaraderie.

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The Shimmering Fur Egg #1aff00 NEC

Strike Me, I Dare You! Male Blade Gryphon

Mindspeech: Color #e72424

Whereas most Blade Gryphons take a dignified approach to battle I Dare You had his own method. That is he bounds around his enemies taunting them with everything from schoolyard insults to biting barbs of considerable sophistication and everything else his creativity can come up with. Why does he do this? Well, eventually the recipient of his words loses control of their temper and will strike at him, and more often than not they will in their anger leave themselves open for painful blows. While his taunts often have other Gryphons shaking their heads I Dare You knows he needs everything he can in a fight. See he's at something of a disadvantage given than he's the 'runt' of the nest. Even at full grown he'll barely be three-quarters of the average Blade's size. It's given something of a chip on the shoulder, feeling that everyone is looking down at him literally and figuratively. He also desperately seeks approval from his Bonded; their opinions are the only one he'll readily trust. But just let someone try to insult them - their tormentors will find they have a champion who'll give ten times as good as they get!

Due to some quirk of his hatching I Dare You will always be a small Gryphon standing at just around four and a half feet tall. But visually he's a striking creature! His feline half is that of a lighter-colored clouded leopard complete with their beautiful markings though his base color is a pale blue and markings are deeper shades of blue. His avian half in shape looks like a Philippine Eagle with dark blue taking the place of the brown on his wings. He has their head feathers - also dark blue - as well which when he is startled or really riled up in an insult battle tend to stick up in an almost leonine mane. Glacial blue eyes compete his appearance.


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The Mirror Egg #ff8282 BISCOTTI

Let it Fall to Me Female Shield Gryphon

Mindspeech: Italics #5a067a

Shields protect others. That's their calling. Even from a young age they tend to have a protective streak a mile wide. They will guide others to danger and put themselves in the line of fire without fear.

But sometimes…. Protection means taking burdens and pains onto themselves even if others around them might say it was unfair. Such as things beyond your control.
Fall to Me will never be like other Gryphons. Though she will be as large as other Shields, there is one thing that sets her apart: She will never, without outside intervention, fly the skies. She was born with stunted wings and even as an adult her wings, though otherwise functional, are simply too small to lift her into the air. For a long time she wondered why she was so cursed, so damaged. What had she done to be born this way? Was it the cruelty of the IF? Of Aeon? Of some other form of fate? Then after a troubled evening of these thought she had a dream. In this dream she stood in a cavern. Around her were others that she couldn't see but knew were young Gryphons like herself. Though she saw no one speaking, she came under the impression that she and these others were being asked a choice. As must happen to every species sometimes some must be born different. It was to happen to one of them, but the Presence was asking for a volunteer. One of them would be born different, but they were assured it was a bearable by one stout of heart. Fall to Me looked around but still couldn't see any details. She had no idea… were they Honors, or Blades, or Roses, or Squires, or Shields?
What would happen if they were so hindered?

None were speaking up, hesitating, and she felt she could hear uneasy murmurs. She felt there wasn't much time before things would be decided for them.

And she spoke. **I'll do it, my lord. I offer myself. Let it fall to me to bear.**
And when she awoke, Fall to Me felt like she understood, and finally she could accept herself. Since then she's lived with a sense of pride in her differences, in the burden she has willingly chosen to bear, and has extended that outlook to her whole life. If she can she will accept any burden that would fall upon those she cares about, whether it's working harder so they can live at ease, listening to their troubles so their spirits can heal, ministering to them when they are ill and hurting, and yes standing before them when danger threatens with her shortened wings spread wide. All this she does happily and willingly, she will reassure should you ask. The only thing you might need to keep an eye out for is sometimes she will reach her own limits and she's not too keen on expressing when she herself needs a rest from her labors. All she wants is for you to rest assured that whatever is it, even if it's yourself, can fall to her and she'll catch you.

Perhaps as compensation for her volunteering Fall to Me was blessed with a lovely appearance. Her feline half at first glance is clearly a tiger in nature though her coat is white-gold metallic and her stripes golden-brown; she has a rare Golden Tiger marking. Appropriately her avian half is a Golden Eagle with a mottled golden brown and white with a yellow beak with an onyx black tip. Her kindly eyes are a warm brown that always hold the light of confidence and a look that encourages others to trust her to protect them. But though her physical stature stands at the full seven feet her kind are known for her wings scarcely have a four foot span. Without later alteration she will never fly.
Mutation: (Physical) Stunted Wings

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The Swirled Paint Egg #0df



The Rosebud Egg #b40000



The Crystal Egg #8e00c5

Gabriel heard the drum call and smiled at Rakul who was waddling at his side keeping him safe and close. He knew that she wanted to come with him and he would take her along, "Come on Rakul let's see what's going on." He followed the trail as he did Rakul was at his side placidly wondering why he seemed so sedate on this day. It was clear that something was on his mind but he didn't say it and so she walked with him eventually he'd talk and then they'd discuss.

What's troubling you? Rakul couldn't wait as she looked at the man whom she had bonded to. The pair were quiet as they walked and Gabe looked at her, I'm just thinking of my family and of the mate who has moved on. He said to her as they walked down the path and towards the eggs when he arrived he smiled at them gently, then turned to look at the others. Anari he knew of as he had a Queen of his own and then there was the other one he didn't know at all.

"Hello there." He said to Anari as he smiled at her, "This is Rakul and I'm Gabriel of Gold Zariath." He said to the woman Rakul looked up at him and rolled her eyes but she knew why he'd included his dragon she was Important.

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Michael heard the drums and had to get a translation from Corvid, he nodded to the giant bird as he headed out of the house. This time he took Luc with him, the boy was on his hip he knew he was too little to Impress but at nearly 16 months it was time the boy get out for a while and see more of the world. So he was taking him along he had a leash attached to boy's back like a backpack and the other end on his wrist. He would be able to keep an eye on him once there and the boy was down to walk, he'd keep him on a short leash until after the bonding was concluded since he didn't doubt it would be a while.

He got there right after Gabriel and Michael stayed back as he set Luc down the boy was now going to be wanting to walk. So he started moving, the quarter angel and his half angel father were looking around watching for things also still very intrigued by the fact of a hatching. He'd seen eggs hatch but never quite from shells like that and the Nephilim was staying back watching and waiting to see what happened here today.

Anari smiled to see Shy at the place, if rather surprised that a child would make such a journey as well as pleased that Shy waved. The junior weyrwoman well remembered how bashful the Voidling had been when they'd first met so that they seemed happy to see someone was quite a feat. When they picked up the egg Anari took a half step, seeing as though the Feathered Egg was one of the smaller ones it was still just about as big as Shy was, but it ended up not being needed; Shy was a bit wobbly but managed well enough to join her where she was. Carefully Anari sat on a rock beside Shy, smiling at them and the Lepicerin that had come with them.

"Yes, I'm Shy's friend," she replied. "My name is Anari Morrowell. It was my K'tiro who found the eggs and brought me here." She pointed up to where the winged and horned creature sat helping to guide arrivals.
But Anari wouldn't be the only one wanting to chat, as a Mindvoice neither male nor female and in a soft, wispy tone asked a question:

Young one, what is more important: to understand the unknown, or to change the unknown?


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Anari turned from her chat with Shy to greet Gabriel with a smile and a nod of semi-recognition. They were both Goldriders after all, and also in a sense in linked into the network of thought that connected the dragons of the Weyr. They'd just not formally meet.
Speaking of which…

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Anari of Gold Oroveth." Shy might know, as K'tiro certainly did and all of her bondeds did, that Anari had a bad habit still of not properly introducing herself as a queenrider should. "I'm not quite certain what is inside these eggs, but all of them made it clear to me that they needed people to come. Thank you for answering the drums." Anything further she might've said was interrupted as someone, a Mindvoice that would be neither male nor female and wispy in tone from the Clockwork Egg sent a question Gabriel's way.

Where do your strengths lie: brute force or precision strikes?
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K'tiro more paid attention to Michael, watching as he and his son moved quietly into the area. Though his gaze might seem hostile, or at least predatory, it was actually a protective kind of watchfulness mostly centered upon Luc. As Anari might have been able to explain he had a rather large protective streak, in his own way. To the point he blinked at Luc and his tail swished in what was meant to be a friendly way. Hopefully it came across that way.

Something - or rather someone - else had paid attention to the pair, though its focus was more on father than son. A whispy voice that was neither male nor female asked him a question in Mindspeak:

Which would you choose: to take the burden on yourself, or let another willingly carry it in your stead?
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Yes, the IF had certainly seemed to have enough of Biscotti's antics. Not only did it yoink him to the location, but deny any and all attempts to leave of his own volition.
Clearly it wanted him to at least make the attempt to find a life-long companion of the furry or feathered or scaled variety.

Anari, for her part, merely gave a nod in reply and let Biscotti go on his way. She had been here far long enough to take things like sudden appearing people in stride, and if he wanted to keep to himself that was his choice.

A choice that someone, a Mindvoice that was neither female nor male and had a wispy quality to it, made the choice to utterly ignore.

Why, asked the Mirrored Egg, do you prefer to remain alone?

Nec arrived late, if he were to go by the bunch of people already there, but a few of his Bondeds had been squabbling over who got to come along! He'd tried to say there weren't any restrictions, but apparently there was a pecking order in his pack? Nec had let them figure it out between themselves and headed off, looking like a perch; Bit on one shoulder and Friz on the other.

Once there he greeted those he knew, spotting Anari and wandered in her direction, giving a wave at Biscotti and the others. On his way he passed the shimmering fur egg and brushed it absently with a hand in passing. Fris, the white mottle firelizzard, took off to make a sweep over the area while Bit the giant bat stayed on Nec's right shoulder.

He kept staring at his uninteresting rock, likely waiting for it to move.

Biscotti huffed at the question tossed his way, and threw back an answer in defense of his insecurities.

"I like keeping all of that unpredictable nonsense out of my personal space. Quiet is calm. Most people," he said, gesturing to everyone with a hand, but not looking, "are too loud and too disorganized."

It took a few seconds for him to look up for the person he replied to, but when he did, the smug smile he wore quickly slipped into a ditch and died. The disappointment that buried it held down his brow as he grumbled and looked back at the rock.

"I should have known to expect some disembodied voice."

He saw Nec, flipping his hand up into a lazy wave. No one was safe from his mood, as harmless as it was.

Asar listened intently to Anari, though not without the occasional glance behind him at his bonded. It did sound like K'tiro was good, if he was willing to help Anari. After all, nice didn't necessarily mean good and good didn't necessarily mean nice. Sometimes being good was more important than being nice. At least, that's what the Lepicerin though. K'tiro. Good, the little rabbit stated happily, seeming pleased with the story Anari had told him.

Shy tilted their head at the sudden change in the tones of the egg, but hesitated when the question was asked. It took a moment or two for them to parse through it, but once they'd figured it out it would still take them a moment to answer. (If-self-not-enough-to-convince-then-ask-others-who-that-person-is-close-to. If-one-voice-isn't-loud-enough-to-be-heard-then-multiple-voices-all-saying-the-same-thing-should-be-enough-yes?) At least, they hoped so. After all, their father wasn't alone anymore. He had both them and Moth, and Anari too.

Still, they couldn't help but wonder if the voice in the egg could perhaps be alluding to something that they weren't aware of...

Biscotti almost got company, but a voice distracted Nec in the middle of a step, drawing his eyes to the Shimmering Fur Egg as if that's where the voice was coming from. He'd still look around, including up, and a quizzical glance at Anari, but even so he knew she wasn't the one with the answers.

He took a bit to think it over, there were as many ways to answer that as there were enemies...

"I'd say it depends on the enemy. They can all be the best option in different situations. I've done all, and seen it more." Another moment's though as Nec took a step closer to study the egg. "Convert may be the best in general, but the enemy will think the same. Some it won't work on, on both sides. And sometimes attack is the best defense. It's not really a question with a single answer."