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PAGE 4, Winged Wolves; all deprecated from a wide variety of locales, none are breedable; other dragons here are also fire station bonds

Eaaril "fralmaraz" dalmatian formerly at Talon City Fire Station on ff-steele
Flit Sarge, Burnt Brown Taisemth
Eriol Weyr's brown Adoth (never grew up)

Has still got story bits on the fire station pages, I'm not going to filter through that, just he's retired and will not be returning

Fralmaraz Eaaeril
Falas/Lantir-Setia

"It's a dog, someone had it inside."

"That's not a dog," she said.

Right about then Steele looked down with more concern on his face. His bronze colored eyes were red with the smoke, but suddenly he realized that this thing ... was a dog - but it had wings. He sat down with it on the back of their truck, as everyone else was packing up and making sure everything was settled with the owners of the building. Steele's concern turned to wonder, as the animal lifted its grey-spotted head and yawned.

By that time, he'd drawn a crowd. Half the crew of 108 were there staring at them, and more than a few other onlookers from the other station. The creature licked Steele's nose and then... Fluttered its feathery wings.

They were singed a bit, but they were sound. Birdlike wings, on a wolf-like canine body.

"What ... is this thing?" He asked. "Not that it's not cute... but..."

"Looks like a dalmation with wings!" Shouted Caine. "Cool!"

Redburne nodded slowly, "these are really amazing... rare."

"What do you mean rare? Wolves don't come with wings!" Steele said. The creature had lifted up from his lap and lept down to the ground, where he stretched out. He had long legs, and it looked like his coloration was indeed the black-white-silvery color that Steele had seen in the room, only not just because of the dust and ash.

"This one does, and remember we're not alone in the universe any more." Redburne said, turning her hair around her finger. "Are you hungry? What a sweetie!"

"We've got to keep him for the Station house," Caine said. Temple behind him was nodding.

"We've been needing a fire dog." He added. "Cute doggie!" He waggled his finger at the ball of fluff who was sniffing at the tires of the rig.

"Well I guess you're elected, wonderdog," Steele said.

Right about then, the wolf with wings turned to him and spoke. "My name is Eye of the Fire Eaaeril, and I'm not a dog... Nope!"

Stunned, everyone froze while the creature fanned his wings again and shook off what was left of the ash.

"I don't remember much of how I got here, but I was needed. Obviously!" The winged wolf proudly strutted toward Temple. "I like you - but remember I'm Eaaeril. Not doggie."

"Yes sir," Temple said, and held his hand out to scratch Eaaeril's muzzle. At first the wolf was about to snub him but then allowed it - there was ash clogging his ears.

"No thanks to me," Steele said, half meaning it.

"Don't say that," Eaaeril replied as he climbed to the top of the truck. "I would have died. I owe you. Someday we'll be even. But not today!"

***

Everyone at the Station was in awe of the creature, and they hardly wanted to leave for home when their shifts ended. But Steele remained at the Station that night, just to make sure that Eaaeril would have a good place to sleep and knew the layout of the building. Truth be told, he was just curious as to how this creature got where it had been, but Eaaeril seemed unable to remember even after a good meal and drink of fresh water, and a hosed down bath.

"I can feel perhaps a bit of an affinity to things, fire and flight. You do not seem so surprised now." Eaaeril said to the Chief.

"Well ... I just saw my first dragon close up today too, so it's been a long day." He sighed. "A loooong day."

"Dragons are here! Excellent luck!" The wolf yipped happily. "Where are they? Where are they bred?"

"They - well we don't have any here... yet." Steele said. "We're going to be doing some experimental thing next week. I think you got her just at the right time, Eaaeril."

Steele relaxed on his bed, and didn't mind making room for the young winged wolf next to him. He could tell that even though the strange creature spoke as though it'd experienced quite a bit, he seemed rather young and small for a wolf. He doubtless had some growing left to do.

Flit Brown Sarge, Falas Weyr

Burnt Brown Taisemth

Bond Site: Falas Weyr

This little brown flitter is named Sarge, as he barks orders for more and more food! His egg was found at Falas Weyr, and Tien is hoping that the little guy will bring him luck with women. Maybe his dragon would do that, but he doesn't have one yet!

Since the FGPC was running these clutches, there were scientists who got to play with the genes (which made him a little wary, didn't things go wrong when mad science was allowed to play god?) and a couple eggs - or maybe all of them - would be unique.

There were apparently two clutches on the sands, both fairly small he thought, and small eggs. A busy set of female dragons moved the orbs around, but...

There was one or two eggs which Tien thought he recognized. Ones which caught his eye more than once each time they were to look at them. Maybe it was one from each clutch, maybe two from one. He didn't know.

The buzz was that the first of the clutches were about to hatch, and it turned out that in fact there were three clutches of eggs - two green type females had laid theirs, and left, while one more exotic had laid the larger of the batches. When everyone got there, the dragons were alternately talking (they were Alskyran, and Tien wondered what would happen if he paired a dragon that could speak words?) and humming for the hatchlings.

Sarge on Tien Nguyen's shoulder kept silent, except to join in the cheering when a dragonet hatched. Yet, none of the dragons emerging from their shells at this first hatching came to Tien. They were actually a lot more flashy than he expected. Something that reminded him of nothing more than his sisters' porcelain doll collection or something.

All along though, Tien got this nagging sensation. But it was not toward any of the eggs breaking open. Those beyond, nestled behind where the two fostered clutches were covered by fine sand...

***

It was hardly a week later, if that, when the pair of green's clutches were ready to hatch and everyone left over was called yet again to the hatching sands!

"Who are they?" asked Tien, muttering to himself about the angry and overprotective looking green-and-blue, and green... "Ah." Both females, and the dams of these clutches. Their 'work' elsewhere was over, apparently. How nice of them to show up for the hatching...

A trio of small eggs broke open, and it was easy to see which mother they would have been from. Since one had but one shade, and the others two - and here were a single-colored green, and her two-toned friend...

Then, when a brown hatched, Tien could hear some breathe out in disappointment, but it was nothing like that for him. Because that was from one of those eggs that had taken his attention during classes! And there seemed nothing typical about this brown. Not big, like he'd seen some others. But this one was special.

I choose Tien Nguyen! The brown bespoke him, rushing up and sitting down before his feet.

"Do you now, Taisemth?" Tien said, with a blink to clear the wetness from his eyes.

I do, Taisemth thought back happily, and blinked just like Tien had - only just to be cute. Tien noticed that this was no ordinary brown, when the dragonet stood up and raised his wings. On his body were dark almost burnished, burnt looking markings. Fiery ash, that was unique. It didn't even matter to Tien. This was Taisemth. His dragon!

"Well then let's get you fed. There isn't any reason to stay hungry now, is there?"

Sarge vocally agreed - maybe he'd get some scraps if the dragonling was being fed!

"I'm okay, really," Tien said, brushing off his shoulders and taking the helmet off his head. "Ow."

You are in pain my rider, and it is my fault! I am so sorry!

The dragon had accidentally rolled over on Tien, quickly avoiding another dragon who was landing and injured already. Thread was falling, and everyone was needed. But Tien and Taisemth couldn't fly yet - and wouldn't be now with the thread in the air.

"It's okay, it's my shoulder is all..." he said, and with his good arm lifted another sack of firestone to the transport riders. He watched them fly off into the dusky sky, and a mix of envy and sick fear came through him when yet another injured dragon and threadscored rider came back home.

"I'm glad that this stuff doesn't fall where I come from," Tien said, "I won't miss it."

But we will still be fighting for lives and safety! His dragon bugled and rushed forward with a bucket in his mouth to help douse a woman and her green who still had steaming bits of thread trying to eat its way through. Killing the thread and chilling the pair, they looked grateful.

***

So this is 'home', bespoke Taisemth, I like it. It is big! It smells a bit funny though...

"Yeah that'd be the smog," Tien laughed. They had teleported from Falas to the Healing Den's sheltered area where the Station's dragons would probably reside until they could find a good place to house them in Talon, and then from there to the city itself. Like the others, Tien Nguyen had been gone for more than a year his own time, but only days according to their calendar here. Though the teleporting was harder physically, it was actually fairly easy for him to recall the exact time and place where he'd come from. Looking at it from the rooftop now, Tien knew that his life would never be the same.

Fighting fires from the back of a dragon! His heart beat more quickly. Sarge gave off a trill, and Taisemth bellowed. Though not huge by any standard, he was at least the size of a typical pernese brown, which meant he was bigger than half the others already there.

He didn't have aspirations for Steele's position just yet, which was fine since that man's huge dragon - and a couple others around - were almost twice the size of the burnt-brown colored Falasian.

But don't you think that I could help you get some girls? Taisemth bespoke with a grumbling draconic laugh.

"I think you will get me that," Tien laughed back, "and when Steele retires then I'll make sure you're up to the duties. Watch him, Tai," Tien said sternly and seriously. "Watch him because he's the best. He's a really good guy. I'm proud to take orders from him."

It looks like he is ordering everyone to line up on the ground!

"Then that's where we should be!"

Flit Green Mana, Isla Weyr

When eggs were passed around from Falas Weyr, Clay got one which hatched into an emerald beauty he named Mana - she is always full of energy and life, and he takes that as his cue.

Brown Adoth from Weyr Eriol

It was a hot day, a day that Tom almost thought he was overdressed. But Decembember didn't think so, his claws dug into the turtleneck that Tom wore, and they stalked around in the halls looking cool together. Then, an excited bugle split the silence, and suddenly everyone and their brother were running down to the sands.

Tom strolled in, carefully took the white over-garment, and shooed Dece off to where the other waiting flitters sat. There were a good number of eggs, but there were also a number of fine candidates. Tom's stomach wrenched when the eggs began to crack open, and almost uniformly they disgorged duplicate or opposite dragons! Twins, in each egg? Almost every one...

But they kept coming, and kept walking past him. Most dragons didn't even bother looking around him. Maybe he was just too old for this. Maybe....

A bunch of eggs were broken, energetically, by one hatchling. So now a whole handfull of dragonets of every splayed color they came in, were trip-trooping across the sands. One of them, a nice normal looking brown, found his way to Thom's side. But the hazmat specialist wasn't looking down, he was still gazing around at the sands.

From his leg, Thom felt a tugging.

Hey! Hello! Down here! Adoth to Thom! Adoth to Tom Ward! The dragonet cried, while pulling on the dark pantleg that stuck out from the white candidates cloth. Feeed me!

The dragon finally caught his eye, and Tom swore that he looked all innocenty-cute. Great. But he knew the name, Adoth, and spoke it aloud. "Adoth, you are hungry. You're making me hungry. Let's get you fed, and then I can show you around."

That sounds like a plan, dark eye man.

Tom's thick eyebrow flickered. He had a rhyming dragon? He hoped that would be a phase...

(( note that originally the adult didn't even go out, so this is why Goth found him later))