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Lethe, current "acting" dean of Dais school of magic Gender: female Age: around 23, younger in story Standing: Fur and Feathers Frenzy Dragon: none yet |
Orn Boothe, administrator of Dais school Gender: male Age: unknown, appears mid 30s Standing: Star City Dragonry for Xeno-Hy-Hathian Clutch Dragon: 2 headed tan f Drone Evistora, 2 headed silver m Retalet |
BACK ; NEXT to Lethe's bonding | |
Orn made his way around Star City with confidence. While he and Lethe worked at their own dimension's school at odds with one another, they were more likely to meet on common grounds now at Carramba High. And lots of those people had dragons bonded to them. Orn recognized the power they held immediately. It would be quite good for him to have a bond from Star City, and even more so, a strong one. Thus it was that he was called to the great hatching for several clutches. No one would know quite whose eggs or ... what ... would hatch first. But it was clear after a few moments of hatching and bursting that these xeno-hybrid dragonets were dangerous and powerful. With a smile, Orn watched them. More than a dozen of them broke their way out of oddly shaped shells, or oozed out of, or chewed their way through their hosts. They were incredible little things. Some were more like dragons, with limbs and wings already intact. Others were more Xeno in nature, slipping from their host in a larval form without hind limbs and with a large eyeless head. It was one of those, with two heads, which slipped around other candidates and between legs of hatchlings, and curled up to Orn's booted feet. She was darkly tan in color with each head squirming a bit. He felt her mind enter his, both sweet and sour. I would be proud to follow one such as yourself, Orn Boothe, she spoke. Before Orn had the chance to respond however, he noticed another silver colored xenodragon, one quite different from this female in many ways, who had come up beside him as well. I would be proud to follow you as well, bespoke the silver colored dual headed male. Orn laughed to himself, while his mind battled with these two - four - dragonets. They badgered his mind with questions. Where was the food? When would they be leaving? Why was everyone no longer watching them? Who was that he was talking to? Why wasn't he talking to THEM!? Easy, easy, he spoke carefully to them in his own mind. They hissed at the recordskeeper, who was looking a bit flustered. Passing on their names to the man-wolf Orn and his two great little beasties went off to the food trays. They stayed clear of the hissing and spitting fights that broke out. Orn sensed that the still-maturing Evistora would be much easier to command than her clutch mate Retalet. He hoped that the winged Retalet would only innovate when necessary though. It would not do to have a pair of creatures this hazardous endangering his job. |
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The school would never quite accept this pair of monsterous dragons. Orn knew that. But they'd have to. Lethe was out there doing whatever she was, while he had helped the xeno drone grow into a stunning henchdragon. He was always framed by the pair - foursome if you counted heads - and people generally speaking let him have his way. Walking about the school, he settled back in, with more authority than before. I do like this, Retalet commented, while he chewed on a goat's carcass. When your rival comes back, will we get to fight with her? "I don't know," Orn said with some amount of annoyance, "she is supposed to be in charge, and killing her would only get the entire school angry at us. And no matter how big you get, you two and my magic are not, sadly, going to be a match against the entire population and staff." That is too bad, Evistora hissed around her own snacks, because I know you want to. "You do know that," Orn nodded. "But we must be careful. Who you two fight is just as important as when, and where." She will come back with something, but nothing like us, Retalet hummed. Nothing like us...
^ Evistora as an adult drone..... Retalet as an adult V
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Hatching Message: I would be proud to follow one such as yourself, Orn Booth. Hatching Message: I would be proud to follow you, as well. |
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