The Arial Corps Rp Thread

Zoran shifted nervously in line, nodding. He couldn't resist another look down the row of his more than a little intimidating fellows. They all seemed so tall and straight-faced. Too serious. He already knew which egg he would pick. He just hoped no one else got their first. Zoran wasn't likely to win a contest of strength. But he grasped the harness handed to him eagerly, running his hand along the smooth leather. This could very well be the best day of his life; it could also be the worst.

Raven held the harness to her side, looking at all of the other kids there. It surprised her at how many were there. When Zoran was called up, she couldn't help but smile the slightest bit. Zoran looked so timid and scared. It almost mirrored what Ravne was feeling inside, though she would never let it show.

Zoran stepped forward without hesitation, and started to reach for the Thorny Death egg. It's royal blue surface looked smooth and shiny, with light swirls of magenta here and there. But the soon-to-be captain hesitated for a moment, unsure. He'd done lots of reading on the various types of dragons; Thorny death seemed like the one he wanted. But what if the dragonet hatchling wouldn't let him saddle it? What if the dragonet turned out to be not the right one? What if- Oh, to heck with the 'what if's.
Zoran's hands grasped the blue and purple egg, gently lifting it off the table. It was surprisingly heavy and textured, feeling nothing like it looked. And the egg seemed to pulse gently in his hands. Almost like a heartbeat. The boy felt an immediate protective urge over the unhatched dragon in his hands, and hugged the egg to his chest as he stepped back in line.

Jaden's eyes (I will most likely refer to him as Jet) dart around taking in the scenery of the area. He noticed two captains smiling at each other looked at the features and assumes they're brother and sister, he looks at The boy, Zoran was his name, and noticed he seemed more of the commander type guy

Raven took a deep breath, then let it out. She was nervous, but let no emotion show on her features. As she stepped froward, only one egg called to her. It was a black and silver, almost white, egg. The egg had what looked like plating on certain parts of it and the start of a few spikes. She instantly picked it up, not even paying attention to the other eggs. As she stepped back in line, she examined the egg closely. It was beautiful, and she loved it instantly.

Zoran, who had been gently examining his egg, watched briefly as another captain- Raven had been her name- stepped forwards to claim an egg. She chose a silvery-white one, with black on it too. It was unfamiliar, and he couldn't read her face. Did this Raven girl feel the same connection to her egg as he felt to his? It was certainly a nice one, but could she feel the pulse? What if Zoran should've chosen the egg she did? What if his egg wasn't good enough? Her's certainly seemed bigger. He didn't know, but his egg seemed to pulse harder in his hands, as if sensing his worry and comforting it. I may be small, but I'm the one for you. Never judge a book by it's cover.

Zoran let out a surprised exclamation, just barely managing to now drop the egg. He set the hatchling on the ground, where it looked around curiously. The rest of the choosing forgotten, he crouched down to look at it. The hatchling stared back, bright blue eyes shining. "Hello." He tentatively touched her head, for Zoran was sure the hatchling was a girl. She let out a small squeak, retreating at first but then pressing forwards. She's so small. But wow! The boy had completely forgotten about all his instructions on what to do once the egg hatched. He had a dragon!

[I don't know if dragons can talk so....This'll work]

Zoran, who had been examining the hatching's small but powerful-looking wings, jumped slightly at Lucinda's voice. "Right, right. I knew that." He quickly composed himself, unable to stop a wide grin from spreading across his face. The captain faced the small hatchling, kneeling. "Do you have a name?"
She tilted her head, then shook it violently. "No? That's okay. I can give you one." Zoran realized he had no clue what he wanted to name this dragonet; the question had never crossed his mind until now. He looked at her delicate but strong face, sharp teeth, barely visible. Her powerful wings and tail, looking like she could fly away at any moment. And, of course, her sharp magenta spikes. Though, the hatchling was rather small compared to what he'd read. Then the perfect name popped into his head, and Zoran smiled, gently slipping the tiny harness over her head and chest. "There we go. Hope you like it, Freefall."

Zoran sat cross-legged on the ground, attempting to fit Freefall's harness over her shoulders. The dragonet wasn't very enthusiastic, and kept wriggling away. "Come here- no!" With a frustrated grunt, he finally managed to snap the harness on. Though a little large, it fit over Freefall's chest and shoulders, firmly securing her to the lead in his hand. "See, that wasn't so bad." He grinned as she nosed his shoulder, laughing a bit as the hatchling climbed up. "Geez, D.F. You're heavy!" Realizing he was interrupting a rather solemn ceremony, Zoran quickly stood back up, Freefall on his shoulders.