11, Sh'urrb, Outfield Center. A Siren lifted from the waters of her world. Seen as a bit of a traitor by her Killer Wave homeworld fans, Sh'urrb blows off their hisses and boos with style. In her mind is always a bit of jealousy toward Seevi, as she often competes for Tamoth's attentions. When male players arrive around 2nd base she is often heard to send her charms toward them... The Killer Wave men try their best but often fall prey to her.
12, Maxiil, Catcher. A human from a world where the gravity is 2 or 3 times normal. He is quite strong in normal gravity situations, though many people underestimate him and think he's 'fat'. That's not fat, friends... He is the only member of the team who actually wears his team hat outside of practice and games. If he sees a player trying to steal a base after a batter's struck out, watch out for that throwing arm! They can't let him play pitcher!
19, Creal'w, Outfield Left. An Avian with as zany a personality as you'd expect this colorful guy to have. He doesn't have to try very hard to catch things, when he sees something flying towards him, his instinct is to use his beak to catch it -- fortunately his species is capable of using their thumbs too. He isn't much of a hitter, but he does well enough to remain on the team otherwise.
Maxiil, Sh'urrb and Creal'w chose to head to Cy Dragonstake
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The problem with this place, the trio decided, was that it was very packed full of people, and there were such conflicting rumors about who liked whom and which of them were in charge, and where each person might be from... It wasn't like a star port - which had nice deliniations about where your ship was from, who it was registered with, and suchlike. A dragonstake? There were banners here and there showing the place's emblem, but other than that it was a rather different thing.
It didn't help that there were candidates from everywhere else too - undead things, assassins, furries, humans and not-humans, and beings that defied description.
Eventually the one thing that was apparent was that the hatching had arrived. The trio of players were sitting in their shared room when they were alerted to this by a frantic yelling G*non.
They hustled down to the sands, where they again wondered: what was up with the hydra? They were quite cool, but man they had a lot of heads... And G*non didn't seem like he liked those things at all, so why were they on Cy's sands at all?
It was the dark sands, the Nero sands, at any rate, but that didn't really strike the team members as significant - they didn't know anything much about dragons or their locales.
A short while into the hatching, it didn't matter. They would learn all they needed to, shorly. A pair of eggs hatched and a red followed by a black stood out of their shells. While the red one looked around with his trio of heads to locate his bond, the black one decided that it would be a great time to eat. The red one.
He struck at the red, suddenly - shocking Maxiil and the rest of the team members. The black was going to gut the poor beast but Maxiil rushed out to the sand and grabbed the red's tail. He tugged on him just enough to move him out of harm's way, worried that the black would follow.
I didn't need your help! The red growled. His belly was scored with three long scratches - fortunately the black's claws weren't yet developed enough to kill him outright.
"Of course you didn't, Itaril," Maxiil said. He just knew the name right off - he'd felt the pain of the hatchling's belly even as he was grabbing his tail. This was a solid bond, he knew.
Fine... Just don't get cocky, Itaril told him.
Maxiil chuckled, and they went on to find the already-killed food.
Another batch of eggs hatched without incident, until one of them appeared to be trying to bite the heads off another. They broke that up, and the two team mates left watched the sands eagerly. Okay, they watched in terror. What if one of those multiple headed monsters tried going for them?
It took some time, and more than a dozen hatchlings, before one particularly pretty star-marked violet colored hydragon came up to Creal'w. He reached out with his mind, and snapped up Creal'w's fingers in one of his mouths.
Creal'w, take me to your world and I will tear the guts out of all the people who were mean to you! We will fly together and those who dare oppose us will be torn apart! My name is Llaumvor!
A bit surprised by the violent content of the little hatchling's delcaration of 'love', but equally pleased by the warm feeling of comfort knowing that this was a bond of utter devotion - he could feel it in his mind - Creal'w decided to tell him, "Let's go feed you," because that was really what they both wanted.
Fine, this feeling was echoed.
Much later, almost toward the end of the hatching (which... well, was chaos itself), a five-headed red had hatched while another dragon feasted on a candidate's body. Apparently, that candidate appeared just outside the edge of the sands - immortal, multi-bodied. How clever of him.
Sh'urrb watched as the gemtoned red picked her way around the carnage, delicately. She had strong wings, webbing for swimming, and big legs and tail for balance. In other words, she was a perfect example of a hy-bipedragon. Of course, she still had a way with looking at other dragons or smaller living things (or even bigger ones) as prey and not 'friend'. She nipped at another dragonet which was just hatching, but came to Sh'urrb's side.
Softball, what is that? It might be worth learning. Almost as fun as biting things.
Sh'urrb smiled, "almost, Cersyla," she agreed. She did know how fun it could be, after all she was used to doing it as a hatchling herself...
Then the end of the hatching occurred and... well, that's a story that the Gems didn't much participate in. They were led away to a safer place to raise their hydragons, and eventually, they met up with their team again.
