Airithnu had to hide her smile from Zero when she heard this...and her surprise. It was like he was agreeing with her...which she thought impossble. She ajusted the bag so it would be easier for her to shift then asked Emmeline, "Is it time? May I shift or is there another need to wait?" She asked her polietly.

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Emmline looked back at Rena, they were never told why they were given the eggs they were, "We just never asked..." Emmeline said then turned to Airithnu, "It is time, you may shift now. Everyone get ready!"

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Rena mounted Granit with a yawn. She hadn't had much sleep lately.
Sleep while we fly. I'll take care of you, advised the winged horse.
Thank you, Rena replied, leaning forward in the saddle, and leaning her head on the mare's black mane. She also grabbed a few locks of mane with her fingers. But I won't go to sleep until we get going. I don't want to miss anything important.

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Adillya gently placed her egg in a compartment of her bag and then swung the bag around her shoulder. It was going to be a little heavier than usual, but she would survive. After all, it was considerably lit to begin with, carrying only what was absolutely needed.

She soon climbed atop Bry. Ready to go, She asked him.

Been ready. Hey, Adillya, I was listening in.. the Death Egg?

Adillya smiled at Bry and soon feel into her own ignorance, I'm sure it means nothing. One of them said it was for the dragon inside, and we should be transporting them before they hatch, I believe. So, nothing to worry about.

Bry didn't answer back; Adillya knew he was still a bit skeptical about the egg, but time should change that.

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Sorcha eagerly took her deep indigo egg, feeling it's slight warmth in her hands. She was glad to be holding it again. "I will protect mine also." She murmmured, putting the egg into a saddlebag.

Mounting, she said, "I'm ready." Mentally, she asked Etain if he was ready.

<i>Yes, I've been ready for hours- just waiting the rest of you.</i>

Meridian lowered himself, his stomach scraping the ground with a screech. Firis heaved herself into the molded black saddle. She strapped her legs in, so if Meridian had to use evasive manouvers, she wouldnt fall out.

The quint coloured Dragon stretched his massive wings, extending them to the fullest. He furled them and shook himself. The long purple spines rattling unnervingly.

He trotted away from the cave, his tail held straight out. He crouched, extended his wings and leapt into the air, beating his wings once. Soon he had gained more altitude, he circled the others on the ground, getting a feel for the air and the harness.

(wow, am I the only one with a Dragon? Last time there were five of us. *shrugs* oh well.)

((Well... I have an idea for the futur... hehe...))

Granit snorted, her wings appearing at her sides as she turned and jumped up. She flapped her wings a few times, gaining altitude.

Rena closed her eyes, and tugging of the wind slowly lulling her to sleep...

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Mirrim almost thought she could feel the egg vibrating under her hands, almost fancied she could see through the silver sheen of the shell. She found herself nearly spellbound until Twyg nudged her and she discovered half the others were airborne already. Grinning guiltily, she slipped the egg into her trim backpack, which she'd purposely left room in, and swung into Twygrin's flight saddle.

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Emmeline swung into Sabrah's saddle and took hold of the reins and a chunk of her mane. Sabrah took off at a canter, opened her wings and leapt gracefully in the air. They joined the others who were circling.

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Ember inspected her egg carefully before placing in the saddlebag that hung across Satire's withers. so she had the Tropical Egg. rather fitting for her powers as she had power over earth.
I guess our lives will revolve around that for the time being. Satire remarked.
I suppose they shall
Ember felt a sort of connection to the egg already. it was probably because some of her power had just been put into it. as Satire pushed off the ground and gracefully took off into the air, Ember could have sworn that she heard a whisper of something come from the egg.

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Tiernan accepted his egg, the Plains egg. Highly approate, as his powers were over flame and air that he got the Plains egg. Fire cleanses and rejuvinates the plains land for new life to form. Ironicly approate, is it not?

Sure, replied Talyn. Now just put it in the bag and lets get up into the air. Most of the others are up already.

Okay, okay! Tiernan slipped the egg into a saddlebag; binding the bag to the saddle not only with the twine, but with a bit of air as well. You know, if I didn't know you better, I'd say your jealous.

Talyn didn't respond to that, he just leapt suddenly into the air; causing Tiernan (who hadn't fully situated himself yet) to lose his balance and nearly fall off. Tiernan wore a smile on his face as Talyn rose into the air to the others.

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Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Sorcha shook her head in amazement as the huge bird took off. After waiting a moment for the rush of wind to abate, Etain started into a gallop and spread his wings. Leaping into the air, he started moving his wings up and down methodically, until he was high enough to catch a few air currents and soar.

Adillya graped onto Bry, the irritated Bry, and they both took off into the air to join the others.

You'll be fine, Adillya comforted Bry, I promise.

Just don't use any of that magicy stuff on me.

I won't. I promise that also.

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Kith was jolted from his thoughts as he was handed his egg. The desert egg he thought. A slight grimace, not of disgust, but of discomfort, distorted his face for a moment. In a twist of fate was he going to have to face that which he hated? He shoved it into his pack and clamored onto Giowne's back. Its a beautiful egg She noted, glancing quickly at the pack it was contained in. Kith didn't answer, though his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He opened the bag and peered inside. The egg that layed there brought back to Kith memories of hot summer days. A pale orange background was marbled with the orange hues of desert sand, dust, and sun. He shut the bag quickly, focusing on the others in his group. They all seemed happy with their egg. He wasn't sure if he could say the same.

Zero glared at the back of Airithnu's head. Why had she hurridly turned around when Zero had said that he would protect the egg? Well, it wouldn't do to hurt his "friends" on the second day of their companionship.

Seeing almost everyone airbourne, Zero longed to take to the skies, and he let himself endorse in this little pleasure. Zero had pleasures that some may find peculiar, or downright evil. Killing was a pleasure. Gettign revenge was a pleasure. Frightening was a pleasure. Stealing in the open was a pleasure. Burning was a pleasure. Flying was a pleasure. Being alone was a pleasure. That ws about it, aside from daily essentials such as eating and drinking. Oh, and frying rabbits was a pleasure.

Indulging in one of his pleasures, Zero bounded off that stupid rock for the millionth time, he felt. HE took to the air, strong wings allowing him to stay airboune, as no human being could by themself. But then, Zero was not a human being. He was more, and he hated the human in him. The human that could kill the mother of a child. The human that would chase a young one around, taunting him in the streets, swearing at him. No love received. Therefore, no love lost when Zero killed. No, none at all.

Gently flapping his sinuous wings, and gliding sometimes just for the pleasure of it, Zero began circling the spot where they all were, weaving in and out and in again, undisguised joy in his face. For a moment, just a moment, Zero felt like a child again. When he discovered he could fly, when he tried so hard to learn to fly. Nobody near, nobody to help, nobody to encourage. Best of all, nobody to taunt. He remembered his first successful flight, which afterwards he developed all kinds of tricks while flying. It had been one of his pleasures that he denied himself often. Wouldn't do to get shot. A bullet will penetrate his scales, although by no means will it pass the scales on the other side. Which will make it hard to retrieve the bullet -Zero could hardly go to a hospital and demand surgery- and the bullet could penetrate enough to get to the heart.

But now, that inhibition was gone for a while, and Zero was brought back to reality. "Hurry up, will you?" Zero growled to those who still had not taken flight.

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Airithnu nodded at Emmeline and for one last time, she checked and made sure that the egg was secure and tucked in and wouldn't fall out during the flight. She stretched her arms as her companions mounted there beasts and got ready to go. She then began to grow smaller and smaller and her slim, muscular form of a female mortal became the form of a retailed falcon. She blinked twice and with two quick flaps of her wings, gracefully took flight, joining the others, flying right beside Zero.

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