J'rogn ; Bronzerider ; Haboth

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[/b] about everything that ends up heading his way. He just doesn't really care about anything, other than his dragon, and he's actually all right about that. With a bronze like Haboth, his focus should be on that male dragon.

Not one to talk often, though only when he has to, J'rogn is a fairly quiet rider. He doesn't enjoy conversations, especially when they can somehow, in some way, turn awkward as can be. Well, he doesn't even enjoy speaking with his dragon, keeping his thoughts bottled up inside his head.

Being silent and strong, J'rogn is a decently independent male, one that does not enjoy being leaned upon, nor does he wish to lean upon someone. Relying on someone, especially one that he does not know fairly well, just does not seem to go well for him, therefore he decides to go against it. It just, does not seem to work well for him.

Though he may appear to have a calm, cool, and collected nature, truth be told, he does not have a fairly high tolerance for things that can be extremely annoying, and that does include Haboth, unfortunately. He pretty much is constantly annoyed by the way the bronze speaks, as he tries to ignore it, he just can't seem to do so. He's practically becoming insane, slowly but surely.[/ul]
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[/color][/i] Oh, Jawrogn was certainly sorry for whoever was going to Impress to that beast, no matter if he was a bronze or not. Mi-yen! Where are ya at, mi-yen? Your Haboth wants ye so muc', right nao too! Oh, he better not get to him...

Though that was when the wedge-shaped head nudged him, looking at him right in the eye. Mi-yen! I thought ya'd come up front and see me, nawt havin' me find ya! Now, take yer Haboth to find somethin' ta eat. I be starvin', J'rogn!

Oh shards. This was not going to be good.

Training as a weyrling was decent, to say the least, even if he did end up re-doing a lesson or two due to Haboth (and him being practically slower than a turtle), though soon enough, he passed his training. Also, to be perfectly honest, J'rogn is going to at least try to hold back the bronze with chasing the golds, especially Rekhath when she rises.

He... he just doesn't want Haboth to father a clutch. Ever.

Good luck to them both.[/ul]
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[/color][/i] His voice just sounded so sharding stupid and pathetic, and just whoever would be able to get him would definitely have a handful. Tumbling over his front legs, the bronze fell to the sands, wings sprawled out across the ground ever so awkwardly, it just looked hilarious.

Mi-yen! Where are ya at, mi-yen? Your Haboth wants ye so muc', right nao too! he whined, slowly but surely getting back up to his feet, taking a few seconds to head on over to the few male candidates that were lined up (the rest were female, and Haboth just loathed having a female as his Mine.), nudging the first and last ones, deciding that they couldn't be his.

Though that's when his eyes rested upon Jarwogn. Like an energetic little puppy, completely oblivious to the other dragons snorting at him, he nudged His as though he was the only one in the world. Mi-yen! I thought ya'd come up front and see me, nawt havin' me find ya! Now, take yer Haboth to find somethin' ta eat. I be starvin', J'rogn!

Good luck J'rogn. Good luck.[/ul]
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[/b] and the grand French Vanilla Egg were rocking vigorously now, their motions creating small ridges of sand around them. Already the smaller pink egg was showing signs of cracking along one side, but it appeared that the larger egg was somewhat behind, for there wasn't a single crack on it. It was moving quite vigorously, though, and abruptly the entire egg jerked to the side and smacked into the Chocolate Deluxe Egg, leaving both eggs riddled with lines.

Both the larger eggs were wiggling now, the collision seemingly having woken them up quite thoroughly, but while they had been rolling about, the firelizard inside of the clutch's very smallest egg had been getting things done. Competently pushing a hole through her shell, the hatchling within tumbled out with alacrity, landing in a wet heap on the sand. The little firelizard spread her wings and shook herself free of the last remains of her egg, revealing a perfect, adorable green. The green looked around herself, taking everything in, and gave a loud creel. There were so many people, and they were all watching her! It made her nervous.

The flighty female creeled again and took off, apparently less nervous in the air than she had been on the ground. She circled once, twice, then swooped down to land on one particular man's head, clinging stubbornly to his hair. The green chittered and nuzzled J'rogn's head, fluttering her wings happily now that she had found her place.[/ul]
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