For the first time in a very long time, new life stumbled it's way onto the sands at Draco's Inferno. The weyr itself was emerging from a winter it thought would never end, an impressive thought for a place situated on the very precipice of the snowy wastes. Not so much as a green leaf had been visible for months and months and the sea around the weyr was frozen solid for miles. It seemed as though Draco's Inferno would have been forgotten by the entirety of Pern if it weren't for the draconic lifelines that kept news and goods flowing.

It was with an intense air of relief and joy that weyrfolk and candidates alike made their way to the sands when the first signs went out that the eggs were rocking. Joy and relief from the parents of the clutch, who had long feared that their children may have not survived the intense cold despite their meticulous care, joy and relief from the candidates that finally, finally they would get to meet their bonds, and joy and relief from the weyrfolk who had begun to think that their weyr would never see the wonder of life again on their quiet sands.

The first hatchling was greeted with laughter and cheers so loud that the senior queen had to bellow and glower at them all to pipe down, lest the poor hatchlings be too frightened to emerge.

Though the noise appeared to be of no concern for the pale-colored female, who had attention only for her bond. She approached Luna with fearsome intent in her brilliant amber eyes. "Luna, I am Siksen, and yours." she purred, "I will always be by your side." She wrapped her lithe form around Luna's feet and snarled at those who glanced his way.
Name:	Siksen
Gender:	Female
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Siksen is a very possessive and protective dragoness. She'll always stick close to her bond and those he holds dear. It will take some time for any new person who she or Luna meet to make it past her rather aggressive personality. Those fortunate enough to be considered within her inner circle will never find a more giving and loving friend.
Bond:	Luna

The next dragon to crack shell was equally as pale as her sister and approached her chosen with a similar focus. The morose green Tithralith had her attention elsewhere, her desire to bond was minimal. "I trust I am not interrupting." came the hatchling's quiet voice. "You may only have eyes for others, but I only have eyes for you." If dragons could blush, Tithralith certainly would be, to find the dragonet's rapt attention focused on her.
Name:	Sokiles
Gender:	Female
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Tithralith is the sun! Sokiles was smitten with Tith' from the moment she broke free from her shell. Her powerful feelings are at times overwhelming, Soki' will always be an all or nothing sort. She throws every bit of strength into a task and only when she has won or her energies have been fully expended will she let up.
Bond:	Tithralith

After a few moments of relative quiet, a larger egg positively exploded, aiding in the shattering of a few more. From the former came a large male who spread his wings to strike a more impressive pose before grinning a toothy, baby dragon grin. "DORIAN! My chum, my friend, old bean! How's it going? Listen, I've got this idea I've been dying to tell you..."
Name:	Ouhylluth
Gender:	Male
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Brown Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Need a plan? Ouhylluth is your man! He's always got a scheme or an idea, a plot to unfurl at an opportune moment. Even if it's not his scheme to scheme, he loves helping others in the execution of their own. He also loves to see an idea come to fruition, sitting back and basking in the glow of success. If he fails, well that's ok, let's just take this one back to the drawing board. He's a good boy to the core, no mean-spirited mischief whatsoever in his fun. He does love a good practical joke, but it will always be the kind where the prankee is able to laugh along with in the end.
Bond:	Dorian Northolt

One of those dragonets so rudely awoken before she was ready was the grumpy looking Delmah. Groggily and grumbly, she approached a similarly sour-pussed black dragon. "You. Let's go." she muttered. Harruarhijeth perked up at her voice in surprise and happiness, but quickly resumed his too-cool-for-you pose. Sure, cool. he said, before casting a last disparaging glance over his shoulder at his fellow bonders. Delmah nodded approvingly.
Name:	Delmah
Gender:	Female
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Delmah is the quintessential ice queen. She hates everything, from puppies and kittens to babies and sunsets. At least, this is the face she shows the world. Behind closed doors where just Harru' is there to see, she loves a good cuddle and is prone to geeking out about her favorite subjects. Just as curious about things as Harru' but is sometimes just a little too chicken to poke around in places she knows they shouldn't be. She does treasure her quiet time, and woe betide the fool who interrupts her sleep.
Bond:	Harruarhijeth

Sitting to the side, Amikaj had felt largely uninvolved in the hatching. A headache was preventing her from focusing on the flow across the sands. Suddenly the pain was alleviated, causing Amikaj to blink in confusion until she felt a warm touch on her leg. "Is that... better?" came a shy voice. Amikaj smiled and nearly cried. "Yes, it's much better Herungash."
Name:	Herungash
Gender:	Female
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Herungash is painfully, painfully shy around those she doesn't know. She feels almost as though it's wrong for her to speak to those other than her bonded. She is absolutely devoted to Amikaj, maybe a little too much due to her perceived handicap. Amikaj will often have to gently tell her that she can handle some things on her own. Herungash's feelings are also delicate, she will need as much protection from unintentional hurts as she believes Amikaj needs.
Bond:	Amikaj

With a full-throated bellow, a rich brown male dragonet burst forth from his shell. Immediately he leapt into a defensive pose, glancing around suspiciously. He slunk quickly toward the cat-formed Mint. "Pssst... psssssst! Mint. You ready? Ready to ROCK?. AWRIGHT!" Mint blinked at the rather loud Drewsgulth, but decided his eagerness was more amusing than annoying and with a meowl of laughter, followed the hatchling toward the meat table.
Name:	Drewsgulth
Gender:	Male
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Brown Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Booyah, Drewsgulth is here and ready to FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. He takes Mint's job seriously, and though he isn't skilled enough to assist him right now, he'll certainly be eager to help any way he can. It'll be a little bumbling and maybe a bit of a hindrance at first, perhaps even dangerous, but all it will take is an accident or two and he'll learn fast when he can and can't help.
Bond:	Mint

Another energetic dragonet made her way out of her egg, flapped her damp and sticky wings once or twice as she sized up the candidates, then tripped and stumbled her way to the winged wolf Misa. "Hi there Misa, what took you so long?" "What took me so long? You're the one that took forever to hatch, Tiuflaque." the wolf replied bemusedly. "Oh really? Well... I'm here now!"
Name:	Tiuflaque
Gender:	Female
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Tiu' might be a little... slow at times. But she's the sweetest, most affectionate cuddlebug you'll ever meet. She loves sharing her love, especially with furry things like her bond Misa. No doubt she'll start collecting furry pets as soon as she's able and allowed.
Bond:	Misa ShadowPaw

Inexplicably, on the sands sat a chair. It was an ordinary chair with no special features, yet no one sat in it. A curious dragonet approached it, tilted his head, and then began to gnaw with his sharp baby teeth on a leg. "OW!" the chair cried, and out of it came the infamous Loki, clutching his ankle. "What in the world did you do that for?" "I'm sorry Loki, I knew you were there but I was just confused how." the dragonet lowered his head in apology. "It's ok Golhurrith, I can be confusing at times." Loki grinned at his bond and Golhurrith lit up.
Name:	Golhurrith
Gender:	Male
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Poor, bumbling Golhurrith. He's well meaning, but... Loki's particular skill just confuses the hell out of him. He just can't grasp how Loki can be a chair, or a couch, or a bed, and will sometimes become frantic in his attempts to "free" his bond from whatever piece of furniture he's in. Many a prank has and will be ruined until Loki successfully explains to Golhurrith that he is not in fact bonded to a chair or a couch that can turn into a man.
Bond:	Loki

Everyone started when a squeal came from inside one of the eggs. It became louder and louder as the dragonet kicked her way free from her egg. She squealed all the way across the sands to Acey, where she took her bond's hands in her forepaws and bounced up and down, still squealing. Acey echoed the squealing all the way to the meat table.
Name:	Adktona
Gender:	Female
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Brown Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Adktona loves to be loud. She's loud when she's happy, she's loud when she's sad, she's loud when ACEY is happy or sad. She's a very emotional dragoness, and those emotions happen to be best expressed through vocalizations. She also can't keep her feelings bottled up, at least not for long. Oh she can keep her opinions to herself well enough, but when she's sad she'll cry, when she's happy she'll laugh and sing. Whether it's the middle of the day or the middle of the night.
Bond:	Acey

One egg had been furiously rocking since the beginning of the hatching, and only now did it manage to crack open. Out spilled a small, boldly marked female who hopped immediately to her feet and practically ran to Gwira. "I'm so sorry! I've been trying forever to get out of there!" Gwira hastened to soothe the distressed Ofilisha as the two exited the sands. "You know Ofilisha, I'm going to have to work out a pattern just like yours, it is magnificent."
Name:	Ofilisha
Gender:	Female
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Ofilisha wants nothing more than to please Gwira, and is for some reason terrified that if she doesn't, Gwira will leave her. She loves to design intricate patterns, but will often trash her designs before showing them to anyone because she doesn't think they're good enough. No matter how much they're praised by Gwira or anyone, she still thinks they're hideous. Gwira will have to take them from her before they're ruined. Eventually she'll develop some confidence in her skills, but it may take some generous complimenting beforehand.
Bond:	Gwira

Only a few eggs remained on the sands now. Vestia stood anxiously, fretting that she wouldn't be chosen. The last few eggs were still, not a single shiver. Those in the stands exhaled as one when an egg finally trembled and split perfectly in two, revealing yet another dainty white. The little female stood and shook clinging egg from her hide, meticulously picking shell off. Once she was perfectly spotless she approached Vestia and bowed. "I am Afarquan, and pleased to meet you Vestia." she said primly. Vestia laughed and shook the offered forepaw before gathering Afarquan into an embrace.
Name:	Afarquan
Gender:	Female
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Polite, proper and probably obsessive-compulsive, Afarquan has to have every single thing a specific way. She always has to be perfectly clean, sometimes difficult to maintain with her white hide. Any meeting with her will be done with the utmost respect and proper etiquette. Though proper, Afarquan also loves to show affection and will only do so with her closest friends.
Bond:	Vestia Dawnfire

Four little eggs left and just a few candidates. One had remained possessively within Meroclaisen's claws, and it now shook and shattered, and out clambered what could be a near copy of the clutch mother herself (but with a nice compliment from Thumoth. He peered up at his mother blinkingly, then snuggled closer to her chest. It was clear that this little dragonet was not to be separated from his mommy.
Name:	Ilharth
Gender:	Male
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Brown Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Ilharth could be considered a bit of a mama's-boy, but he's not really the kind to be babied. He's his own dragon, so what if he likes to stick close to his mother? Who knows if he'll stick as close to her side when he's fully grown, but for now he has no problem staying under her protective wing.
Caretaker:	Meroclaisen

A small male had hatched with little to do, and approached the rabbit-anthro Eve, clearly curious about her strange form.
Name:	Screjalth
Gender:	Male
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Brown Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Screjalth wants to know everything there is to know about everything. He'll be the kind of kid caught dissecting minnows from a pond or taking apart your radio to see how it works. He's a bit obsessed with death and the machinations of the living body, so he might be doing a bit more dissecting than tinkering. It will take a firm hand to steer him from killing larger animals just to watch them suffer and die.
Caretaker:	Eve

Anerila stood uncertainly, scarcely daring to hope that she might find the love of a family again. So lost in her thoughts was she that she didn't notice the dark male approaching her. "Anerila? It's ok... I'm here now." he said quietly. The girl blinked slowly at the brown male, shakily placing her hand on his forehead. "Numldroth?" she murmured uncertainly before stooping and wrapping her arms around him.
Name:	Numldroth
Gender:	Male
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Brown Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Nothing comes between Numldroth and Anerila, not one thing. He's not aggressive about his protectiveness of her, he doesn't think everyone else is out to take her from him, he just doesn't like leaving her alone. He'll just silently slide up behind her and make his presence known. He's very supportive of her and her healing, and he knows it will take some time to mend her broken spirit.
Bond:	Anerila

At last, the final egg hatched. Another dark-hued make shambled across the sands and peered sleepily up at Tirala. "I wanna go back to sleep..." he mumbled, rubbing his eyes in a human-like way. Tirala smiled and collected her new bond. "We'll get you something to eat first, and then you can go back to sleep Vdrimilth."
Name:	Vdrimilth
Gender:	Male
Breed:	SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities:	Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Brown Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality:	Vdrimilth is clingy and childish. He doesn't like to be left alone, he doesn't like the dark... it might be shorter to say what he does like. He does like to read however, and is a fast learner. Eventually he'll want to start helping Tirala with her record keeping duties, if he can get over the dreaded idea of having to work.
Bond:	Tirala