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hikaru-no-genji.livejournal.comThank you for feeding us
Rigged
Unrigged
The Adventure continues...
Apr. 5th, 2009 02:22 ammistresshuette.livejournal.comNo mother ever gets to sleep peacefully through the night. Little Jayzon was a typical newborn. Up all hours of the night for feedings, changings and general reassurance and love. I tried to keep everything as quiet as possible, so as not to disturb the others. But while my children magically slept through Jayzon's crying, Donal did not.
I would find him by my side within seconds after Jayzon's first wails. This lead to a few awkward moments, especially when I wanted to feed my son or later, in the morning, when he drew a bath for me and then wanted to help me in. I had to lay down the law to him that I needed my privacy. I suppose that helping me deliver Jayzon breached some of the privacy walls, but I had to reestablish them whether or not I wanted to. I was a married woman and Donal was not my husband. I didn't know where my husband was or if he was alive or dead, but I couldn't act like an immoral woman just because of this uncertainty.
I emerged from my bath, clean and somewhat refreshed. The children were playing tag and laughing happily. Donal was trying to shush them, quite unsuccessfully. He looked up at me and said, "I suppose that I should send them outside to play..."
"No. They are fine in here. I don't want them to see the carcass any more than necessary."
"Oh, Orlando has disposed of the carcass. The children should be fine outside."
"Orlando has returned? Where is he?"
"Outside, sunbathing in the brightest spot in the yard. And surrounded by all the hatchlings, who are trying their best to imitate him. I am not sure if he is amused or annoyed."
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The next few days were idyllic. The children were happy, rested and content. As were the hatchlings. They would play with Orlando something fierce. Sometimes he would allow it. When he grew tired of them, he would growl at them and send them running to me for comfort. Once they recovered from their fright, they would gradually and tentatively return to him.
Donal was amazing. He seemed happy. He was always doing things for me in ways that I had never seen my husband even contemplate doing. He was everything that I wished my husband had been, but wasn't. I enjoyed our happy time together, while I healed up, but I knew that it would have to end soon. Things were happening that shouldn't happen.
On the seventh day, Donal told me that he was going to the nearest town to buy more food, as the larder was being used up.
"While the trip may be needed, it should be more about purchasing more supplies for our journey. I am feeling a whole lot better. I think that we need to get moving again."
"But why? We are happy here. We are far enough from anywhere that no one will notice us. This would be a good place to live."
"Is it? I have hatchlings and eggs to care for. One day, they will grow up to be dragons. And you think that no one will notice them? I am sure that Gudrun had visitors on occasion. I am not sure that I would want to encounter any of them. We have been lucky so far, but I wouldn't count on that luck to last forever. We have to continue our journey to Rawn-Devu. The Queen of Freedonia commanded it. I have my responsibilities to her. And I need to find out news of my husband. If he is alive, he will be at Rawn-Devu. If he isn't, then I should hear of his fate there."
Donal's face fell somber. "Oh. Do you love him that much?"
It took me a few minutes to answer him. "No. But he is my legal husband and the father of my children."
"Then why did you marry him, if you don't love him?"
"It was an arranged marriage. I had no choice or say in the matter. Donal, you are not of the Nobility. There is no such thing as marrying for love in my class. All marriages are alliances and political maneuverings and the need for heirs to inherit titles and create dynasties."
Donal looked stunned.
"But regardless of why, I am still married. And I have to remain so until he dies. Divorce is out of the question. I would lose my children. I couldn’t live with that."
Donal looked unhappy. "I see. I understand. Well… I will go start packing …"
I would find him by my side within seconds after Jayzon's first wails. This lead to a few awkward moments, especially when I wanted to feed my son or later, in the morning, when he drew a bath for me and then wanted to help me in. I had to lay down the law to him that I needed my privacy. I suppose that helping me deliver Jayzon breached some of the privacy walls, but I had to reestablish them whether or not I wanted to. I was a married woman and Donal was not my husband. I didn't know where my husband was or if he was alive or dead, but I couldn't act like an immoral woman just because of this uncertainty.
I emerged from my bath, clean and somewhat refreshed. The children were playing tag and laughing happily. Donal was trying to shush them, quite unsuccessfully. He looked up at me and said, "I suppose that I should send them outside to play..."
"No. They are fine in here. I don't want them to see the carcass any more than necessary."
"Oh, Orlando has disposed of the carcass. The children should be fine outside."
"Orlando has returned? Where is he?"
"Outside, sunbathing in the brightest spot in the yard. And surrounded by all the hatchlings, who are trying their best to imitate him. I am not sure if he is amused or annoyed."
Our eggs:
¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ The next few days were idyllic. The children were happy, rested and content. As were the hatchlings. They would play with Orlando something fierce. Sometimes he would allow it. When he grew tired of them, he would growl at them and send them running to me for comfort. Once they recovered from their fright, they would gradually and tentatively return to him.
Donal was amazing. He seemed happy. He was always doing things for me in ways that I had never seen my husband even contemplate doing. He was everything that I wished my husband had been, but wasn't. I enjoyed our happy time together, while I healed up, but I knew that it would have to end soon. Things were happening that shouldn't happen.
On the seventh day, Donal told me that he was going to the nearest town to buy more food, as the larder was being used up.
"While the trip may be needed, it should be more about purchasing more supplies for our journey. I am feeling a whole lot better. I think that we need to get moving again."
"But why? We are happy here. We are far enough from anywhere that no one will notice us. This would be a good place to live."
"Is it? I have hatchlings and eggs to care for. One day, they will grow up to be dragons. And you think that no one will notice them? I am sure that Gudrun had visitors on occasion. I am not sure that I would want to encounter any of them. We have been lucky so far, but I wouldn't count on that luck to last forever. We have to continue our journey to Rawn-Devu. The Queen of Freedonia commanded it. I have my responsibilities to her. And I need to find out news of my husband. If he is alive, he will be at Rawn-Devu. If he isn't, then I should hear of his fate there."
Donal's face fell somber. "Oh. Do you love him that much?"
It took me a few minutes to answer him. "No. But he is my legal husband and the father of my children."
"Then why did you marry him, if you don't love him?"
"It was an arranged marriage. I had no choice or say in the matter. Donal, you are not of the Nobility. There is no such thing as marrying for love in my class. All marriages are alliances and political maneuverings and the need for heirs to inherit titles and create dynasties."
Donal looked stunned.
"But regardless of why, I am still married. And I have to remain so until he dies. Divorce is out of the question. I would lose my children. I couldn’t live with that."
Donal looked unhappy. "I see. I understand. Well… I will go start packing …"
Please help me hatch my eggs?
Apr. 5th, 2009 02:33 amalizavonahrens.livejournal.comPlease click and view my eggs. I will be doing the same for you. Thanks.
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Apr. 5th, 2009 08:03 amsazandra.livejournal.com
for views only today (no clicks):
Edit - another couple of new eggs:
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Apr. 5th, 2009 09:02 amthagirion.livejournal.comSea Catch is so slow compared to my others.
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Apr. 5th, 2009 09:21 amrkon4117.livejournal.comim not to sure but I think my egs are going to hatch soon. YAAAAY. (I hope)Please clicky clicky ill be doing the same =0)
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Apr. 5th, 2009 10:11 amrumor33.livejournal.comCaves back, happy dance
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And some pocket monsters
Thanks, will be clicking on and off.
x x x And some pocket monsters
Thanks, will be clicking on and off.
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Apr. 5th, 2009 10:27 amuliamos.livejournal.comHi, newbie here, and I really mean newbie. Last night I got myself my first egg as I was just too curious about this whole egg thingy and I had seen loads of lovely dragons on personal LJs, so I thought I'd give it a try. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trystan830 pointed me into the direction of this comm (thank you *huggles*) and well... here I am :)
I'd be very thankful for any hints or advice on how to make my egg happy.As I've read in the profile of this comm that a cut might be useful for eggs on their first day, I've put mine behind the cut. Got a very helpful hint by sazandra, thank you :))
for views only today (no clicks), thx :)
trystan830 pointed me into the direction of this comm (thank you *huggles*) and well... here I am :)I'd be very thankful for any hints or advice on how to make my egg happy.
sazandra, thank you :))for views only today (no clicks), thx :)
Gooooooood morning!
Apr. 5th, 2009 10:40 amsontock.livejournal.comhttp://dragcave.net/user/Majick
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Daily Critter Postings...
Apr. 5th, 2009 11:58 amluxe-romanesque.livejournal.comA whole handful of critters for today. As always, thank you. :D
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Apr. 5th, 2009 01:05 pmphoebe4119.livejournal.comIt's fun to see all the different eggs =D
Off to click more eggs :P
Off to click more eggs :P
My First Breeding Attempts
Apr. 5th, 2009 03:03 pmbeachbeagle.livejournal.comI made a first attempt at breeding last night. Just didn't post them until now. Both sets I tried bred and came up with a single egg, both of which I was able to keep.
Scroll: http://dragcave.net/user/beachbeagle
Scroll: http://dragcave.net/user/beachbeagle
Dragon Eggs and Hatchlings
Apr. 5th, 2009 03:43 pmdarkspirited1.livejournal.comIt's great to have the cave back to normal! :-D
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They need hugs too!
Thanks in advance for the clicks! I'll be stealth clicking back 24 hours. :)
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Thanks in advance for the clicks! I'll be stealth clicking back 24 hours. :)
Clicks please!!!
Apr. 5th, 2009 07:33 pmphee.livejournal.comThe silver is my first breed egg since the lagmoster attack!!!!
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Apr. 5th, 2009 08:02 pmmagixide.livejournal.comI have some new eggs! Yay!
Am clicking through. :3
Am clicking through. :3
Daily Dragons
Apr. 5th, 2009 08:44 pmtrystan830.livejournal.com( our eggs )
M's Scroll | My Scroll
J's:
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^these take you to see all their active creatures.
thanks!! *viewing and ninja-clicking as i'm able*
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M's Scroll | My Scroll
J's:
| M's: ^these take you to see all their active creatures.
thanks!! *viewing and ninja-clicking as i'm able*
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Apr. 5th, 2009 09:32 pmmulti-facetedg.livejournal.comI'm to amused at having a dragon fly. I had a 'pet' dragon fly for a day that I watched in my backyard, and tried to learn about it by just watching. Ah the days before for the discovery channel now you can do such things in the comfort of your own bug free home.
Thanks in advance for the clicks and views. I'm going to click back to my last post now.
The Adventure continues...
Apr. 5th, 2009 11:41 pmmistresshuette.livejournal.comI was ransacking the house for any sheets, tablecloths, or bedding that I could turn into swaddling cloths for the journey. Traveling with a newborn was going to be a challenge at best. I wasn't going to be able to wash and reuse any cloth because there would be no way to dry them properly. So I was going to have to have enough to use and discard that would last long enough until we got to a town where I could buy more. Babies use up a whole lot of cloth and boys were especially problematic in that regard.
Donal was off somewhere. I had been hearing the sounds of a saw and a hammer, but I wasn't sure what he was making. He hadn't told me anything.
I was totally engrossed in my project and missed the sound of his footsteps approaching.
"I have made something for little Jayzon. It is a portable cradle, so that he will have a proper bed when we have to camp outside. Let me show you how it works." Donal took out what looked like a few wooden boards and unfolded them. Within a minute, he had set up a simple rectangular box cradle with rockers. "It is very sturdy. It would be much better for the baby than sleeping on the cold, hard ground. And it folds down easily, so that I can carry it in my backpack."
I didn't know what to say. It was so beautiful and thoughtful. "Oh, Donal. It is perfect. You are so good us. Thank you."
"Patra, look me straight in my eyes, so that you will know that I am sincere." I complied. "I am only going to say this once and won't distress you about this again. I love you. I will always love you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me my entire life. I will always be there for you when you need me. I know now that you are not free. But I will wait for you until you are, even if it takes a hundred years. I. Will. Wait. For. You." He bent down and kissed me, with a kiss so passionate, so soul-shattering, earth-shakingly passionate, that it left me stunned, aroused and breathless all at the same time. He then let me go, turned around and walked out of the room. It took all of my energy to keep standing upright and not fall into a heap on the floor.
Our eggs:
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An hour later, we were all outside, getting ready to leave. The children were sullen and resentful. "But I like it here. I don't want to go...""I don't like traveling, Mommy, why do we have to leave?" and "I am NOT going. You can't make me leave!" were some of the things that I was hearing from them. The hatchlings were not much better.
"I am sorry, but we have to go. We can't stay here any longer. I know that the journey is hard, but we have to get to Rawn-Devu."
"But whyyyyyy...?"
"Because I say so, that is why."
"But Mommy...!!!"
"Children!" Donal exclaimed. "Orlando, your mother and I are leaving. You can stay if you like. But who will make you dinner when you are hungry? Who will tuck you in at night and tell you bedtime stories? Who will give you love and hugs and kiss your boo-boos when you skin your knees? Huh? Who?"
The children reflected on what he said and stopped their whining.
Everyone put on their backpacks, ready to leave. I struggled with mine, while trying to hold on to Jayzon. Donal quickly came to my aid. He took my backpack and removed a swaddling cloth from inside it. He then started wrapping it around me and created a sling for me to carry the baby without having him in my arms. Donal then rifled through my pack and removed a lot of things and added them to his pack. When I protested, he said, "You already have enough of a burden. Let me do this." Acquiescent, I found it much easier to put on the much lighter backpack.
Cutting through fields and avoiding the main highway, we continued on our journey.
Donal was off somewhere. I had been hearing the sounds of a saw and a hammer, but I wasn't sure what he was making. He hadn't told me anything.
I was totally engrossed in my project and missed the sound of his footsteps approaching.
"I have made something for little Jayzon. It is a portable cradle, so that he will have a proper bed when we have to camp outside. Let me show you how it works." Donal took out what looked like a few wooden boards and unfolded them. Within a minute, he had set up a simple rectangular box cradle with rockers. "It is very sturdy. It would be much better for the baby than sleeping on the cold, hard ground. And it folds down easily, so that I can carry it in my backpack."
I didn't know what to say. It was so beautiful and thoughtful. "Oh, Donal. It is perfect. You are so good us. Thank you."
"Patra, look me straight in my eyes, so that you will know that I am sincere." I complied. "I am only going to say this once and won't distress you about this again. I love you. I will always love you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me my entire life. I will always be there for you when you need me. I know now that you are not free. But I will wait for you until you are, even if it takes a hundred years. I. Will. Wait. For. You." He bent down and kissed me, with a kiss so passionate, so soul-shattering, earth-shakingly passionate, that it left me stunned, aroused and breathless all at the same time. He then let me go, turned around and walked out of the room. It took all of my energy to keep standing upright and not fall into a heap on the floor.
Our eggs:
¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ An hour later, we were all outside, getting ready to leave. The children were sullen and resentful. "But I like it here. I don't want to go...""I don't like traveling, Mommy, why do we have to leave?" and "I am NOT going. You can't make me leave!" were some of the things that I was hearing from them. The hatchlings were not much better.
"I am sorry, but we have to go. We can't stay here any longer. I know that the journey is hard, but we have to get to Rawn-Devu."
"But whyyyyyy...?"
"Because I say so, that is why."
"But Mommy...!!!"
"Children!" Donal exclaimed. "Orlando, your mother and I are leaving. You can stay if you like. But who will make you dinner when you are hungry? Who will tuck you in at night and tell you bedtime stories? Who will give you love and hugs and kiss your boo-boos when you skin your knees? Huh? Who?"
The children reflected on what he said and stopped their whining.
Everyone put on their backpacks, ready to leave. I struggled with mine, while trying to hold on to Jayzon. Donal quickly came to my aid. He took my backpack and removed a swaddling cloth from inside it. He then started wrapping it around me and created a sling for me to carry the baby without having him in my arms. Donal then rifled through my pack and removed a lot of things and added them to his pack. When I protested, he said, "You already have enough of a burden. Let me do this." Acquiescent, I found it much easier to put on the much lighter backpack.
Cutting through fields and avoiding the main highway, we continued on our journey.