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3rd pov
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AU's:
Pokemon
Mmorpg(Fantasy)
Sports
Supernatural
Gangs
Genres:
Drama
Action
Angst
Comedy

 

Of course the day of the newest ceremony would be again clear enough for the event. It was like weather was pushed aside for the occasion not that it bothered Minho. His worry for this evening was centered around only his participation in the event. It was so new, awe-inspiring and yet all he could think about was whether or not he would match well with his soon to be bonded. It was starting to make him feel undaunted and he didn’t much care for that so he shook the foreboding thoughts from his mind and chose to focus on the speech being given by the master of ceremonies. Again, he was forced to ignore the weight that seemed to be increasing on his shoulders from the words themselves. Tensely stalking forward towards the center of the area, carefully looking over each egg before he moved towards the one that was calling to him the most. The egg itself didn’t look like much but he had learned not judge things by the outward appearance.

Lightly, Minho placed his hand on the rough seeming darker eggshell that he had lingered in front of, knowing that this was his ultimate decision. Naturally he had no doubts about sticking with it as he remained unmoved while thinking over how exactly to make the bond. It wasn’t until a few hours later when he had finally carried the chosen egg away to a more secluded location did he finally relax. Still he cautiously shuffled closer just a bit and leaned in to get close enough to the surface of the egg before speaking out softly, “I don’t know if you can here me or understand what I’m saying but I’m going to bond with you. Uh, that sounds weird to say but I hope that if you would like that you and I can become partners in the future,” he started out with speaking to the young dragon that he was sure to hatch from the confinement soon if the heat that radiated outwardly was any sign, “My name is Minho and I hope that you will find me as good enough master.”