Name: Amra Age: 23 Nameday: 3554.1.5 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: It's a secret Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (Fire Storm) Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Dancer/Spy Voice:X ~ Toni Braxton Song:Black Honey ~ Thrice Physical Description: Blessed with charming features and height rather startling for a woman of good breeding, Amra took the unconventional route and chose to accentuate both her features and her towering height rather than attempt to hide it. Her grey eyes are always half closed and her lack of expression can often give her a look of boredom or disinterest that she has worked hard to use as a mask for her various curiosities. If you happen to be lucky enough to be rewarded with a smile it's a brief encounter that sits well on her face and then disappears almost as quickly. Long hair is restrained into a different tail or loosely bunched fall each day and Amra's brunette locks reach well past the center of her back.
With her height most clothing is simply impossible and though she does not claim any rank in the craft, Amra is adept at clothing design out of sheer necessity. While the scheme of color is generally in the dark colors, when she wears a skirt there can be any number of colors dyed into the fabric. It's common for Amra to expose her toned midriff while dancing but she prefers to bare it at all times thanks to her time as an apprentice where she spent long days with it exposed. Since entering the Weyr her clothing has become much more practical and less whimsical. Personality: The most accurate description that could be said of her, is that she is a "knife in the panty drawer" kind of woman. Everything about Amra can be simultaneously innocuous and deadly, the situation one finds them-self in around her is the deciding factor on which side they may meet. Thanks to years of training she is a secret even from those that know her and only her small firelizard knows the lengths she goes to in order to learn everything. Amra's mind is an encyclopedia of information that she files away for purposes known only to herself, some things will never see the light of day where other tidbits will resurface suddenly when the occasion arises that she could use it to an advantage. Those foolish enough to cross her will find themselves meeting obstacles in their daily endeavors that otherwise would have been avoided. They don't do well from that point onward if they are forced to stay in close proximity to their unbeknownst tormenter.
Despite her secretive and vengeful ways Amra can be quite friendly in the correct setting. Polite comes to her naturally and the kindness that follows could easily win her friendships if she desired. However it's all a show put on to gain favor with those in both higher and lower places. Information comes from all levels after all, a dragon rider sees the world differently than a trader or drudge and the information gleaned has differing values. But none of the information Amra gathers lacks value and so the friendly relations that lead to a furthering of knowledge for her are never to be underestimated. There have even been a few that Amra has cherished and furthered for reasons beyond usefulness. Few and far between, these individuals learn more about her than anyone, but they still never get to see the depths behind her gray eyes.
Though she would rather use her wits than preform physical tasks she has no problem pulling her own weight throughout the long days. There are things that even words cannot excuse one from and her highly trained dancers body does not disappoint those around her when work needs done. Amra will be the first to the task and the last to leave, always staying to help those in worse condition than the rest, using these times as a base to win herself the respect necessary to fulfill her own duties.
Once a day Amra absolutely must take at least ten minutes to rearrange and organize her mental room. If that means while she bathes, after she eats, or most often before she sleeps, she must find a calm point within herself to take care of the information she found that day. Placing it in the correct place within the room allows Amra the chance to recall it quickly without missing a beat. Neglecting the room has caused her to lose information before and can sometimes even throw the general order into madness, requiring her to take much longer to place everything back the way it was.
Positive Trait List Curious, Intuitive, Advantageously Kind Negative Trait List Secretive, Bitter, Judgemental
History:
Amra's mother was, and still is, a traveling trader with fingers in pies across two continents and a network of people that work under her to ensure fair business. Or at least so they're told. It was her mother that first initiated her into the art of learning her enemies and friends in order to use them at a later date. None would expect that the small child running about their skirts and boots was in fact listening to their every word and retaining it through memory techniques her mother taught her, all so she could parrot back the information at a later date. Paper, her mother claimed, was a quick way to be discovered and knifed down in the alleys. So Amra learned to form a room in her mind, a place she stored information in the form of pictures and words that can be placed into cabinets or on shelves.
Though more conventional children would have hated this upbringing, the growing girl loved it and thrived under the secretive lifestyle she and her mother kept. Never once did she ask for a life other than the one she lived and never once did her mother allow her to go without what the two considered the essentials. Amra decided from a young age that her father must not have been essential, or else he had been a burden to her mother and was deftly removed as an obstacle that impeded her goals in the underground trading business. It wasn't that she had no interest, it was just that asking her mother seemed a fools errand or worse, dangerous.
At the age of ten she was tapped by the Courtesan Hall, offered a prestigious apprenticeship under a Spymaster that promised to teach her and expand upon her vast mental capabilities. Amra never considered it an actual option, to be away from her mother was a reality that her mind, trained and intelligent as it was proving, had been too young to conceive of. To her mother's credit and character, the woman pushed her towards the Hall, seeing for her daughter an opportunity to learn in a way she had never been allowed. Not frightened, but completely unsure of herself in a new world, Amra made her debut in Western Hold as a Dancer Apprentice and for all appearances flourished in her newly joined craft. All the while she was learning more in the shadows than ever before and was proving to be a valuable apprentice to her master.
Becoming a Journeyman Spymaster meant that she needed to make both friends and enemies, however she began to quickly readjust those standards and wiped friendship from her mind. Assets was a more accurate description and much more lucrative than a friendship could ever be. Rivalries sparked and burned, hatred blossomed and was crushed when the masters informed the apprentices of the uselessness that came from holding onto hatred. Cool detachment was taught and prized, attained by only a few who would eventually go to walk the tables. Thanks to her dual crafts and her devotion to both despite herself, Amra learned so swiftly that her advancement came startlingly fast. She walked the tables to become an official Jorneyman Dancer at seventeen and though her main Craft was hidden, she advanced through that as well in a more private setting. Her master decided that she would be of more use in a Weyr, a constant flow of information as to the status and growth of their local protectors.
The year of Thread's first return she was Searched, by whom and to what end remains an unsettling mystery, into Western Weyr and began her life as a Candidate. Of all the things that she expected, the myriad of deaths throughout Pern was certainly not one of them. Her fears for her mother, for her masters and the assets that she would lose as a direct result of all the devastation drove her from the Weyr one late morning towards anything but the blood and death that had become every moment. The keening howl of dragons who would raise their voices for those fallen was seared into her mind and played as a haunting noise in the background of her inner mind's room. There had been no escape and she saw no alternative but to escape.
Never one to leap to action without at least the skeleton of a plan, Amra did her best to save a sufficient amount of food for her impending escape. Her taller form necessitated the need for more food than one of the smaller waifs that she learned alongside and Amra saved diligently for days before leaving. As late morning dawned she slid from the Weyr with the intent of returning to the Hall and requesting another assignment. Her plans, however, came to instant ruin as a small creature assaulted her head, a whirlwind of battering wings and screeches like she had never heard before. Taken by surprise she responded by instantly shoving a piece of fruit from her pocket into it's mouth and stepping away from the little beast.
When that seemed to calm it momentarily she attempted to skirt around the creature towards the outside, only to have it attack her once more. Amra fed it each time, hoping to appease it so that she could flee the Weyr, but the small firelizard pressed her back each time. Finally, afraid to attract unwanted attention to her actions, she darted back into the Weyr, followed closely by the firelizard that seemed calmer now. To her horror Thread began to fall just as she retreated, followed swiftly by the appearance of wings of dragons and riders. A pair of hands grabbed her and pulled her back towards the Candidate quarters, followed slowly by the now sleepy firelizard who eventually came to fall asleep around her neck. Whirlwind, as the creature would be aptly named, had been only a hatchling, afraid of the Threadfall and frantic he had escaped being eaten as two of his nestling siblings had and found her only by fluke.
The Candidatemaster, after sitting her down and firmly detailing what could have happened to her outside on her own, explained that her feeding him had formed a bond between the pair. Having known of firelizards but not about impressing them, Amra was understandably confused when Whirlwind chose to stay with her despite ample opportunity to leave. Though it took time and training, the small brown firelizard became a second set of eyes for her and certainly the only being that knew her inside and out.
Impressing a firelizard did not save her from the punishment the master laid before her, his wish being that she understood the reckless danger and why they were teaching her. Finally understanding the need for dragon riders as protectors, Amra applied herself to learning the ways and histories of dragon riders and the Weyrs with all the same enthusiasm she had used in her previous training. Though she keeps the same thorough tabs on her fellow Candidates and all those she encounters, there is no one for her to currently report to, her master having died in the first weeks of Threadfall. She is a spy without a master to report to, so she compiles information purely for herself while she studies and secretly, deep down in a part of her only Whirlwind sees, dreams of flying a dragon to fight the Thread that killed so many.
After more than a Turn she stood on the sands finally in the hopes of Impressing a hatchling from Vimiath's most recent clutch, a clutch that proved to be made up of monsters. As Lady Luck would have it, she did Impress that day and was the very first Candidate to do so, having caught the eye and heart of the most beautiful green dragon of them all. Seirath desired to be noticed despite Amra's somewhat secretive nature and she is slowly learning what it means to be first in someone's heart while having her dragon fully within her own. As each day of lessons and chores pass the bitterness in her heart has started to fade, compliments of the outgoing and lyrical green she shares a deepening bond with.
Name: Seirath Age: 3 Color: Green Size: 42' Voice:X ~ Gazelle/Kingsman Song:Loreley ~ Blackmore's Night Physical Description: This green is a beautiful specimen -- she's neither overly muscled, nor under weight. She is sleek in design, and while her wings are, perhaps, a bit longer than some of her kin, it only adds to her delicate beauty. She is swift once in the air, and will be able to dazzle with her aeriel maneuvers. Her stamina is on the shorter side, unfortunately, which tends to make her mating flights short but sweet. Her rider will need to ensure they don't overdue it while fighting thread or in weyrling training -- especially when Seirath wants to show off or turn all eyes on them. Personality: The first thing someone notices about Seirath is just how lovely she happens to be. The second thing someone notices about Seirath is her voice! While other dragons might honk and bellow and trumpet, this green dragon always knows how to hit a perfectly pleasing pitch. Her trumpets are golden and smooth, her trills never sharp or flat. While she can't exactly sing, for a dragon, she has quite the voice. Seirath also seems to know how to put feeling in her vocals -- when she bugles in triumph, you can tell she's joyous; and when she keens in sorrow, those around her might well wish to weep.
She is a very expressive dragon. Her eyes will always display what she's feeling, and her body language will mimic such a thing. When she's happy she might all but bounce around her rider; when she's looking to flirt -- and when isn't she looking to flirt -- she'll be sure to move with all the grace she was gifted with. It isn't difficult to read what Seirath wants... but good luck keeping her interested.
This green is difficult to please. She is a flirt, and she will flirt with just about anyone and anything. She especially enjoys flirting with the boys, making them squirm, and then laughing at their ridiculousness. Honestly, Seirath might actually look down upon the males of the world -- it's not that she thinks less of them, they just are so easily played! Females are far too clever, and far too beautiful for that matter, to waste too much time on them. Still, the petite green enjoys teasing the boys, and will never hesitate to take another lady under her wing.
For all that she's an amicable green, she does have her odd mood. Her rider will find her quite a needy creature. Beneath all her flirtations, and all her desires to impress others with her songs, she does not like being without attention. While she doesn't need to be the center of attention all the time, she at least likes someone -- or maybe a few someones -- to recognize her for what she's worth. While her need for affirmation from her rider and clutchmates might seem cute as a hatchling, she may need help finding her own inner strength as she grows, as no dragon can receive constant praise or support. She also has a tendency to be insecure. While she is accustomed to others fawning over her, it's when they look away, or stop doing so, that this green suddenly wonders -- is she pretty enough? Is she talented enough? Add any amount of criticism and this green can become quite uncertain.
And oh, Faranth forbid a rival -- or even a friend -- start stealing the show around her. Oh, Seirath can get quite jealous. If someone gets a fancy gift, she will quietly, secretly, seethe and desire her own fancy trinket. If someone gets praise for some maneuver, she will try to do something twice as flashy, so she might also get praised too. Oh, Seirath likes to claim she can share the limelight... but the reality is she can't stand to be overshadowed.
She might not like her jealous streak, but it's there all the same, just waiting to get her and her rider in trouble. If her rider can't keep Seirath's jealousy in line, they might well be taken for quite the ride all in the name of need.
Seirath is truly a ladies green. While she absolutely loves enrapturing the men -- and you can be sure she'll have a line of them waiting to do her bidding -- she most enjoys dashing their hopes and dreams. She will let herself be flown by them, but much prefers the company of her beautiful greens. Men are fun and games, but a lady is forever.
She is also quite melodious for a dragon. Her vocalizations -- creels, bugles, hums, trills, and croons -- are surprisingly on key. They're expressive, and usually pleasing to the ear. She is friends with Kiemeth as a swimming partner, and she and Loreleth sing sweet music together.
Green Seirath Written by Masterharper Colored by smolderingskies
Origin of Name: Seirath comes from the emytology of the actual word, Siren. It's thought that the name siren comes from either seirá "rope, cord", or eírō "to tie, join, fasten", as Sirens are known to entangle and ensnare their victims with music.
Inspiration: This dragon is based on the Siren. While it might not be a stereotypical monster, its influence can be found in many modern fantasies. Merfolk and harpies are both thought to be closely related to the siren. In Greek mythology they were considered part women and part bird, with their beautiful voices luring their victims; in Roman mythology they were thought to have ties to the sea. As the myth continued over the years, it was thought both their voices and their bodies were able to enrapture their victims.
Sirens often take the form of a woman, who lure sailors to them with their enchanting voices. Once enraptured, the sirens kill their victim, and destroy their ships.
According to modern stories, Sirens can read their victims mind, and take on the form of an ideal lover.
If a siren fails to lure their victim through song, they will kill themselves.
Personality: The first thing someone notices about Seirath is just how lovely she happens to be. The second thing someone notices about Seirath is her voice! While other dragons might honk and bellow and trumpet, this green dragon always knows how to hit a perfectly pleasing pitch. Her trumpets are golden and smooth, her trills never sharp or flat. While she can't exactly sing, for a dragon, she has quite the voice. Seirath also seems to know how to put feeling in her vocals -- when she bugles in triumph, you can tell she's joyous; and when she keens in sorrow, those around her might well wish to weep.
She is a very expressive dragon. Her eyes will always display what she's feeling, and her body language will mimic such a thing. When she's happy she might all but bounce around her rider; when she's looking to flirt -- and when isn't she looking to flirt -- she'll be sure to move with all the grace she was gifted with. It isn't difficult to read what Seirath wants... but good luck keeping her interested.
This green is difficult to please. She is a flirt, and she will flirt with just about anyone and anything. She especially enjoys flirting with the boys, making them squirm, and then laughing at their ridiculousness. Honestly, Seirath might actually look down upon the males of the world -- it's not that she thinks less of them, they just are so easily played! Females are far too clever, and far too beautiful for that matter, to waste too much time on them. Still, the petite green enjoys teasing the boys, and will never hesitate to take another lady under her wing.
For all that she's an amicable green, she does have her odd mood. Her rider will find her quite a needy creature. Beneath all her flirtations, and all her desires to impress others with her songs, she does not like being without attention. While she doesn't need to be the center of attention all the time, she at least likes someone -- or maybe a few someones -- to recognize her for what she's worth. While her need for affirmation from her rider and clutchmates might seem cute as a hatchling, she may need help finding her own inner strength as she grows, as no dragon can receive constant praise or support. She also has a tendency to be insecure. While she is accustomed to others fawning over her, it's when they look away, or stop doing so, that this green suddenly wonders -- is she pretty enough? Is she talented enough? Add any amount of criticism and this green can become quite uncertain.
And oh, Faranth forbid a rival -- or even a friend -- start stealing the show around her. Oh, Seirath can get quite jealous. If someone gets a fancy gift, she will quietly, secretly, seethe and desire her own fancy trinket. If someone gets praise for some maneuver, she will try to do something twice as flashy, so she might also get praised too. Oh, Seirath likes to claim she can share the limelight... but the reality is she can't stand to be overshadowed.
She might not like her jealous streak, but it's there all the same, just waiting to get her and her rider in trouble. If her rider can't keep Seirath's jealousy in line, they might well be taken for quite the ride all in the name of need.
Adult Size: 42' Physical Attributes: This green is a beautiful specimen -- she's neither overly muscled, nor under weight. She is sleek in design, and while her wings are, perhaps, a bit longer than some of her kin, it only adds to her delicate beauty. She is swift once in the air, and will be able to dazzle with her aeriel maneuvers. Her stamina is on the shorter side, unfortunately, which tends to make her mating flights short but sweet. Her rider will need to ensure they don't overdue it while fighting thread or in weyrling training -- especially when Seirath wants to show off or turn all eyes on them.
Additional Notes: Seirath is truly a ladies green. While she absolutely loves enrapturing the men -- and you can be sure she'll have a line of them waiting to do her bidding -- she most enjoys dashing their hopes and dreams. She will let herself be flown by them, but much prefers the company of her beautiful greens. Men are fun and games, but a lady is forever.
She is also quite melodious for a dragon. Her vocalizations -- creels, bugles, hums, trills, and croons -- are surprisingly on key. They're expressive, and usually pleasing to the ear. She is friends with Kiemeth as a swimming partner, and she and Loreleth sing sweet music together.
Theme Song:Loreley by Blackmore's Night Why Me? From the beginning, Seirath knew that she wanted a lady... but when she felt Amra's presence, she knew just exactly which lady it was that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Amra, you are Seirath's ideal. A beautiful, powerful, self-actualized woman. She finds her rider endlessly fascinating, and would love to be the singer to go with her lady's dancer. They have so much common ground that it's hard to know where to start, but at the end of the day, it is Amra's strength that Seirath needs so desperately. She would like nothing more than to be the badass she sees in her Impressed, and perhaps one day they'll prove to the world what an incredible match they truly make.
The Zombie This egg seems to take a moment to respond to Amra. It touches back without much force. Meh. It doesn't seem to respond to Amra's request to keep a secret -- it's an egg. Who's it going to tell?
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Goblin Egg
Yes! She needn't ask twice, for the Goblin was ready to play games right here and now. Of course Amra wanted to cause havoc. Didn't she want to get to know the Goblin a little better? The egg called to the locked away child, playfully demanding an answer.
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Angel Egg
As quickly as the Angel's anger had arisen, so too it submerged. Instantly aware that it had alarmed Amra, the egg regarded her with a careful eye. Had she been wounded? It had not meant to hurt her. She might be made of mischief, but she was not malevolent, not like... others. Indeed, it did not care to brag of the shell that was merely its home, for that was the doing of its parents. Not the egg. It would, however, certainly appreciate the dedication required to make a dragonet shine, no doubt.
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Banshee Egg
An aching burst of loneliness so powerful that it might well bring a grown man to his knees sped out from the Banshee, who could not keep the feeling tucked away. There was something more beneath that shell, also, and that was a terrible understanding that someday soon, someone it loved was going to die. It... it just knew. Someone died every day, didn't she know? Oh, it was awful. Awful! The most tragic thing in the world, and there was nothing that Banshee could do to stop it! The egg gave a keen, eerily similar to that of a dragon mourning another's passing.
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Squatted down beside the egg as she was, it wasn't far for Amra to fall to her knees and fall she did. The screaming wail, the crushing pain of loneliness and mourning, that keen that rang in her ears; the day she'd tried to slip out and run away came back to her in a bloody image. Just one, image of an arm bloody and scarred by Thread wove it's way into her mind. The wail of a dragon before it popped between, followed by a similar keen from more dragons than even she could count filled her skull.
Her hand stayed steady on the Banshee, refusing to rock it or move it, lest she draw even more unwanted attention to herself. Fingers stroked it softly though, an attempt to calm the egg's keening wail.
"I promse, for every death there is another life. Not everything ends, not always." Amra knew this absolutely, had felt it deep down in her bones as she had grown up not knowing her own father, barely knowing anyone fully other than her mother. "You're going to see death someday, but it is never the end and your partner will help."
Standing slowly on shaking legs, her head held in her right hand as if to clear it, Amra cast about to make sure she hadn't overstayed at one egg. It would be bad form to be thrown off by an egg and then pulled. Another egg, yes, she'd have to go and find another one, even if she wanted to stay and try and calm the little blue one.
Her hand reached out to steady her when she wobbled and found the smooth shell of The Gargoyle by complete mistake. Luckily she hadn't put any weight to the hand once she'd realized her error, but her hand was still there. Gray eyes looking down she put both hands on the egg.
"My apologies! Your sibling threw me for quite the loop just now. Steady as a rock you are though, thank you for the unintentional help." Amra cursed her luck for nearly falling over. How would she feel if she hurt an egg!?
Calm, calm. Stay good and calm!
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Gargoyle Egg
Who was this invader to its realm? Ah, but she had apologized for the slight. Perhaps it wasn't quite so offended, after all. If she needed steadying, this was the egg to do the job. Kindly sit, if you are about to fall.
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The Hunter
The egg would regard Amra and there would be a mix of fire and ice. A tickle of approval for the girl's strength and keen mind -- but also a slight wave of disgust and concern. Amra is not the hero she could be... not the hero she should be. Perhaps someday she'll find a better way.
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The Ghoul
HE LEFT ME! He left without me saying so! He left, he left, he left, HE LEFT! How terribly wretched of him! I DIDN'T SAY COULD GO! I DIDN'T SAY HE COULD GO! THAT MONSTER LEFT ME WHEN I TOLD HIM TO WAIT! Poor Amra would be told the sob-story from the egg who didn't seem to be paying a lick of attention to the going-ons around it. All it knew was it was hungry, and angry, and some bad Candidate had left it before giving it its proper due! ALL IT HAD WANTED WAS FOR IT TO WAIT!!! Life was hard for the little egg and all it wanted was some comfort. Could Amra give it?
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The Ghoul
The pleasure that radiate off the egg at each image only grew and grew. It was so nice. It all looked wonderful. Though the Ghoul did not wish for the other to go -- it would release her from its demands. But maybe they would come back and share some more later?
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Vampire Egg
Indeed? And did she often find herself coming before another in such a state? How very rude. But at least she had acknowledged her mistake. Hmmph. It would deign to address her. The slight irritation the egg was feeling quickly shifted to pleasure as it basked slightly under her admiration. It appreciated the compliment, to be sure.
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The Mummy
The egg would stare at Amra and give a dismissive snort. It likes what it likes and wants what it wants and there are few here that are worth its time. Nobody asked this egg if it wanted to be here. Now do move along.
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The Mummy
It would get smacked.... and for just a moment, the being in the egg would start. There was a flash of surprise, fear, and . . . pain. It had never hurt within the egg. It had been safe, comfortable, and happy and it had only grown irritable by all the strangers touching it, and forcing their thoughts and wills and desires on it. And now -- it hurt, and it was angry.
How. Dare. She.
The thought grew louder, more angry, more panicke. HOW DARE SHE SMACK IT! HOW DARE SHE HURT IT!!!! All Candidates, Candidatemasters, Talela, and Vimiath can hear this
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THIS ONE HURT IT! THIS ONE HURT IT!! MOMMA! MOMMA!!!!!!!! THIS ONE HURT IT!! HOW DARE SHE! MOMMA!!!! IT HURT! IT HURT! IT HURT!!
The egg would rock and wobble and shake. It would hiss and screech in anger, and it would keen from its "wound" and offense.
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Barely getting her response from the Mummy at all before it started to howl in indignation at the girl beside her, Amra hadn't been paying enough attention to her to have even noticed that she could arouse such a response in an egg. Now she would pay for her foolishness by being insulted by the one boy on the sands she actually hadn't been overly concerned with as he seemed a decent sort. Kambri would pay for that comment but he was already gone, so Akaris became the entire center of the anger boiling over inside of her.
"It started it? An egg upset you so much that you intentionally sparked this response and you're going to claim that the small, yet unborn, child inside of it started it?! You are a fool who deserves whatever punishment you recieve for your complete incompetence. What you bring down on us all rests on your own head, whether you understand that now or not, I promise you will in the future." Standing to look down at her, gray eyes burning with an anger so hot that her little fire lizard flashed her feelings of confusion and alarm in response, Amra scoffed at Akaris and placed her hand once more on the egg before her.
"Not all are like her, pick your future partner well."
With that she walked away and let the realization that she'd drawn even further attention to herself sink in. A shudder passed through her as she realized with Vimiath and Talela still on the sands there was no place safe for her to be unnoticed any longer and her words to the other girl had likely caused some anger. Luckily she'd had just enough self restraint not to say her name and draw that sort of attention.
Stopping short and heaving a sigh, she turned back to the grouping of eggs and placed her hand on The Siren. Just because some had added drama to this particular display did not at all mean that she had to stop trying in her endeavors to find a future partner and the beautiful rainbow on the egg drew her in.
"Hello there, you are a most inspiring egg." to her horror her voice shook a bit as the last remnants of anger left her, "Your beauty is quite something, I'm sure you'l find a wonderful partner."
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Vimiath and Talela
Her mind was one with her dragon’s, so Talela knew instantly just what kind of danger Akaris was in. At the terrible shriek of the red egg, Vimiath’s eyes darkened with raging shades that matched and surpassed those of her child’s shell. The dragon reacted instinctively, a thundering snarl erupting from her throat as she whirled to end the threat to her egg. In that moment, the sweet and sensual creature that was Vimiath was gone. In her place was… a monster.
Talela flung herself at Vimiath, both physically and mentally, desperate to stop what was coming. Even as her body was knocked back by the dragon’s barreling hip, her will clung to Vimiath’s, dragging it down like a heavy weight. There was no time for words. Only a silent scream.
The dragon froze, the entire length of her serpentine body going rigid. Her jaws were cast wide, dagger-like teeth creating a glistening cage of judgement around Akaris’s head and shoulders. The white blades had pierced the girl’s clothing and now pressed against her skin, but had not drawn blood. Ever so slowly, Vimiath relaxed her maw, her eyes whirling a confused array of gray, red and yellow, and she leaned back to stare at the girl she had almost… almost…
I… My child… Talela…? Dearest?
And, quite suddenly, the queen forgot both girl and egg. She went to her fallen rider, who lay very still on the sand.
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No response, not that she deserved it with her outburst. A heavy sigh pulled from her lips as Amra stood once more. About to leave the sands herself anyway, she'd had enough and meant fully to talk to Master A'ral to apologize for her beheavior over the incident with the Mummy, a flurry of images smashed into her head. Whirlwind shrieked as he appeared and wrapped himself around her neck suddenly as all the images and feelings indicated only one thing: DUCK!
Dancer's training coming into play, the young woman dropped to her back, knees bent and careful to not smush her beloved fire lizard. A giant golden tail swept the air she'd just occupied. If she had been left standing there... Amra ran a hand over the small brown back wrapped tightly to her throat and lifted her head to see if any other parts of a dragon were nearby to wallop her.
Gray eyes took in a form, prone on the ground, and many a teenager and healer running towards it. As if an untrained teenager could do anything? Rising carefully off the sands as A'ral words met her ears, she cast a glance back towards the fallen queen rider and heeded the words. Her head throbbed with a full on ache, so many things had slid sideways during this Touching and while maybe a few good bonds had been made, was it worth it? Amra wasn't sure, but she certainly hoped for the best despite herself.
From Seirath's Point of View
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The Siren
The presence beneath Rio's hand preened. Why yes, it was indeed the most fetching of all! How clever of him to notice. The egg, delighted by the attention, and by the most appropriate praise, gave a little playful dance beneath his hand.
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Siren Egg
Why hello, came the delighted voice, as the Siren felt the touch of that most excellent lady upon its egg. Please do tell, it seemed to ask. It knew a thing or two about besotting others. Perhaps Jacquol might be its first conquest? It was a gorgeous egg. Do, please, admire away.
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Oh yes, the Siren gloated. Another lovely lady for its collection. Why yes, yes, it was quite a lovely egg! And indeed, it was good to meet her as well. The Siren had been waiting to be adored like this.
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As Jacquol vanished, the Siren seemed to give a peal of melodic laughter. A lady after its own heart. How charming!
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What a lovely girl! The Siren was pleased as punch to make her acquaintance. Come now, dear, sit. Bask in the Siren's beauty, for it was a gorgeous egg, was it not? Take a moment to rest beside it, and give it the attention it so richly deserves.
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How delightful! It was quite pleased at her choice. A light, lyrical laugh filled the air, or seemed to, and the Siren dipped further into its egg. Lovely to have company, and from such a darling girl.
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Not from you, silly boy! But it was rather fond of attention, and he would certainly do in a trice. Sit down by the Siren and tell it of your woes. It was quite curious to know what had brought him here.
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Serfie. Darling! Come sing with the Siren, for it had such lovely songs to share. No one had tried it yet, but it was curious. Might they not play together so?
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Pure, unadulterated delight swept through the egg. Yes, it would be most fun to take on adventures. They could swim through the most fabulous of seas, fly to the farthest reaches! Admired all the way.
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Let it not be said that the Siren could not be flattered. Oh? it thought warmly. How positively kind of him to notice. It gave the distinct sense of fluttering as of a fan.
What was Black Sands?
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Yes, yes, such a shame. Hmm. The Siren could not calm its fears, but the egg began to sing, a haunting tune that cut through the piercing cries. Evidently it was trying to help to calm its sibling down. When that didn't seem to work, however, it went back to the conversation that had been interrupted. Perhaps it might like to go to such a place one day, to be among other beautiful things.
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A hint of interest met the girl's touch. Yes, do come here, dear, that the Siren might have a better look at you! Come, bask in the Siren's presence. Take a load off.
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Hello, dearie! The Siren had been hoping for another visitor, and such a lovely young lady, too! Don't be alarmed by the Siren's siblings. They are, after all, only still in their eggs. Now, please tell it all about yourself.
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The egg gave the impression of a giggle, listening to her thoughts about boys, about the sky, about everything. Oh, to be out where it could be enjoying life to the fullest. Siiiiiiigh~ <3
But maybe not with boys. It wanted to spend some more time with girls, instead. Boys were nice and all, but girls were even better.
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The infant within the shell practically preened at Damon's words. Why yes, it would be one of Pern's very best! How kind of him to notice the Siren. But who wouldn't notice the Siren, after all? Who was this gentle soul who knew a quality egg when he saw one?
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Interest lit through the Siren. It loved music. It could even make some of its own. Listen! And the Siren began to weave its eerily beautiful melody once more.
Not at all. The Siren did not mind welcoming those who had been set adrift.
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Hello, the Siren said melodiously. There was no reason to be nervous, to be frightened. Come closer, child. This was the Siren's egg, and there was nothing to fear here. Nothing but the Siren. And why fear it?
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Yes, the Siren was calm. It greeted him, contemplating what it saw within the young man. He was... sweet, bright, kind. Cheerful. Not one of its lovely ladies, alas, but still not bad company.
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Come, dance with me, the Siren told Shahera, noting how she had moved across the sands. It wanted to know more of this dancer, and why she always played games.
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Now here was a young gentleman. Hello, sang the Siren. He was not to worry. It had no intention of taking his thoughts personally, and certainly appreciated the apology. Not to mention that he had the good taste to recognize its beauty. Come, stay with the Siren for just a moment and forget your troubles.
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Why yes, dear boy, the Siren was quite beautiful. Bask in its splendor. It wanted to be admired, and he was doing such a good job. His response pleased the egg, to be sure.
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Did she want to sing with the Siren? It was ever so pleased to see her. Do come and sit with the Siren. There was nothing to be afraid of, dear one. Just the Siren and the song.
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The egg was in a state of stunned silence, quite rare for the Siren. Then, softly, it began to cry. Everything was happening all at once, and the Siren wasn't ready. It leaned into Ayla with the full force of an infant dragonet.
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The Siren Egg, wanting some attention of its own, began to wiggle. Softly at first, but then a little bit more vehemently. A beautiful hum emanated from the lovely egg, soft notes climbing upward in a crescendo.
Who among the watchers watched it? Did not someone among those on the Sands want to see the Siren? A note of petulance joined that glorious spiral of sound, surprising sour.
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Blundarth's voice brought the little Siren egg into focus, and it trilled the most entrancing tune for its father. Then, in the sweetest melody, the dragonet sliced its shell with one dainty claw. Through the crack created by that tiny effort, a lovely little Green dragonet emerged. When she saw the chaos that her brother was swiftly doling out, she gave a chirp of amusement. But this was her audience, surely, not his! For shame.
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Humming, a song that twisted up differently, more beautiful and horrible at the same time than any she'd heard from another dragon filled Amra's ears. Drawing her eyes from the bronze to the glistening rainbow shell of the only egg that hadn't even bothered to give her so much as a slighting dismissal like the zombie egg had, she wondered what the hatchling must think of it's sibling strutting around. When the shell was slit and the beautiful green dragonet that stepped out made her heart nearly stop.
But chaos was ensuing to her right as the Demon dolled out vicious attacks to one Candidate who's name she drug up in the bloody terrifying moment as Dolmar. Though she made no effort to back away from the bronze she did feel enough fear to force herself to stop. Clear thoughts, clear mind. No strong emotions if she could help it!
Turning back to the little green Siren once more she felt her heart beat faster. Greens were small but beautiful female dragons and she could respect this one's need to draw the eye in her direction. Maybe it was because it was the first hatchling she stood a chance to Impress, but she was truly lovely.
Eyes should be drawn towards your beauty. she thought towards the dragon and let a rare smile tug at her lips.
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Mother, came the sweet voice of the as yet unImpressed Green Siren. Are you lost, mama? For this was the Siren's stage - although she would, of course, share it with mother dearest. The baby sent her mother a well of fondness, before turning from the carnage to seek a dance partner of her own. First she sniffed delicately at the boys, trying to decide if one of them would be her accompanist.
... And then she heard a voice. It was coming from... somewhere else.
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Don't spend another moment looking at those ghastly boys, Amramine! How dreadful that this was all happening when the focus should have been on her! Her brother could be such a brute sometimes, couldn't he? The little Green had at last found the source of that lovely remark. I am beautiful. Say it again for your Seirath! Humming softly, the dragonet nudged Amra's white robe with all of the grace of a grand lady. She'd waited such a long time to be noticed. How lovely of Hers to be the one clever enough to see what a wonderful Green she was. Turning adoring rainbow eyes upon her chosen, she awaited a proper response.
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Rainbow met her eyes and she nearly shook with excitement that overtook her, excitement that came from somewhere deep down that she hadn't known she even possessed. Suddenly she heard a voice, beautiful and perfect as a bell, it was everything she had within her soul at that moment not to sink to the ground when she realized the voice was hers, only and forever hers!
One large hand reached down and ran slowly along the muzzle up to the small knobs at the back of the little wedged head and reveled in the soft skin and the beauty that she could not tear herself from. Dropping to one knee finally and looking into the eyes of her beautiful lifemate, Amra let a laugh pull from her and the smile that split her normally emotionless face shown with all the brightness she felt within her own heart. Seirath responded by laughing herself and swirling her eyes to a brilliant purple color as her small body moved fluidly around Amra's. Though not at all large she was able to move as gracefully as any dragon that the tall young woman had ever seen and certainly she was beautiful!
Specklings of freckles danced across her face and with the dark wings she sported and spiraling markings on her tail she was something to behold. Certainly she would shine brighter and brighter everyday now!
Yes! None shall shine brighter in the sunlight than we two!
"Oh beautiful Seirath, I have no doubt." There was no need for her to express just how overjoyed she was, for it seemed that her wonderful dragon knew just what she was feeling! "Shall we go fill up that pale stomach of yours and see to your needs?"
Far be it for someone to say that she didn't soak up her Master's teachings! Amra knew that Seirath needed both food and oiling quickly, for she had only just hatched and would soon itch from the rough and soon to grow skin. She would never allow her beautiful green dragon to be so inconvenienced by itchiness on their first evening together, such things were just not acceptable!
Something to eat would be lovely, where to mine?
If Amra's heart leapt at a dragon reffering to her as 'mine' she tried her best to keep it to herself and stood as gracefully as her shaking body could manage. Later, once in her own mind and calmer she would most likely laugh at the attempts she made to be as graceful as her dainty dragon, but for now she was already soaring, if only in her heart.
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Amra of Green Seirath HP: 21 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: 8 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 3 Pain Resilience: 2 Instinct: 3 Luck: 4
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Western Weyr 3574.04.08 Whisper x Whirlwind 7 Eggs 0 gold / 2 bronzes / 0 brown / 3 blues / 2 greens Remedy :: Western Weyr :: Played by houllow Bough :: Western Weyr :: Played by SilverLutz Etan :: Western Weyr :: Played by Hattaki Lolo :: Western Weyr :: Played by Hattaki Wergild :: Western Weyr :: Played by magnadearel Whisper :: High Reaches Weyr :: Played by SindersPath NPC Green 1 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by Uta
Traveling Caravan 3573.13.24 Rapscallion x Anguish 9 Eggs 0 gold / 0 bronze / 2 browns / 1 blue / 5 greens NPC Brown 1 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by DruidTigeress NPC Brown 2 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by Z o m b i k ii Ripple :: Western Weyr :: Played by Hattaki Aria :: Western Weyr :: Played by SilverLutz Whisper :: Western Weyr :: Played by Hattaki NPC Green 1 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by Dea and #Teddy# NPC Green 2 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by DruidTigeress NPC Green 3:: Unknown Weyr :: Played by Sinders Path NPC Green 4 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by SkieBorne
Western Weyr 3576.1.31 Sunshine x Anguish 5 Eggs 0 gold / 0 bronze / 0 browns / 2 blues / 3 greens NPC Blue 1 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by Hattaki NPC Blue 2 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by Tsunake NPC Green1 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by SilverLutz NPC Green 2 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by Meepfur NPC Green 3 :: Unknown Weyr :: Played by demon_pachabel
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Name: Etansi Age: 18 Nameday: 3559.12.8 - Assumed Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Confused Craft: Thief Rank: Candidate Location: Western Voice:X ~ Zendaya Song:Speech to Akhaten ~ The Rings of Akhaten/Doctor Who Physical Description: A heart shaped face, large dark brown eyes, and gently sloped brows draw attention to her looks that aid in her general thieving but often anger her beloved twin. The deep color of her skin and long dark hair she has braided into thick cords down her back give her a wild look that she happily cultivates for her own nefarious purposes. That braided hair is the only part of her that she does her best to care for, even going so far as to find a source of water to wash it with when it begins to resemble a tangle of vines.
Average of height and only just growing into the adult body she will someday inhabit, she lived on the fringes of society for so long that she is not much more than a bony wraith of a girl. The short time spent actually indulging in food did nothing to add to her frame, but nature had a way of doing that in areas without her consent anyway. Etansi's beauty is only growing with each day, even if she detests it she finds it useful.
Personality: This girl is very much a product of the darker sides of Pern, a teenager shaped by neglect and loss that unwittingly became both intensely overprotective and dangerously co-dependent upon the only person that stayed in her life. Only now is she growing enough to understand that these were issues, where once before she had no concept of how her emotions and her own feelings were being shoved down past the armor she had built to protect herself more than her twin brother. Her understanding of why it was and how it was built was something that she stayed rather oblivious to for turns because she never needed any explanation for it, she had to be strong for her twin and so she was, she had to be a shield for the kinder side of him and so she squashed the kinder side of herself that existed down under layers of what she thought was anger. With the help of a small golden dragon and having her brother Impress, thereby breaking the co-dependency by separating them more than they had been, only now is Etansi starting to realize that the feelings she’d thought herself devoid of are still there. Though it will take time to access them all she’s taking her first cautious steps forward to see herself as something other than just a tool for her brother and accept that she can’t become a tool for someone else either.
Much of this issue stems from her taking the entire world upon her own shoulders and making it her problem. Her mother leaving? That was her fault, she should have seen it to stop it. Ma Loa dying? Well how had she missed her being so sick and if she’d been smarter and more observant she could have stopped it, also her fault. Radfel and Erastan fighting that resulted in them being thrown out? Should have thrown herself between them when she saw it coming and let herself get hurt since it was her own fault anyway that it started right? Every problem that life has thrown at her she believes wholeheartedly are her own doing and that she should be punished for being unable to overcome them, never once has she blamed anyone else or been kinder to herself for things out of her control. If she could take the entire world’s issues onto her shoulders as an option she might, but generally it was reserved for anything that happened to her twin and stems from her overprotective nature that she hides behind her gruff exterior. Truly, if there were any that were willing to break through to her like Khamaith had they would find the same level of protection she gives to Erastan extended to them as well, for there aren’t many she thinks would want to be around her. Before she would have shut them out, but training has taught her that she cannot shut the world out or things will always stay the same. It has been proven to her recently that there ARE those willing to reach her, but she’s hesitant and disbelieving still that they won’t leave her, so her battle is against herself as she can be impatient both inwardly and outwardly towards others that don’t move quickly enough for her own needs and it isn't their fault that they don't.
While she speaks haltingly she is nothing if not intelligent and because she had to learn very hard lessons very early Etansi can learn on the fly and adapt to most situations if given the right incentive. In the past it was the desire to keep Erastan safe and hunger that drove her, now it’s the need to learn so that she might stay within the Weyr that did not send her out after her foolish behavior (not that there was any real danger of that). Plans come to her quickly and instincts can take over where she’s lacking in knowledge, driving her faster towards her goals, for she never wants to simply sit back and let life take it’s time. Life is hard, so she must be strong to protect the things that she cares about. Life is cruel, so she has to appreciate what she can in the small moments of quiet it gives her. Thanks to her bond with her two fire lizards she’s come to understand what it means to be a bit kinder and have to care for something that might leave at any time and as she adapts to this at least it’s helped her co-dependency a bit to know that she can’t always be there to protect them or indeed anyone else. There might be those that need to protect her though, as she is easily distracted by anything shiny and of value but has very little care for allowing it to stay with it's original owner! In fact her hands will often move before she realizes it and suddenly she's acquired the knife or necklace or other valuable belonging, a skill that helped she and her brother eat in the past. Since coming to Western she's tried to curb these tendencies lest she be caught with various degrees of success.
Life was not kind to her. Etansi and her twin brother knew nothing but pain and strife for many years of their young lives until they finally reached the Weyr, though in Pern that was never so uncommon. The twin children of a woman that whispers and lies followed like breath dancing behind her in the cold and there was never a time that she thought her children were worthy enough to know, at least as far as Etansi could feel about it. Beside the fact the woman was a horrible and neglected her children she left them with a lack of understanding about how they even came into the world. No father that they knew of, or even that they must in fact have one biologically, neither had enough information to care to ask what had become of the man. Did it even matter to them?
Their mother, beautiful if aged, drug a parade of men through the pitiful excuse for a home they'd been living in. Neither care nor desire roused her to feed them more than was necessary for them to survive through long months of cold. This nature of hers lead to the pair becoming more wild than civilized and in no time at all Etansi and Erastan were spending time with the camp canines, living and eating together with them the two even slept with them and were spared from any tunnelsnake attacks or in fact any other animals that might harm them. Food was the only thing that they could offer the canines and for scraps and bones the animals returned their love.
Nine long years their life was this way, never knowing that it could be any other way they rarely complained, though they barely spoke. Everything would shatter soon enough. Dawn broke one morning to an attractive young teenager that claimed he sought his mother, a claim that their mother's manipulative ways instantly responded to. His fine belongings had her embracing the youngster with mock tears in her eyes and a love love that Etansi knew she'd never seen before nor ever would in the future. Somehow she ingratiated herself to the teen and though she attempted to take them with her, rebuffed that there was no more room than for two, their mother left their lives. Any promise she made fell on the deaf ears of her daughter whose eyes hardened slightly more that day.
For her brother, her twin and other half, Etansi waited, whittling away the months that lead towards winter with nothing to show for it but the further protruding of the ribs she'd come to know so well. If it weren't for her brother she would have left, if it weren't for his love she would have died. On her own one day, cold waking her to bones that physically ached, Etansi found an old man willing to teach them how to make traps and build a fire, though she was more than aware that it was only from pity rather than any sort of kindness. As winter blew in they did what they could to survive, berries and roots could only hold them over for so long though and eventually theft became commonplace for them, food here and supplies there. Always small and scattered they did their best to spread the pain to members of the camp as well as travelers and traders that passed through, the scrawny children were caught from time to time but though punishment could be fierce it was always dolled out with the knowledge that they were members of the rag-tag camp and starved just like everyone else there. Etansi tried to take the worst of the blows onto herself, offering before the punishment could so much as be metted, though it only worked occasionally she was able to save her beloved twin some pain and every time he was hit she blamed herself and held onto the anger.
When a large caravan rolled through the camp the twins plotted to track it, following through the shadows and trees as it wound through the forest before settling that night. Knowing that it would be foolish to strike while the sun was up instead of during the darkest hours when few guards were able to keep heavy eyes open, the twins executed their plan when the longest hours of the night stretched out and were not at all disappointed. The haul was good, many fine quality items traveled in the bags and crates the caravan held but things were destined to fall apart. Tempted by a knife her brother betrayed his position with his shadow, crackling embers dancing about him as the wind blew foul and screams filled the dark night before Etansi could stop them. Breaking cover she darted towards him, hoping to grab him before anyone else and watched in horror as he was scruffed by an older man, drug up from his feet and held tight. Violence flared in her mind and she fought with everything she had to no avail, anger spitting from her, bony arms and legs punching and kicking for freedom from what was sure to be their deaths. It was obvious, she thought, that they were no threat to any of the well armed men and women of the caravan, at least until their valuables spilled from the ragged bags the two carried with them.
Discussions of life, death, or punishment of the most extreme types happened right in front of them and after some time silence finally filled the dark camp. A large woman, the Matriarch and owner of said caravan as it would turn out, named Ma Loa rose from her spot and turning her fire filled eyes onto them drug them into the first hug either had ever received from someone other than their twin. Etansi was at a loss, her emaciated body could not possibly be worth hugging and yet this old woman was showing her kindness, it must have been a trick! The girl struggled until she was ordered cleaned and clothed, only then did she fall into silence and confusion, large brown eyes staring from her thin face in awe. Once she was fed, making certain that Erastan ate before she so much as even attempted to swallow anything, and their story told to the matron it was laid before them to join. Would they accept?
There was no question even needed.
Adjustments were however, neither had grown up around children their own age before and Etansi in particular showed no interest in them, viewing them as spoiled and fortunate to have had easy lives in the caravan. The draw of a community other than starving individuals that cared only for self pursuits did attract her however and she did her best to tow the line Ma Loa had handed to her. The widowed woman took them as her own responsibility, having only grown children of her own, and the rest of the caravan was not entirely quiet about their disapproval for the small thieves that came to join them. Shadows moving might always be them and the pair stole as they saw fit, for Etansi it was always something shiny or sharp that drew her in and she was rarely caught as often as Erastan. Pity could only stretch so far but none dared say or do anything with Ma Loa to contend with.
Education was their next course from her, taught to read and write so that they might join their fellow humans for the first time in over a decade of living lives not fit to an animal. She was everything to Etansi. Learning the finer points of cursing, cooking and spitting from her beloved mother figure, and she did indeed believe she was more of a mother figure than the sorry excuse for one they'd been born to, she developed quickly and flourished greatly under the woman's care. So it was that her heart was ripped from her chest when an infection of Ma Loa's own chest took her life. No healer on the road, Etansi's tears knew no end when the time finally came and she hated herself more every day for her weakness and love, turning only to Erastan with her grief.
Passed to the hands of Ma Loa's eldest son, adopted in words and not actions, she became darker in mind and hatred filled her when the reality of their community came crashing around her naive ears. The kindness she had once felt dissipated as quickly as it had come into her life and Etansi grit her teeth against the treatment they received from Radfel, Ma Loa's grandson. Etansi was no one's slave and certainly not that of a boy barely older than herself, but a slave she became to stay alive within the caravan. Erastan sought to fight Radfel when the opportunity arose but Etansi simply sat back and seethed, remembering everything and forgiving no one. It came as no great surprise to her when Radfel's attentions became more pointed and she had a plan to end such treatment that ended abruptly the day her brother attacked him. Before she could try and get between them, try to stop them even if it cost her a few blows, a rock fell into her brother's hand and their tenure with the caravan ended in tragedy.
Radfel would never be the same and Rivercrest became their new home when the group passed it. Nothing needed saying when they reached it, the twins simply disappeared into the Hold like the ghosts they had once been so long ago and yet not very long ago at all. In no time they were back to their previous state, stealing and conning anyone that came their way with even the smallest amount of fortune to their name. Rivercrest turned out to be much different than the sullen and wild camp though and food was never so far away from them as it had been when they had nearly starved in the wilds of Pern. Once or twice they did find true work, paying work with more honest ends than their thefts had ever had.
On the streets of Rivercrest they met her, the gold rider that came asking for directions and made herself their next easy mark. Etansi planned to distract her long enough for Erastan to relieve her of any valuables, neither knowing how the minds of riders and dragons worked. To her horror the gold dragon appeared behind Erastan and she broke from her kind character to run to his side, escape screaming in her mind, but it was not to be. Somehow the rider had known and she could not suppress her grin when she looked at the twins and told them of their potential, of her own twin. Would they join Western Weyr, would they come to stand before another golden queen and attempt to Impress one of her clutch? Or would they stay in Rivercrest, living on the fringes yet still, even if food came easier. The promise of food and shelter made their answer even easier than the question that was posed.
And so it was that Etansi went from a wild child to a Candidate of Western Weyr in only fifteen long and dark Turns.
On their very first attempt at standing for a Hatching Etansi's worst nightmare came true when Erastan Impressed to a shy blue and in her mind left her just the way their mother had. When he turned his back to choose his dragon it felt as if he left her alone and shattered her to pieces as she realized that she no longer had him in her life. With the gentle reassurance of a newly hatched golden dragon she felt a part of her break and she ran from the sands to the water in an attempt to hide her onrush of emotion, only to be spooked by a green she'd never met and the attempted kindness of a fellow Candidate. After hearing the beckoning of her Candidatemaster's dragon Zinath she ran to the dragon and buried her face against her as the green blocked her from view, hiding the shame that she was slowly drowning in.
Since then she's begun to actually make friends, very few in number, but growing as she grows herself. Each one of her friends is just as important to her as family is, as they're her new family around the Weyr she lives in and she'd do anything to keep them safe. With luck, one became a dragon rider, on a blue just like her brother even if that friend and her brother dislike one another. The others, at least she figures she can use herself as a shield if they need her.
Name: Quinineth Age: 6 mos Color: White Size: 27' Voice:X ~ Galahad/Kingsman Song:Manners Maketh Man ~ Kingsman Physical Description: This tiny white has BIG wings! Yes, huuuge. So big. In fact, they make up more than half of his size. ... Admittedly, his size is pretty smol. While he may be small he is mighty with those wings and he's stunning when they're spread wide. Gentle hints of rainbow dance down his wings and when the light catches them correctly they can be dazzling with his glittery speckled markings. The tip of his nose and both of his front feet are just a bit darker white than the rest of him and pop against his otherwise ghostly hide. Personality: Oh dear, did Quinineth offend you? Why, he certainly meant nothing by it, of course. Please don't mistake him, he was being quite sincere, but in the most genteel manner imaginable. Surely this is all just a misunderstanding! It will be terribly difficult for Quinineth when he puts his foot in it, and he will, because he's very to the point for being so formal and mannerly. It's just that he couldn't bear if anyone thought that he wasn't being genuine. He means well, he truly does, it's just that sometimes a well meaning word goes awry... and it's Quinineth to blame, of course. He does take such faux paus ever so seriously, and will punish himself quite thoroughly if he steps a foot out of line.
He is painfully honorable, to a fault. It's not that he means to be so buttoned up, it's just the way he is. He'll always volunteer himself for any duty that comes his way, and his future Wingleader need never fear that they'll be without eager tribute, for Quinineth is the embodiment of that very thing. The white dragon considers it one of the most important things in the world to do his duty, and to do it well. Performing admirably is his life's purpose. That leaves him with little time for the type of socialization he might prefer, if only he had the chance. For indeed he does adore the finer things in life... parties among them.
It is quite impossible, however, to fulfill one's destiny while luxuriating in everything that Pern has to offer, so Quinineth will suffer the afflicted life of a true nonpareil... outside of the limelight. By doing so, he can assure himself that whenever anyone needs him, he will be there. It does impede his social life, and truly, he does grieve at that, but one must make sacrifices! For Queens and Western! And doing all of that is ever so exhausting for the poor dear, so if he pushes himself beyond his limits it will be up to his rider to rein him back in. As kindly as his actions are meant, he can be overbearing and interfering at the best of times, bless him. At the worst, well... let's just say that there are reasons why dragons are able to go between. Quinineth might just be one of them.
Although he struggles to let loose, Quinineth nevertheless does enjoy the company of others. He is happiest when surrounded by his closest friends, and bless those enduring souls who can tolerate his interference! Those who do let Quinineth in will find him the truest of friends, and for all that he tends to give everything he has, he won't expect that behavior from anyone but himself. In his hearts, he would love nothing more than to be valued for the peculiar little creature that he is. Perhaps loved, even, though he knows it to be a tall order indeed.
White Quinineth Written by Mr Cheri Colored by Mr Cheri
Origin of Name: From quinine, an old medication once used for the treatment of malaria. Gin and tonic was created as a means by which to make the stuff palatable.
Inspiration: Gin and Tonic
A gin and tonic is a highball cocktail made with gin and tonic water poured over a large amount of ice. The ratio of gin to tonic varies according to taste, strength of the gin, other drink mixers being added, etc., with most recipes calling for between a 1:1 to 1:3 ratio. It is usually garnished with a slice or wedge of lime. To preserve effervescence, the tonic can be poured down a bar spoon. The ice cools the gin, dulling the effect of the alcohol in the mouth and making the drink more pleasant to taste.
A gin and tonic with ice and lemon.
In some countries (e.g. UK), gin and tonic is also marketed pre-mixed in single-serving cans. In the United States, most bars use "soda out of a gun that in no way, shape, or form resembles quinine water", according to bartender Dale DeGroff. To get a real gin and tonic, DeGroff recommends specifying bottled tonic. Alternatively, one can add tonic syrup to soda water.
Gin and tonic made with Bombay Sapphire London Dry Gin and Schweppes Indian Tonic, garnished with slices of lime. It is commonly referred to as a "G and T" in the UK, US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and Ireland. In some parts of the world, it is called a "gin tonic" (e.g. in Germany, Italy, France, Japan ( ジン・トニック, phonetically "jin tonikku" ), the Netherlands, Spain, Turkey).
Gin and tonic is traditionally garnished with a slice or wedge of lime, often slightly squeezed into the drink before being placed in the glass. In most parts of the world lime remains the only usual garnish; however, lemon is often used as an alternative fruit. In the United Kingdom, the use of both lemon and lime together is known as an "Evans". Although the origins of the use of lemons are unknown, their use dates back at least as far as the late 1930s. In addition lemons are often more readily available, and cheaper to purchase, than limes. The use of lemon or lime is a debated issue – some leading brands, such as Gordon's, Tanqueray, and Bombay Sapphire, recommend the use of lime in their gin.
The cocktail was introduced by the army of the British East India Company in India. In India and other tropical regions, malaria was a persistent problem. In the 1700s Scottish doctor George Cleghorn studied how quinine, a traditional cure for malaria, could be used to prevent the disease. The quinine was drunk in tonic water, however the bitter taste was unpleasant. British officers in India in the early 19th century took to adding a mixture of water, sugar, lime and gin to the quinine in order to make the drink more palatable, thus gin and tonic was born. Soldiers in India were already given a gin ration, and the sweet concoction made sense. Since it is no longer used as an antimalarial, tonic water today contains much less quinine, is usually sweetened, and is consequently much less bitter.
Gin and tonic is a popular cocktail during the summer. A 2004 study found that after 12 hours, "considerable quantities (500 to 1,000 ml) of tonic water may, for a short period of time, lead to quinine plasma levels at the lower limit of therapeutic efficacy and may, in fact, cause transitory suppression of parasites". This method of consumption of quinine was impractical for malaria prophylaxis, as the amount of drug needed "can not be maintained with even large amounts of tonic". The authors conclude that it is not an effective form of treatment for malaria.
Personality: Oh dear, did Quinineth offend you? Why, he certainly meant nothing by it, of course. Please don't mistake him, he was being quite sincere, but in the most genteel manner imaginable. Surely this is all just a misunderstanding! It will be terribly difficult for Quinineth when he puts his foot in it, and he will, because he's very to the point for being so formal and mannerly. It's just that he couldn't bear if anyone thought that he wasn't being genuine. He means well, he truly does, it's just that sometimes a well meaning word goes awry... and it's Quinineth to blame, of course. He does take such faux paus ever so seriously, and will punish himself quite thoroughly if he steps a foot out of line.
He is painfully honorable, to a fault. It's not that he means to be so buttoned up, it's just the way he is. He'll always volunteer himself for any duty that comes his way, and his future Wingleader need never fear that they'll be without eager tribute, for Quinineth is the embodiment of that very thing. The white dragon considers it one of the most important things in the world to do his duty, and to do it well. Performing admirably is his life's purpose. That leaves him with little time for the type of socialization he might prefer, if only he had the chance. For indeed he does adore the finer things in life... parties among them.
It is quite impossible, however, to fulfill one's destiny while luxuriating in everything that Pern has to offer, so Quinineth will suffer the afflicted life of a true nonpareil... outside of the limelight. By doing so, he can assure himself that whenever anyone needs him, he will be there. It does impede his social life, and truly, he does grieve at that, but one must make sacrifices! For Queens and Western! And doing all of that is ever so exhausting for the poor dear, so if he pushes himself beyond his limits it will be up to his rider to rein him back in. As kindly as his actions are meant, he can be overbearing and interfering at the best of times, bless him. At the worst, well... let's just say that there are reasons why dragons are able to go between. Quinineth might just be one of them.
Although he struggles to let loose, Quinineth nevertheless does enjoy the company of others. He is happiest when surrounded by his closest friends, and bless those enduring souls who can tolerate his interference! Those who do let Quinineth in will find him the truest of friends, and for all that he tends to give everything he has, he won't expect that behavior from anyone but himself. In his hearts, he would love nothing more than to be valued for the peculiar little creature that he is. Perhaps loved, even, though he knows it to be a tall order indeed.
Adult Size: 27' Physical Attributes: This tiny white has BIG wings! Yes, huuuge. So big. In fact, they make up more than half of his size. ... Admittedly, his size is pretty smol.
Additional Notes: Quinineth is more than usually interested in helping and healing others. While he is not personally capable of healing, he is good at listening and trying to cheer others up as he goes along. Quite a long flame for such a very small derg.
Impression Effect: Manners maketh man. Or in this case, woman. Although Etansi had quite a wild life in the past, Quinineth will smooth out all of her rough edges, lending her a refinement than a Lady Holder might envy. She knows instinctively how to respond to any given social situation, and with aplomb! The addition of +10 charisma to boot is merely a side effect of being in the constant presence of such a beauty, no doubt.
Why Me?Etansi reached into Quinineth's hearts and found herself mirrored within them. For all her fierce protectiveness, Etansi has never truly had anyone to take care of her. That will end now, as Erastan can surely rest easy knowing that she is in the best of claws. Etansi will find herself moving much more easily through Weyr life. For Quinineth knows all of the proper protocols by hearts, and is more than happy to guide her through each and every one of them. Ah, but Quinineth does need Etansi powerfully - were it not for her, he would dash himself to pieces trying to be anything and everything to everyone. They augment each other's strengths, and deepen one another's depths. But the best of all is that now Etansi can truly say that she belongs in Western Weyr, and shall always have a home there.
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Erastan ~ Twin Brother - Sinders Path Khamaith ~ Gold Mother - Prism Shine Astriana ~ Best Friend - Dea and #Teddy# Dystzha ~ Good Friend - Prism Shine Sivu ~ Good Friend - Spockat
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Khamaith's Touching
From Etansi's Point of View
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It went without saying that when Master A'ral spoke she listened raptly and steeled herself not to get angry should any of her fellow candidates make a mistake. Given the dragon who had opened her up, who had shown her kindness despite her mistake and had put her on a better path was the mother, she wanted nothing to go wrong. Those two turns felt as though they had barely happened suddenly, like she was back on the sands of that Southern Boll island where a small newly hatched gold had punched a hole into her with kindness. Now she bowed before Khamaith, Baihath and Turoth, the parents of the clutch while a warm feeling spread through her chest and warmed her entire body from the inside out.
Where to even go first?
Etansi walked out across the sands, her heart pounding happily and she took a deep breath to calm her erratic happiness for the whole situation, letting her heart slow down just a bit before she placed her hand on the shell of the Sunset egg gently. "Is so nice to see you, are you excited? Everyone is here to meet you." A smile was splitting her face as she spoke and it took an effort not to trace her hand across the egg in patterns.
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It felt very much like being near Khamaith actually, that warmth that radiated off of her when Etansi was even around, this egg felt so similar in fact that she just soaked it in for the briefest of moments before taking her hand off. She did her best to send it a happy little wave of enjoyment, for she'd enjoyed that egg immensely, but she couldn't linger at any of them for fear of being reprimanded.
"There's nothing better."
She had a small family, just she and her brother, his dragon and her fire lizards, she counted Khamaith as her sort of mother in a way, as she'd taught her things after meeting her and genuinely cared about her. Her first friend. It was odd to think back to a time when she hadn't had so many around her, such a warm family.
Slowly she walked over towards a new egg, glancing at the others as she went, trying to gauge the dragons inside of them. For though they had a glimpse at all the candidates she couldn't get a feel for any of them, which was normal. Instead she just sent out warm and joyful feelings to them as she settled her hand finally on the Purple and Teal Swirl Egg.
To it she sent the same happy warmth that she had the other, but her fingers definitely couldn't help but trail over this one's markings at all. "Beautiful. All dragons and eggs are beautiful. I hope you hatch on a beautiful day."
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Instantly a blush settled over Etansi's cheeks at the compliment and she swallowed around what felt like a rock in her throat of confusion but despite the confusion she was thrilled. Really thrilled. "Thank you, you're a wonderful little egg, when the time comes I hope your partner is everything you're looking for." And they would be, as she knew full well that dragons never missed their mark when impressing. Still, she left it with a warm feeling and removed her hand to move on, only to be smacked in the proverbial face by 'excitement' of a kind she personally never felt outside of the times when she would steal.
Those weren't good exciting times though and were far behind her.
No, this was excitement pouring off at least one egg, or possibly more from what she was feeling. For just a second she stood and let that feeling envelop her and then passed the feeling off herself so she could be clear headed when touching the next egg. Luckily for her the next egg was right beside her, or had been before she'd taken a couple steps away from the last one she'd touched. Etansi took the steps back and placed her hand on the Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg. Her head was clear and she was in awe, as she was with all the eggs shells, with all the babies inside.
"Hope you've been meeting some good people, and meet more." She said quietly as her fingers idly traced the swirls. It was the first impression that any candidate could make, touching an egg, but the babies inside were the most important ones of all.
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Well that was fair, Etansi had asked a stupid question and at the egg's questioning mental eyebrow raise she snapped her hand back and bowed to the little egg nervously. "Did not mean offense, sorry." She stated, her voice shaking just a bit, but the shake was not because of her nervousness, no this was nothing compared to facing people wanting to kill you and she'd seen that up close before.
No, her voice shook from the pure and unfiltered anger at injustice that had been done, an anger that she knew so deeply that it actively festered within her and sent her blood instantly boiling. Turns of fighting not to show that very anger, or using it as a shield to avoid any other emotional slip that might give away a part of her that wasn't sharpened enough to defend herself didn't help as much as she wanted it to and Etansi finally admitted that she'd gone a little soft.
"M... Ma." She mumbled to her deceased caretaker as she stepped away from the egg she'd been standing near and slumped to her knees on the sands in what was transferring away from anger and into sadness. Sadness she could at least deal with, but as she went to stand back up again lest she be yelled at, her hand that was working to steady herself, her scarred and damaged hand, touched the shell of an egg. The Orange Leopard Spot Egg.
Her whole body froze, one knee still on the sands. "Sorry. So s-sorry." She whispered, her eyes wide with tears finally flooding over in her surprise and ran down her dark cheeks. "Didn't mean to hurt you, are you okay?" The feelings were still bubbling in her chest but the only thing that she let herself feel was apologetic and kind, a tinge of regret for her actions. Luckily for her she hadn't leaned into it, but to place her hand on it without very tempered emotions that were warm and kind was horrible of her.
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Love enveloped her, wrapped itself around her and just like that, the emotions that had been flaring died down and it felt as though Etansi could breathe again. Of course the beginnings of a panic state began to set in just as she was cooling down, the hand that touched hers had her nearly jump and she glanced over at Dystzha nervously. A smile flashed across her face very briefly and she nodded to the other teen before sending a little bit of love to the egg in response to it's own. To the mental hug it had given her as it shielded her.
Then, very quickly, she took her hand away from both and stood up. If she could have she'd have shaken herself like a dog to get rid of the feelings that had been swamping her, were still now that she had removed her hand and left the warm comfort of the Orange Leopard Spot Egg. Now she was prepared for it though, now the panic that was rising despite Zinath's words that played in her head was making it so she was shielding herself with all the armor she'd ever used in the past. Her facial expression showed it as she walked off the sands, her eyes casting about edgily. It was how she'd protected herself in the past, to not be vulnerable around anyone and even if she'd not needed it, been told she'd not need it in the Weyr, she pulled it back on like well worn clothing and left the sands.
She'd find somewhere to hide when everything was over and let herself mull over what she had done wrong and what she should do next then. Etansi refused to fall apart in front of others and their judgement or their kindness, as both could be painful.
From Quinineth's Point of View
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
And to you, dear lady, and to you! The egg appeared pleased that Nashwa had greeted it in such a genteel manner. Although it seemed overall a positive exchange, the dragonet within did not quite bounce up to greet her. Nothing untoward meant, of course... it was just that it could not possibly give any indication of preference to any until all had been met and measured. Hmm!
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
Capital! Simply capital! The egg was having a fine time indeed, and didn't at all mind meeting such a gracious young person. It hoped the day went well for Alisaide, as well. As pleasant as the interaction was, however, it would be the height of rudeness were the egg to demand their attention any further. But such a pleasure to meet them!
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
And the egg was certainly delighted to meet all of them. Delighted! What a lovely day it was having. Oh, but surely Rasthell didn't mean to linger and spend so much of his time with such an insignificant egg? The egg didn't entirely mind, but it was in poor taste to be greedy, and it didn't want to be seen so.
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
... Hem hem. Was that... an attempt at flattery? I will thank you, good sir, not to presume that I should be so easily swayed as all of that! the egg rebuked softly, practically drawing itself up in mild indignation. One places one's hand upon a shell. I should imagine that ought to suffice as an explanation.
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Black and Rainbow Swirled Egg
How do you do? the egg inquired graciously, noting his polite greeting. If his emotions seemed a trifle unwound, well, the egg was not going to draw attention to that fact. It was a mannerly egg, and it had no intention of behaving so badly. I am well indeed. A fine affair, a Touching. A bit overdone at times, of course, but one mustn't quibble when one is on the receiving end, I suppose.
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
Quiet for a moment, the egg pondered. Was it excited? I suppose I must be excited, but this is a very important, very serious moment. We might find our lifemates today. As exciting as that surely was, the egg could not help but feel that such an occasion demanded a... well, it demanded a certain sense of dignity.
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
I suppose, my dear. I have certainly met a number of people, to be sure. Whether the egg was impressed by this, well, remained to be seen. Thus far it had not been seriously looking, merely exchanging pleasantries for the most part. At her insistence on touching its swirls, it gave her the mental equivalent of a raised eyebrow.
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Black and Rainbow Swirled Egg
Do you like all of your siblings? the egg asked in return. What a thing to ask an egg! As though it would so rudely reveal to all what feelings it might hold toward its brothers and sisters! But perhaps the question had not been meant that way. I am comfortable enough.
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
If I am, you would hardly expect me to own to such a thing. Was it popular? Or was it simply a large egg? Only time would tell, the egg supposed. But it did not like this commentary, either. Everyone that had lately approached it had all of these remarks, and none of them were seemly.
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
Why this was more the thing, indeed it was. Capital, capital. A pleasure to meet you. Although that was not a direct answer, it was clear that the egg had enjoyed a bit of politeness.
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
What was the fascination others held in its shell? Its shell was, after all, merely a shell! It was not the dragonet within. It was... shallow, next to nothing. You may feel as you wish, but I had always supposed that one's most important attributes lay within.
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
Would someone, anyone kindly note the egg for something beyond its mere exterior? Was that too much to ask? If it's not too much trouble, I would prefer that my shell not be made so much of. It is only a shell.
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Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg
Well I never! the egg declared, utterly perturbed by the complete lack of propriety displayed on the sands. Did no one have even the slightest touch of dignity and refinement? It was bad enough that its sibling was throwing a tantrum all over the place, but some people seemed to think it was acceptable to make conversations right above its shell! How terribly, terribly rude. As to its opinions on fashion, well, the egg certainly wasn't going to presume to make them known! It was an egg. What could it possibly have to say on the matter?
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The Black and Rainbow Swirl egg that had been absolutely still up until now began, ever so slightly, to rock. I say, out there, you do like to carry on. What a commotion.
And the baby inside hadn't even been part of a bit of it! Just as well, for it did not at all like the idea. Such base behavior was beneath it, to be sure. Excuse me, if someone would be so kind, I would like a closer look. Although it rocked, no cracks appeared upon its immense shell.
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Shoxiel - He/His - Western
O-oh. The baby had… needed help…? Or to be admired. Cautiously, Shoxiel stepped away from his brother, approaching Black and Rainbow Swirl egg while throwing a cautious glance every now and again to the clutch parents. “Hi little one.” He’d remembered this egg well.
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Etansi
Her head tilted a little bit to the side when a... request? came into her mind. It was a strange one but she slowly sidled over, quietly and uncertainly. Etansi's eyes glanced back and forth at the egg and then at Khamaith and the two males beside her.
Once there she reached a hand out cautiously and placed it on the shell. "Stuck? Need help out?"
The arrival of others had her nearly shy away but... it needed help?
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Hem. ... How awkward. I do think perhaps... I am in need of aid. How embarrassing! For indeed, the dragonet did not at all like to ask for help. Yet here it was, wobbling to and fro, with nary a crack to be seen! Black and Rainbow egg gave what resembled an embarrassed cough. If you would all be so kind, perhaps you might... roll me some? Or perhaps Mother instead? Oh dear, it was really in a pickle.
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Khamaith
With candidates coming to Black and Rainbow Swirl Egg’s side, Khamaith’s attention had been focused right in on Dextelia, Etansi, and Shoxiel. Not moving just yet, but. Watching very, very carefully.
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Etansi
She was going to start rolling it, her thoughts were towards Khamaith as she had big claws that could help, but with others who were likely stronger and better at this sort of thing around, Etansi found herself useless. But Shoxiel told her to push just as she was starting to take her hand off, Kha was watching her carefully and for once she was afraid of what might happen.
She bit her lower lip until it bled and pushed silently beside the other two.
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Oh dear. This would never do. I'm afraid this just isn't working, the piping young voice lamented. Perhaps... Mother, would you be so kind? the dragonet enquired. Black and Rainbow Swirl egg was definitely in a predicament. Although it seemed happy enough to have received such kind attentions, the shell had not so much as shown the slightest hint of a crack. Drat!
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Khamaith
Though she was watching carefully, and there’s the barest hint of pleasure that the candidates had treated her child’s egg so tenderly, Khamaith gently rose to approach. Of course, my love. Reaching a paw out, she dragged her nails over the colorful shell with the utmost of care -- doing her best to score along the egg to help.
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There it was! That's the ticket! Just like so. I'll be out of here in no time at all! came the delighted voice of the dragonet, who was finally able to press his head through the thick membrane of his shell. Black and Rainbow Swirlwhite peeked out at those nearest him. Hello there! Thank you ever so much for your assistance. I'm ashamed to say I very much needed it, dash it all. And he had!
But no longer. Squeezing himself out of his shell, the tiny white stood in satisfaction upon the Sands. If his pose were a trifle less dignified than he should like, well... there was no helping that.
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Etansi
The teen bowed before Khamaith as she stood, finally seeing her for the full grown gold full of teeth and claws that she was for the first time ever, not the little hatchling that had become her first friend. If she'd hurt the egg in any way she'd likely have been in physical danger and that sent a feral pulse through her.
She swallowed it and nodded. "W... Welcome."
Stiffly she walked away, making sure not to put her back to any dragon fully.
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But wait...
Where was Etansi going??
Oh my dearest Etansi, if I have ever given you the impression that you were not the most wonderful being in all of Pern, I must apologize immediately! Please do forgive me. Why are you leaving? I'd only just said hello, after all. He'd only just hatched!
Why was she backing away from him like that? The little white followed after her as fast as his tiny legs could carry him. I wonder if it wouldn't be too much trouble if you slowed down ever so slightly for your Quinineth. My shell was so thick, and I'm so very tired! ... But... only if you want to...
The alternative, of course, was between. If he must find his home at last in nothingness, then so be it. His hearts were set on Etansi, and Etansi he must have, or no one at all!
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Etansi
With the big egg helped and the little white free of his thick shelled prison, Etansi was making her way back to where she'd left Dystzha and Surel, her intent upon apologizing. Just one moment she'd been intent on protecting them and then the next she had just left without a word, that wasn't how a friend should be. That much she knew even if she wasn't all that good at it just yet.
Oh my dearest Etansi, if I have ever given you the impression that you were not the most wonderful being in all of Pern, I must apologize immediately! Please do forgive me. Why are you leaving? I'd only just said hello, after all.
She froze where she stood, her body half turned towards her friends and half towards... towards...
I wonder if it wouldn't be too much trouble if you slowed down ever so slightly for your Quinineth. My shell was so thick, and I'm so very tired! ... But... only if you want to...
Quinineth.
"Quinineth...?" She looked at last, for the first time fully, at the white that was chasing her desperately, flagging just a bit as Between entered into his mind. "NO!"
The second he entertained the thought it was wiped just as quickly from his mind. Etansi wrapped her arms around him, lifting him off the ground and into her thin arms. "Never, never never never. Never think that again." Her heart was beating so fast that it felt it would run straight from her chest. Large white wings wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her closer, the rainbows settling out to solid purple in his eyes. "You had armor too." She whispered against his sparkling white hide.
Yes, it was quite thick but it was you that helped get me out. With mother's kind help of course. Quinineth oozed contented love all around while Etansi gently reminded him of her friend Shoxiel helping as well. In fact he'd helped far more than she had, he was stronger. Sometimes physical strength isn't the best strength.
Energy was coursing through her entire frame and while she wanted to listen to her fight or flight instincts and run away with her little white, Quinineth's hunger swamped them out. Oh dear, it appears that trying to get through that thick shell has left me famished, might we consider a repast before your plan? "Not a great plan." Etansi chuckled and kissed the side of his head, only to recoil sharply.
Carefully she shifted him so that just one arm was holding her small white and she reached up with her damaged left hand to peel back part of his black and rainbow shell. "Quinineth, you need oiling, and bath." A bath dearest. I need 'a bath'.
She angled so that the two of them were peering at one another and he impishly flooded both his eyes and both of their emotions with joy. It earned him a bright white grin and he pressed his dark marked nose against her cheek, returning her kiss as Etansi began to walk towards the feeding area. Oh I do hope that there's a party happening there. It seems you've attracted the attention of a large gold dear, we should seek her out later at the feast.
She groaned inwardly, her hand still holding onto the piece of armor that connected both her and Quinineth physically while their bond just started to form. A girl that wore her past as her armor and a white that had been encased in some. Khamaith had brought both of their shells crumbling down.
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Name: R'iz (Formerly Rizdax) Age: 20 Nameday: 3557.10.3 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (Harbingers) Previous Craft/Rank: Apprentice Jeweler Voice:X ~ Soren/Dragon Prince Song:Falls ~ ODESZA Physical Description: Given his age Rizdax is still very babyfaced and though the softer features he sports are slowly beginning to show shadowing for the man he'll become, he still gets cheek pinches from time to time. A single scar touches his face from his nose and across his cheek to his ear, given to him the night his father attacked him with a knife and though it has healed it still marrs his features just below his golden eyes. Not the only scar he's earned in his lifetime, the others range over his back, shoulders and hands and were acquired through a mix of attacks, Thread, and working with hot instruments and water. A scattered web of scars covers the left side of his face and deep scars over his chest after the hatching where he met Bossuth, a series of markings earned protecting his friends from a violently upset green. All these scars stand out against his incredibly pale skin that can burn under the light of the sun within an hour, making him somewhat fonder of the indoors and night than anything else. Bright auburn hair caps the top of his head, though he does try his best to keep it tidy his hair generally stands up on end without anything to slick it back.
His dress style is mostly practical in nature and can reflect back to his days in the Smithcraft Hall in Telgar where sweating over metal was the tone of the day. If he could get away with it he would be shirtless most of the time while indoors, but generally in public he tries to hide his scars. Personality: Rizdax is a master of looking angry, of being prickly to speak to and deal with, all while being nothing more than a mellow and hard working man beneath that shell. It’s an armor of sorts that keeps him from being hurt any further than he already was in life and stems from the loss of his entire family whose deaths and disappearances he constantly reminds himself of in order to keep anyone else from getting close enough to hurt him. Emotions are hard for him and feeling them from others is even worse, especially those of the negative variety, so the teen keeps his own feelings and emotions very close to his collar. With those he trusts he can be more forthcoming but if he feels himself getting too close to revealing his own emotions he reaches to memories of failures and pains past to restrict himself to just a few. Trauma lies past those memories, repressed alongside anger that he does everything he can to avoid feeling in order to keep himself calm and collected but it bleeds out in nightmares of death and falling thread at night that keep him from sleeping or wake him up to sickness. That lack of sleep adds an edge to his already prickly demeanor as it is, but with the aid of two fire lizards hatched eggs he found the young man has been able to at least sleep half a night now with residual effects of red rimmed eyes and a rough growl when he speaks the first few times in the morning.
Despite his outer demeanor and appearance, Rizdax is a very patient and reliable person whose experiences in raising his siblings as both a brother and a parental figure makes him comfortable for others to be around once they break through his shell to the real person inside. Down deep he loves children and enjoys nothing more than watching them run about happily or creating something that makes them smile, such as a necklace for a little girl or rings for the head knobs of a child’s fire lizard. All in his free time of course. If a child asks something of him, weyrbrat, holdbrat, young candidate, or any at all, he’ll do what he can to see it through for them, this can also be said of just about anyone. Children generally get first say followed very closely by dragons and riders who he admires but his reliable streak is very noticeable and can often present itself in a workaholic light that reflects his drive to repay the Weyr for all that it has done for him.
Wanting nothing more than to Impress to a dragon so that he could help to burn the thread from the sky that he blames for the loss of his sibling’s lives, he primarily wants to find a match so that he might give back to High Reaches for saving him, for treating and training him. Having grown in a Hold he had no knowledge of dragons other than that they flew in the air, now Rizdax spends every day in lessons learning about them and about Pern in a way he’d never known it before and he can’t stop learning, for it helps. Even while he cleans, which he does even in his own free time that he’s not crafting, Rizdax learns, quizzes himself and repeats information over and over in his head for he’d never received much of a formal teaching before and feels that he’s far behind those from the Weyr and even beyond. Each day he can be found reciting what he’d learned that day or the day before and cleaning everything he can to give back to those that have given to him.
Positive Trait List Reliable, Driven, Patient, Multi-tasker Negative Trait List Stubborn, Prickly, Traumatized, Emotionally Reserved
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Son of a master smithcrafter and a holder woman that fell in love with him while working as his cleaner, Rizdax is the oldest of three children the pair had before his mother came down with a sickness and died. Father useless and mother gone, Riz became everything to his younger sister and brother and did everything from cook to clean for them from a very young age. It made him incredibly reliable and his siblings grew up well, going on to apprentice in things that they desired to do with the encouragement of their brother. And he did encourage them, wanting them to have opportunities that losing their parents might not have given them.
When his father did come back into his life it was briefly and violently as the man wanted to claim custody of his youngest children, to what end Rizdax wasn't sure but he knew for absolute sure that he wasn't going to let it happen. The ensuing fight left him scarred across his face and ear but with the help of neighbors that heard the screaming of his sister he was able to protect his siblings and that was all that mattered to him, stitches were easy to withstand but loneliness and more loss he didn't think he could take. His father was exiled from the hold for the manner in which he attacked his son and that was the very last that he'd ever hear of his father, though the thought of losing both parents forever did leave him with sadness. His siblings cried for days, knowing full well that their father was gone forever, and all Rizdax could do was promise them repeatedly that he would take care of them.
Now fully responsible for his siblings and their futures, Rizdax had not a clue what to do with either himself or them. Up until that point he had earned what little marks he could as a child and put them towards food but with every passing Turn he became aware that he would rather do something with his life besides drudgework. It was not a fate he wished on his siblings either and so he began to question them on what they enjoyed doing when he wasn't around, when no one was looking. After a month or so his sister, the older of the two at nine Turns, admitted to her desires, a wish to see the ocean and meet dolphins. Though unsure of how to bring it about, he threw out word of his sister's wishes to the craftsmen in Telgar and was answered by word sent from Rubicon River Hold that they would gladly take his sister and she was on dragonback and gone by the next day.
As for his younger brother, he expressed only that he wanted to stay with him and would follow whatever path his older brother took. His heart melted for his brother, only seven Turns and still a little young to know his future, and he took him with him when accepting a late apprenticeship with the Smithcraft Hall. Having always been possessed of an acute attention to even the smallest of details, Rizdax was accepted as an apprentice to a Jewelry Crafter that taught him things about gems and fine metal manipulation that he had never known possible before. He flourished and his young brother finally began to show an interest in something as he saw what was created each day. Too young to apprentice yet himself, his brother took up tasks aiding the Smiths in anything they might need with the knowledge that it would bring him closer to the fascinating objects Rizdax was learning to make.
This eager task taking was what ended his life one morning when Thread first fell. The warm spring day erupted into chaos as strands of an age old enemy fell through the sky and ate away everything that the people of Telgar had built and everything that mattered most to them. Rizdax watched, restrained by his master, as his brother was caught by the sizzling tendrils and his screams were added to those of the dying and the lost. When the grip on him loosened enough to make escape a possibility, he tore from the hands that held him and to his brother's side, cursing every moment he sucked air into his lungs as the failure that he felt. As hot tears streamed down his face he ignored the screams coming from all around, only holding the limp and bloody hand of his once vibrant little brother, pain shot through his back like none he had ever felt before. It felt as though he was being seared alive and as a scream ripped from him his body was ripped from the ground, a darkness colder and deeper than he'd ever encountered swallowed him.
When the darkness finally released him, the teenager found himself in a healers wing at a Weyr of all places. No stranger to pain, though what had burned him had certainly hurt worse than anything before it, Rizdax rose from the cot he laid on and attempted to leave much to the concern and displeasure of the healers. Forced back down and covered in numbweed across his shoulders and upper back, no one would tell him what had happened, no one would relay Telgar's fate to him and that alone was answer enough. Mourning quietly in the care of the healers, the teenager grudgingly took the time to heal his body and heart, having finally pieced enough together from refugees like himself to understand what had become of his one time home. One of the few things that kept his pained heart going was the lack of information available about Rubicon River Hold's state, knowing well that his sister may well have found safety in the waters with a dolphin filled him with a hollow relief.
As days passed he was given the option, thanks to his youth, to stay at High Reaches as a Candidate or to try his luck out in the world against Thread in a Hold. The decision was not hard at all but after all the stories told by aged out candidates he' began to make plans on what he might do should he age out, the goal of finding out if his sister had survived at the top of the list. During his candidacy he suffered a mental breaking moment after a greenflight which he spent with someone he hadn't realized was a friend of a rider named R'ose that he'd been developing feelings for but hadn't realized the teen was getting the same. It was the blow that sent him into a spiral which left him sick and lacking sleep after nights full of nightmares and death, all of which lead up to Rizdax landing in the hands of a mindhealer named Nimueh and her brown dragon Mharlith who began to set things right in his mind. While it took time he began to sleep far better and found himself in well enough health to stand for the double hatching of two clutches on the sands at High Reaches, his first Weyr clutch and his last one where he'd be standing.
On the sands the teen found himself directly in the path of a violently lonely and upset green that lashed out at the candidates, some of who had been thinking less than wholesome thoughts and paying little attention to the dragons as they deserved. When she lashed his way he threw himself before his friends and was lashed across the chest and left with a broken jaw and face full of scars that had him taken from the sands to the healers area not long after. It was there that he heard Bossuth's voice for the first time, calling out to him in desperation with a name used only by R'ose and Sahrawith before that. Helped back out by Shar he wrapped himself around his bronze and hasn't yet left that position in his heart since that day, soaking in the love that Bossuth has to offer.
Life, however, was not ready to be done with either of them and cared very little for all the loss and love and suffering that the two had lived through until that point, ripping Cavera and Aviforth away and into the cold wrap of Between. Long before any were ready. The very realization that it happened nearly sent Bossuth and R'iz Between forever as well when they botched not one but four jumps on their first test on the heels of their siblings being lost. Threadfall took the remainder of their confidence as they fell from the sky, sacrificing themselves to save a sibling from a sheet of thread that ate through the little bronze's side and the straps holding R'iz to his back. The pair fell from the sky, the redhead desperately holding to his dragon as they plummeted down to a Queen's back, far closer to ground than either would find comfortable when they awoke to the memory.
A failed threadfall drill involving paint that coated the pair almost entirely, pointing out where their failures lay with threadfighting. On top of grievous injuries that kept Bossuth from flying as well during the training, neither possessed the confidence to excel and so were held back, the only pair that didn't graduate amidst a clutch of over sixty some weyrlings. There is no telling when they might get to join a true wing and the pair have sunk into self loathing as a result of their failure.
Literally the worst pair in High Reaches Weyr history.
Name: Bossuth Age: 2 Color: Bronze Size: 73' Voice:X ~ Quasimodo/Hunchback of Notre Dame Song:Heaven's Light ~ Hunchback of Notre Dame / Out There ~ Hunchback of Notre Dame Physical Description: A small and pale colored bronze, Bossuth's wings are stunningly beautiful and the markings down his rear leg are intricate enough to catch the eye despite his physical “flaws”. While he is not a perfect twin to his larger brother his markings match exactly despite their physical differences. Bossuth has a kinked tail from where his brother stepped on and broke his tail in the egg. He also has small headknobs. Although he is a smaller Bronze, his chest and shoulders are very broad, and his legs short for his size. Because of his short legs he walks with a bit of a hobbled gait, but makes up for it once flying in the air.
Down the right side of his body, from just behind his headknobs to his back leg, are twisting gnarled scars that range from ridged and deep to just shiny new scarred skin. Marks of a self sacrifice for a sibling during his first threadfall. Personality: If Bossuth were down to his very last wherry, he would give it away in a heartbeat if someone else needed it. He would throw himself in the way of any thread that might hurt another, be that other none too deserving or not. He has a tremendous love for his fellows, and that spills over into everything that he does. In the egg, he was nearly suffocated by his brother, Alquemieth, relegated to a tiny portion of their shared shell. But he loved his brother just as deeply, no matter the personal hardship that such a position put him in.
In fact, he is blind, oftentimes, to the flaws of others. It is partially because he has such a caring nature that it would not occur to him that anyone might act out of anger of unkindness. The concept of evil is totally anathema to him, and he would sooner believe that Rukbat spun around Pern than to believe that any of his siblings might truly be wicked. He would do anything for them, and some among their number know that, and manipulate him accordingly.
There are brave, courageous hearts beating within Bossuth, and he works so very hard to be worthy of love. He wants nothing more than to have the deep love and devotion of another, but knows that he is... unworthy. That he is not as beautiful as many others, and that perhaps he is not as powerful, or as strong. Perhaps that might deign to notice him all the same, be he ever so lucky.
Sometimes the world grows to be too much for little Bossuth, and he must hide himself away, as though he is curling into that tiny corner of egg. He is a little agoraphobic, although he also yearns deeply for the freedom to go out there and fly among his brothers and sisters in the Weyr! Yet sometimes his weyr ledge is the safest of all places, and he will happily go tuck away there in his wallow with his rider. He is... a bit jealous of those who find things come easily to them, especially love, but his big hearts will still be fond of them, all the same.
Bronze Bossuth Written by Mr Cheri Colored by Uta
Origin of Name: Bossuth originates from the French Le Bossu, by which the original hunchback of Notre Dame was known. When the Hunchback of Notre Dame was written, there was a hunchbacked stone carver working on Notre Dame, circa the 1820s. Although the character was not named for Le Bossu, it is very likely that it is from this man that Quasimodo was inspired.
Inspiration: Heaven's Light - Hunchback of Notre Dame
Heaven's Light, written from the perspective of the hunchback Quasimodo, is an ode of love to the fair Esmeralda, as well as a song of sorrow for the love that will never be Quasimodo's. There is a piercing sweetness to the tune, a sort of bittersweet quality that borders on the worshipful. Never once in the song is there any indication that Quasimodo believes himself worthy of any such love as he observes between pairs on the streets of Paris.
Personality: If Bossuth were down to his very last wherry, he would give it away in a heartbeat if someone else needed it. He would throw himself in the way of any thread that might hurt another, be that other none too deserving or not. He has a tremendous love for his fellows, and that spills over into everything that he does. In the egg, he was nearly suffocated by his brother, Alquemieth, relegated to a tiny portion of their shared shell. But he loved his brother just as deeply, no matter the personal hardship that such a position put him in.
In fact, he is blind, oftentimes, to the flaws of others. It is partially because he has such a caring nature that it would not occur to him that anyone might act out of anger of unkindness. The concept of evil is totally anathema to him, and he would sooner believe that Rukbat spun around Pern than to believe that any of his siblings might truly be wicked. He would do anything for them, and some among their number know that, and manipulate him accordingly.
There are brave, courageous hearts beating within Bossuth, and he works so very hard to be worthy of love. He wants nothing more than to have the deep love and devotion of another, but knows that he is... unworthy. That he is not as beautiful as many others, and that perhaps he is not as powerful, or as strong. Perhaps that might deign to notice him all the same, be he ever so lucky.
Sometimes the world grows to be too much for little Bossuth, and he must hide himself away, as though he is curling into that tiny corner of egg. He is a little agoraphobic, although he also yearns deeply for the freedom to go out there and fly among his brothers and sisters in the Weyr! Yet sometimes his weyr ledge is the safest of all places, and he will happily go tuck away there in his wallow with his rider. He is... a bit jealous of those who find things come easily to them, especially love, but his big hearts will still be fond of them, all the same.
Adult Size: 73' Physical Attributes: Bossuth has a kinked tail from where his brother stepped on and broke his tail in the egg. He also has small headknobs. Although he is a smaller Bronze, his chest and shoulders are very broad, and his legs short for his size.
Additional Notes: He is the twin brother of Alquemieth, and has both a great fear for him, and a deep love and devotion toward him. He adores his mother, Fianth, and has had a strong bond with her from the egg.
He wants nothing more than to be loved, deeply and truly.
Theme Song:Heaven's Light, the Hunchback of Notre Dame Musical Egg: White & Red Egg
Why Me? Rizdax and Bossuth share many things in common, from their sweet and gentle natures to the assumptions others make about them. Rizdax is a good and loving boy, patient with his siblings in a way that Bossuth has never experienced. Yet others assume him to be an angry, fierce young man. Bossuth has stood in his brother's shadow from the very first - Alquemieth in fact took up the vast majority of their shared egg. Only Rizdax could truly understand and love Bossuth as he deserves to be loved. For his part, Bossuth's gentle and kind soul will be a balm to Rizdax, who is painfully lacking in good things in his life.
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Adorable Pach sketch of Anakumath protecting Bossuth ;w;
What was that over there? Not very far away, and talking to her. Hello! The little Green rubbed her head along Rizdax's hand, excited to find yet another new buddy.
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If it was possible Rizdax's heart just stopped in his chest for a moment and he wanted so bad to run his hand along that green's head and tell her just how cute she was. And she really was cute, really! It was the first baby dragon that he'd ever gotten the chance to see up close and here she was not tearing through him or his friends. She had even cheeped up at Renose. His Candidatemaster was here though and he couldn't just reach out to touch her if he wanted to pull back his hand intact. Sure she was friendly right now but that didn't mean that she would be the entire time if she didn't find who she was meant for soon.
Didn't mean for one second that he couldn't talk to her though!
"Hey there baby green, you're a beautiful thing. If you find yours soon you can get something to eat and be spoiled like you deserve." Riz said to her, a huge grin on his face for her sweet temperament. No matter what he loved all dragons but greens would always be special to him. "Just promise me that you'll be brave and have lots of fun with your bonded."
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Very well, dear brother. I do wish it wasn't quite so... wild. Making his way through this crowd was a daunting task.
Excuse me,Ducky Bronze said, beginning his slow, sedate journey. I cannot see where Mine might be- would you please make a line?
His thoughts reached out to all of the Candidates, a soft brush of terribly abashed Bronze dragonet.
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What... on Pern was happening? Line up? At least he’d heard the command but he was hesitant to leave his friends to go stand in that line, what if something happened during that time?
Sighing and giving a groan at moving when his burned skin screamed its indignation, Rizdax moved to stand in the line with his arms crossed. He barely knew some of these boys, though faces on some were at least recognizable. To him, impressing a bronze would be fine, but so would the blue. He didn’t care for color so much as being able to fight the Thread that he wanted so badly to see eradicated.
So a bronze would do, but so would a blue, or green, even a brown or white. Something with wings and flame.
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Baby Mine Egg Similar as it had before, this egg seemed absolutely thrilled at suddenly finding itself with attention. Leaning into Rizdax's touch, the egg sends nothing but joy and adoration towards the other. How nice is this! Such wonderful people to meet! Such joy! Oh, do stay!
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I'll Make a Man out of You Egg
Was this one of the ones that its friend was watching? The egg gave a pleased greeting. It was good to meet someone who appreciated what it was doing. It certainly was a protective egg, but like any child, it could be flattered.
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Friend Like Me Egg Oh, this one had a desire, did he? Riz's desire had Friend Like Me's attention. How could the egg help, for one's heart's desire should always be taken care of, and followed! The baby inside was an ardent believer in that. Others had been nice, and all of this was fun, for now, but...Tell the egg about your desires, Riz. It wants to know.
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Oh Rizdax, Go the Distance wants so badly to be the kind of dragon that can be believed in! What about the young man? Is it....was it nice to be relied on? The boy is so brave and strong and Go the Distance wants to hear all about it!
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Gryffindor Egg Oh, when Gryffindor hatched, everyone would be looking, it was sure! Look at it, after all, it was so pleased with the fact that Rizdax thought of it like that. Of course it was an incredible, awesome egg. Was Rizdax as awesome as he seemed?
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Brown & Purple Scribble Mystery Egg 18 This egg, sitting more towards Fianth side, also seemed to suddenly twitch. Oh! Oh they wanted to come out too if everybody was going! Surely, they wouldn't be left behind, would they? In the egg's excitement, it rolled down its mount of sand, and cracked right into a Mystery Red & White Egg 19 nearby. The two eggs collided, cracking ....but three dragons fell out.
Two bronzes -- one large, one tiny -- and a medium sized brown. The brown dragon gave an apologetic hwonk at the two bronzes, who had clearly been sharing an egg. The larger of the two bristled, eyes rolling red, and snapped unhappily at the brown, who backed away quickly. Whoops.
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The smaller bronze from the White and Red egg peeped, attempting to draw closer to the Candidates. Oh! He wanted to go and see them...! To see them all! Just to spend a moment near them, to -
But his brother would be so angry if he tried! Yet the bronze wanted so badly to go see the world. There were Candidates waiting to meet Theirs, just as he was! Did he dare?
What he would give to be as brave as these others who boldly ran up to the Candidates. But perhaps if he just edged this way it would be all right. Surely his twin brother would not mind?
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Red & White Egg Bronze The larger of the two bronzes gave a snarl when his cluchsib tried to move away. In a flash he had his wings spread, and he immediately snapped at the smaller bronze. Growling threateningly, he turned red eyes on the Candidates, and then bared his fangs once more at the smaller bronze. With a decided shove, he pushed him back and away from the group.
Not yet.
It was clear the larger of the two brothers was well in charge. For whatever reason, he had no interest in letting his clutchsibling look at the Candidates first. He gave the smaller bronze a swipe, unafraid to draw ichor, forcing his will on the other. He would submit.
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The small Red and White bronze cowered away from his brother, his awkward gait apparent as the larger bronze menaced him. He was sorry! He would be better, oh so much better. He didn't even look at the Candidates, licking at the ichor that now dripped from his leg to try to stop it.
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Red & White Bronze Someone... had the audacity to tell him to stop? Turning his head, the large bronze gave a low growl as he turned to stare pointedly at Ruunan. His smaller brother was forgotten, and instead, he stared balefully at the timid boy.
He gave a flick of his tail, allowing it to whip his smaller brother, and instead he glared at the Candidates. Who were they to judge him? For a moment, it looked as if he was going to pounce, or at least lunge at the one who so foolishly condemned....
But he stopped.
He stopped, because someone was looking at him. And that someone was his mother. The golden queen had turned an eye upon him, and he would bring no further shame to the Hatching grounds. Still, he kept his fangs bared, and glared at not just Ruunan, but all the Candidates.
They were well and truly beneath him....
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The littler bronze's eyes wavered between yellow and uncertain yellow green. He was sorry! He wouldn't ever do it again. Bowing his head, the Red and White bronze crept awkwardly to hide beneath his brother's wing, pitifully attempting to regain his good graces. He had not meant to look at the Candidates! He had been wrong.
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Red & White Bronze The bronze dragon kept his wing protectively over the smaller twin...though whether there was an actual love between them remained to be seen. He bared his fangs at Remember Me Gold, but... another look at Fianth, and the bronze took a small step back. Still, he turned to stare down at his smaller brother, and glowered. This was all his fault. If he hadn't ran ahead like a fool...
Instead of baring his fangs at the gold, he instead glared down at the simpering, foolish, little bronze beneath his wing. While he made no further antagonistic action, it was clear his entire personality was domineering over his smaller clutchmate.
If they were to look at Candidates, than he would do so first. Nobody would want an ugly, tiny, stupid bronze like his eggmate. Nobody would accept him like he would.
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The small, awkward bronze hunched down low so that his wings were high above him. His eyes were now a confused yellow-green. Was his brother mad? He couldn't tell. He didn't know how to make him happy. Maybe he should stay there and then his brother wouldn't get upset anymore.
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Red & White Bronze The dragon gave a double-take when the green Deatheater flicked her tail and pranced on ahead. She was... certainly fetching and yet... The bronze almost took a step after, before he stopped, and was reminded of the little, trembling bronze beneath his wings.
He bared a fang in a sneer, or any of the Candidates, he instead, once more, turned and nipped at the little bronze, taking his irritation out at him. He wasn't going to start a fight, not after being told off by his golden sister... And yet...
Well.
So long as the little one knew his place, that was all that mattered.
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Perhaps.... Perhaps it was now time. Though he still had a cowering bronze beneath his wing, the larger dragon did not want to waste an opportunity while it was...well...right there. One more n** of his smaller brother, and the large bronze finally turned to let his red eyes stare at the one.
At his.
Such foolishness. To spurn such fine creations as of that of my beloved Mother. Is it so odious to stand there and face judgment? Do you fear you will be found wanting, Mine? Be glad you took my golden sister's claws than mine... I might well have left far deeper marks as punishment. The bronze gave a sniff, and finally stood.
There was a flash of rainbow, even as he stood beside the smaller of his twin. Come to your Alquemieth, Arcadin. Perhaps it is best to let this one struggle on his own. He pulled his wing away, exposing the smaller, much more frail looking bronze. Let him struggle and suffer alone...he would find him after they both Impressed to size up whatever Candidate so tragically was paired with him.
Stepping away, he walked proudly towards Arcadin, sizing him up with much judgment. Brush off the Sand, and look presentable. We are in the presence of greatness, of glory; the least you can do is thank the golden beauties for the life they have given you. This is your new beginning. Our new beginning. Let us not waste any more time. There was work to be done, and this bronze was ready to dive right in.
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The smaller of the two bronzes gave a pained, pitiful creel upon being revealed to the world. He stumbled, barely righting himself in time to avoid crashing upon the sands. Staring after his brother, he gave a wail - for where was his? He... he...
MY RADISH! Where are you? the little Red and White bronze called out. Radish, I can't find you and he's angry. and had left the bronze quite alone. Rizdax, please... please, I just want to see what's out there. I want to go together. Please, where are you? Your Bossuth needs you! Fresh ichor dripped down the baby's side and he keened painfully, wanting to go running to... to wherever His had gone!
And yet... not able to tell where that was!
Radish?
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It was entirely the hardest thing he'd ever done to focus on just one memory for as long as he could without deviating, but it was for baby dragons. It was for all the candidates still out there so no other dragons got upset. So no babies betweened without their partner from fear or upset thanks to the emotions that he could tell were affecting them. Even despite all of that he could feel the brush of Mharlith there, gentle and reassuring, Nim beside him solid and grounding and Shar the fire to his left that always helped him to remember who he was. What he had to do. Even as he focused as hard as he could to radiate peace.
Rizdax's mind couldn't get much more open if someone pried the top of his head clean off and looked inside it, but he certainly wasn't expecting to hear anything in response from the sands. Couldn't fathom what was happening when pain crashed over his mind that reverberated with a keening cry. MY RADISH! Where are you?
Sahrawith? No... not Sahrawith. Not Mharlith.... One eye snapping open Rizdax lunged up from his seat, from safety and solidity, reaching out towards two hearts that belonged to a dragon he couldn't see yet. Couldn't see him but he could HEAR him. "Bossuth..." His jaw cracked and ground as he spoke, the lack of strength in his legs nearly had him toppling but he was able to grab at what Shar was handing him. Robes? Yes... yes he needed those didn't he?
Looking down he felt the robes pulled over his head from Nimueh behind him as the blanket fell to his feet, her hands steadying him so he stayed upright as he reached out towards Shar's hand. The thought that his friend was hurt, that she shouldn't be going back out there any more than he should have gone back out there earlier when he was in worse shape. But he would accept that support and gratitude shown in his un-bandaged eye as he looked at Nimueh and then Shar. Bossuth was shaking where he stood on the sands, nearly pitching over as he called once more, voice smaller and quieter as the little bronze looked desperately for him and Riz could feel every moment of his pain and fear. He'd called him by both names he'd heard himself called, by a name that meant only affection.
Far too slowly he let Shar help get him back onto the sands, legs wobbly from how much blood he'd lost but he refused to fall down here, not when there was someone that needed him as badly as his dragon. He would carry them both off these sands no matter how many times he fell if he had to, and as he broke free of his friend's grasp and support he lurched forward and wrapped himself around his dragon tightly. His dragon. I'm here, I'm always here. I'm so sorry, I'll never leave you alone like that again. Riz didn't know how he was talking to Bossuth so directly when he'd needed to speak out loud for every dragon before him, but the small bronze pushed love that the boy had never known possible into his heart and tucked his head under Riz's chin. He'd not known that was possible either and here it was happening.
I know you won't, I know it all. The voice was soft in his head as Bossuth tucked against his body and wrapped his wings around Riz's body. You were so hurt and brother was so... One hand reached up to run down the little bronze dragon's face soothingly. Don't worry about him now, he's not as important as you. Just the sincerity in his voice had love burst forth from Bossuth's chest once more, a never ending ocean of it that radiated from them both where they both knelt embraced on the sands. For he knew that before he'd been told. Mine
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Harbingers R’iz of Bronze Bossuth HP: 36 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 2 Between Accuracy: 2 Pain Resilience: 6 Instinct: 5 Luck: 4
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Name: Ty'bar (Formerly Tyrinbar) Age: 38 Nameday: 3538.3.22 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (currently grounded) Previous Rank/Craft: N/A Voice:X ~ Heimdall/Marvel's Thor Song:The Mountain ~ Three Day's Grace Physical Description: Standing an average height for a man with skin dark from birth and darkened further by a life lived outdoors, Ty'bar is hardly a forgettable person at the best of times. The dragonrider is a vibrant light in the face of a Thread-filled future and wears the carefree smile of someone that knows it. Were one born of gilded tongue to describe the face wearing the smile they would find the job difficult, as strong genetics meet Thread scars in a way as to make his once fine features unrecognizable. White teeth grin from his dark face and brown eyes, so light they appear rosy, flash impishly below a barely contained bush of onyx hair. If he has time, thick strands can be pulled into a haphazard tail behind his head, this is rare.
Ty'bar is broad across the chest and shoulders, but thin in the waist and possessed of a strength in his large calloused hands that makes him useful for any sort of physical labor placed before him. The rider stands at his full height regularly with no issue towards bad posture, his mother had simply not allowed slouching. This early motherly nagging served him well physically and Ty'bar made quite the cut image of a rider from his first days in flight. However no amount of mothering could prepare him clothing wise and his loose vest and thin breeches are in constant disrepair, patched and smudged and singed by dragon flame. The only worthwhile things he owns are a thick corded necklace his sister gave him and a large knife his father crafted for his twentieth birthday. Both are in as pristine condition as his active life will allow and receive nearly as much attention as Asilaeth in regard to their safety and preservation.
Scars litter his body, all from his first Thread fall, leaving silvery marks over his face, arms, and back that are worn with pride and honor. If any question his skills on the back of his wily green dragon in face of the scars, Ty'bar will go out of his way to prove how wrong they are. The scars that shape him are a constant reminder of why he flies and why the Thread must be met by every dragonrider if Pern is to survive.
Personality: Brimming with an almost hyperactive energy that has his own quick green making comments about how he glows when pent up too long, Ty'bar rarely sits unless he's sleeping or doing necessary paperwork. His favorite place to be is in the air with Asilaeth, regardless of the task they are attempting to accomplish, he will grin and offer his full attention and cooperation if it involves flying. That isn't to say that he has issue with helping with matters on foot, just that they tend to pale in comparison to the freedom of the air. Ty'bar's relationship with Asilaeth is incredibly strong as a result, the two acting as extensions of one another whether they are fighting thread or simply interacting after a long day.
Ty'bar enjoys being around others, no matter who they are or what profession they fill he believes everyone is his friend regardless of proof to the contrary. If someone isn't his friend it is simply because they haven't known him long enough to feel comfortable around him! Any rider in need of a favor need only mention the favor and Ty'bar will attempt everything to fulfill it, within reason. Smiles come quickly and easily to his scarred face in attempts to mask his insecurites about his various percieved flaws and weaknesses, the largest being his hearing loss. As a direct result he can be prone to anxiety in moments when he is completely alone and he strives to surround himself with others that will keep his mind from wandering down that particular dark hallway in his mind. This has lead to Ty'bar's strong workaholic tendencies and there are nights where he can be found cleaning or taking care of Asilaeth's needs well past lights out.
Though his honesty is comendable, Ty'bar can be overly blunt and has been known to insert his foot right into his own mouth if given the opportunity. The truth is honest and if it has to it hurts! White lies are not his thing, another person or dragon should not put their feelings on the line around him if they are at all fragile. Ty'bar will simply steam-roll right over them without noticing any offense he may have caused. There have been fights.
Son of two riders originally stationed at Benden Weyr before transferring to High Reaches Weyr, Tyrinbar is the eldest of his siblings and the only boy. His mother was both forcefull and loving, expecting the absolute best from each of her children while also giving them the life she always wished they could have with the opportunities for dragon riders in High Reaches Weyr. As for his father, the man was everything to his children and wife. T'nak was a bronze rider who loved life and wanted the best for his small family no matter what the cost was to himself. Though he picked them up and moved them twice before they ended up at High Reaches Weyr, he did his best to instill a deep level of trust in community fostered by working together with everyone regardless of station. Tyrinbar loved his father deeply and took his teachings to heart as he was growing up, trying always to impress him with everything that he did.
His first impression was no different, but as he stood there, weyr brat having grown up around dragons his whole life, nothing called to him. No bronze, no brown or blue or even green. Silence met him and it dug into his heart so deeply that it left a sliver there that would lead to a deeper level of anxiety for his failings that stood to affect his future. His sisters, not far behind him in age, came to stand with him one at a time at his next two impressions and each impressed a dragon. A green and a white dragon joined their family, his parents and their dragons were proud and boasted happily to any that would listen about their daughters impressions. Tyrinbar was cast into his bright family's shadow and never managed to make his way back out of it.
Somehow it didn't affect his happy and relaxed personality and Tyrinbar threw himself into learning new crafts to find his purpose in life as it became clearer and clearer to him with each impression that he would never impress a dragon. With each new craft that he sampled he learned things that rounded out his character and made him more useful to those around him. In between learning he resigned himself to drudge work and spent as much time around the dragons he loved as he could, even offering to care for his parents and sisters dragons after flight trainings. His constant failings at each impression he continued to try in his late teens sent the sliver of silence futher into his heart, his anxiety grew stronger and caused him to search out people to keep him company so that he was never alone with his problems. This lead to a number of encounters with drudges, weyr brats around his age, and young riders that would keep Tyrinbar company both during the day and in the dangerous silence of his nights. To the initial displeasure of his mother, they were all young men that served only to warm her son's bed for a short time before they were gone. Not a single relationship with any boy lasted much longer than a month, but Tyrinbar would tell his family that he was having fun with each of them during that time.
When he was eighteen Tyrinbar met another weyr brat his own age at an impression that both failed to impress at. Cornat was a large teenager with proud features and a gentle nature that made him instantly attractive to the lonely and anxiety riddled Tyrinbar and the two started a relationship that took his breath away. It was love at first sight to him and Corant and they knew that they were supposed to be together despite their young age and the discouragement that arose from their parents. Corant offered a way to avoid further scrutiny not long into their relationship, but it was put on hold after Tyrinbar got into a fight with two drudges that had been running their mouth. His face bore a scar from the fight and it served as a constant reminder to Cornat that there were those around them who disliked their relationship enough to hurt them. None of it mattered though, they had one another and could lean off of each other when times got tough. The next time that they stood for an impression was just over a year later and Cornat impressed a brilliant bronze dragonet named Aratasth who he fell in love with instantly. Though Tyrinbar was proud of him and overjoyed for him to find a partner in the little bronze, it was a strain on their already stressed relationship for him to still be dragon-less.
It proved to be too much for them and they went their seperate ways, C'nat even going so far as to leave and join Benden Weyr rather than continue to be around the man he'd loved. Tyrinbar was inconsolable at first and dove into drudge work to keep his mind off the loss by turning it off and doing as much physical work as possible. The days turned into weeks and months as he made his way in the Weyr even without his former lover or the support of his now estranged family who had turned their backs to his struggle. Each failed impression that he was pushed into turned him further into himself until the once bright and happy boy was a dark and sullen shadow of his former self.
At age twenty one he had given up hope, his eyes consistantly downcast at impressions before leaving to go fulfill work as a drudge. Finally one day the shadow opened his eyes to blink once and saw a bright rainbow spiraling into his brown eyes. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen and warmth spread through his heart as the small and weak green hatchling climbed its way up his body and right into his soul. Faceted eyes swirled from rainbow into purple as the small female asserted her devotion and then hunger in a monotone voice that ushered up the first laugh Tyrinbar had emitted in a long time. Almost immediately his personality spun one-eighty and the bright and happy person he had once been rose to the surface once more. It was the beginning of his true love story, one that was as harshly frowned upon by his bronze rider father as his list of former lovers. How could he impress a green dragon when he was a man born to two strong riders? The question was posed by both of his parents to the delight of his younger sisters; Tyrinbar's response was always the same, "Your opinions don't matter, only Asilaeth." The newly renamed Ty'bar turned his back on his once loving family, concerned about the change in their personalities in response to the environment around them. One that he questioned he fit into as well as they did.
The ushering from drudge to dragonrider was abrupt and Ty'bar's life changed forever as he began to care for the ravenous little green dragon who's world he was more than happy to dive into. High Reaches expected the best of their riders and dragons both, structured trainings and rigid restraint became the everyday for the new pair as they learned each other's abilities and personalities. Despite Asilaeth's constant hunger, Ty'bar learned to control it for the two of them as she grew and grew to her full length, it became easier as weeks and weeks passed and they grew closer, better trained. The Weyr taught him his place in the heirarchy of dragonmen and Asilaeth taught him his place in the world as he grew into a strong and capable rider.
Turns passed and locations changed, Ty'bar bid farewell to the Weyr that raised him and trained him, goodbye to the family that had forsaken him due to his lifestyle and his beloved little green. His life at Western Weyr was hard and fulfilling, the climate suited Asilaeth perfectly and she became a fantastic flier in her new location. The adjustment to the new Weyr was quick despite the sometimes difficult manner of life there and the pair settled into a wing where their talents flourished under the wingleader's leadership. Having trained at High Reaches Weyr Ty'bar was more than capable flying in a wing but tragedy still struck during the first Threadfall when the wings were scrambling to respond to the ancient threat. A blue dragon and their rider swerved into Asilaeth's path, causing her to jerk out of the way to avoid their flame. Right into a rock wall.
By the time Ty'bar came to he was in bed and all he could hear were Asilaeth's screams in his head. Despite his injuries and against the advisement of those attempting to hold him to the bed, Ty'bar ran to his dragon who could not stop calling his name and apologizing over and over. It was some time before she calmed down and longer yet for the newly thread scarred rider to realize that her voice was the only thing he was hearing. Asilaeth informed him that he had been thought dead, unconscious for nearly four days from a head injury. The small green had managed to catch him as he fell from her back after hitting his head, her sides and left wing damaged when she wrapped herself around him to keep him safe. Though he was initially startled and completely frightened by the concept of losing his hearing some of it came back, loud noises and deep sounds still came through the damage done to his ears and Asilaeth translated as often as she could, offering advice to him to pay attention to everything around him. Nearly half a turn passed before he was able to get back onto Asilaeth's back, back to a semi normal life. At least as normal as he was able to make it.
Rather than succumb to life as a grounded former dragonrider, Ty'bar utilized a mix of his dragon's intelligence and his own natural competency to learn how to read lips and body language. When she is with him Asilaeth can translate words for him, but as that cannot be constantly he learned to hold conversations by paying close attention to everything. His ever positive attitude and desire to help fight the Thread that damaged both himself and his dragon go a long way to aide him in paying attention to everything around him.
Name: Asilaeth Age: 17 Color: Green Size: 37' Voice:X ~ Maud Pie/MLP Song:Take Flight ~ Lindsey Stirling Physical Description: Elegant, dainty, beautiful, and slight have all been used to describe Asilaeth's physique and they are all correct! Her sleek body and delicate head are paired with wide wings and calloused clawed hands though, proof of her hard working routine in life and her dedication to fighting thread. Her slightly larger wings give her lift and speed when she should be awkward and this helps Asilaeth when it comes to her rider's comfort and desires. While she will never outfly the larger bronzes and golds there are many dragons that will only see the flap of her pale wings or the designs on her neck and hips as she streaks by. Personality: Asilaeth is not nearly as outgoing as her beloved Ty'bar. Her calmer demeanor is a good balance to his hyper nature and she has been known to talk him out of going beyond his physical capabilities when he becomes foolish. This does not mean that she is not just as active as he is, however she knows full well how to spread her energy out across her days rather than waste it all in one go. This stamina is uncommon in the smaller green dragons generally but Asilaeth has loads to spare. If anyone asks she'll tell them that she leeches off of Ty'bar. It is still unconfirmed if this is reality. Stand by.
Inexpressive at the best of times, Asilaeth's voice is a completely flat monotone that can be off-putting to those dragons that make an effort to talk to her. Due to this, most dragons avoid her presence. Her stoic and calm exterior hides a razor sharp sense of humor that she releases in bursts of sarcastic deadpan snark. No one is safe, least of all her beloved and exhausting rider who pushes her nearly past her allowable levels of humor. Asilaeth loves any kind of humor but has a particular love of anything corny and silly and will bounce the jokes off her rider to make him laugh at random and often inappropriate times. Given her monotone voice, the jokes make Ty'bar laugh all the harder.
Unwavering in her loyalty to rider, Weyr, and dragon kind, Asilaeth is protective of all three and is willing to give her life in the fight against Thread. This strong desire to protect and be of use stems from the tragedy that took most of Ty'bar's hearing and the guilt that still riddles her whole being as a result. Thanks to her blistering intelligence Asilaeth can often serve as a second set of ears for him, though this is only when the two are together.
Name: Onasta Age: 34 Nameday: 3543.8.2 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (Fire Storm) Voice:X ~ Waverly Earp/Wynonna Earp Song:Waking Lions ~ Pop Evil Physical Description: The first thing anyone ever sees when they notice Onasta coming is her flaming red hair, shoulder length and usually left in loose falls rather than tied in place. Her vibrantly flowing hair is only tied in place while fighting Thread as it could obscure her view. Many a rider has quietly noted how well it fits her personality, but only when she is nowhere near to hear it. Naturally pale despite her constantly being outdoors and covered in freckles all over, only her lower arms, hands, and cheeks show any color at all. Her fine-boned features are all the better with her freckles dashed over them as it gives her an impish look that makes it hard to take her seriously unless she is angry.
Petite to match her fine features, the red head is only just above five feet tall but bundles all the attitude of a grown man in that size. Onasta's height is comical when seen standing next to Jibasth's towering size, a common joke among those that fly with her that usually receives a raised eyebrow and smirk rather than an actual response. Dainty size aside she is not a coddled person, covered in callouses and her hands a web of pale scars that show just how hard she works for Western Weyr.
In the center of her upper back is a secret that only a select few have ever seen, a brand in the shape of a circle. Inside the circle are three lines like claw marks. The brand is stretched from age, a sign that she grew into it over years rather than receive it as an adult. Onasta makes an enormous effort to keep it hidden, even going so far as to wear an undershirt that specifically covers it. The mark bears the last remnants of her life before the Weyr, when turmoil and distrust ruled her life. Personality: Onasta's personality is as large as her dragon and it is somehow packed into her tiny body. She is fierce, and at times close to violently, protective of the Weyr and all its Holds. That being said she does not believe in being overly rigid and loves to joke and goof around with those in her Wing as if they were brothers and sisters. To her they are after all, having never known her own family she adopts anyone that flies in the same wing as her and does her best to keep them safe. Everyone is on the same level in Onasta's mind, only the Wingleader can make her fall in line due to loyalty, but if someone angers her she will allow them to hear her side no matter who it is. Wingleader or not.
That anger burns deep in her when someone angers Onasta. Despite her best attempts at holding it in, and Jibasth routinely informs her that she will develop an ulcer if she continues, she will eventually pop and growl at anyone who will listen. Usually that honor is given to her best friend Nicara who makes a habit of keeping all the secrets the fiery rider can trust her with. Many a cup of hot klah has been spilled when Onasta begins gesticulating with her hands during a particularly frustrating story. This anger, however, is like a small volcano blowing its top. Showy and expressive but in her case it is usually short lived, she calms down quickly once she tells others how she feels and deals with her feelings. Apologies often follow her small explosions and she has never once held a grudge against another. Grudges simply are worth her time or health! Indeed the only grudge she has ever borne is towards the silver Threads that took her friends, her family.
Not one to be trifled with, even if joy resurfaces quickly and grudges dissipate in moments, Onasta will not allow her own temper to get in the way of any duty that she has. Even if she must bite her lower lip and hold onto her frustration until a more appropriate moment she will comply to accomplish her goals. Goals that she set in motion when she was very young as she set watching dragons fly through the skies in drills. In order to fulfill those goals she will uphold the rules and traditions passed down by dragonmen from ancient times, though she does believe in hard work overcoming any of the conservative short sights that still pass for common within High Reaches Weyr. Onasta wants some responsibility in her life, the ability to be of service to those around her, though this can sometimes spiral back to her wanting to have some sort of value in her own life.
Unafraid of being around large groups of people and often finding a sort of relief when bathed in the glow of company she will be the first to initiate conversations and show off her good natured personality. Though not outwardly fond of gossip, Onasta enjoys stories that she can add to her repertoire and pass on to eager ears, however she will not pass along anything that seems damaging or hurtful to others. In these situations she is usually admonishing of the one speaking ill, attempting to bring harmony if there is conflict.
No one is sure exactly where Onasta was born, certainly she has no parents to tell her the secret, and if she does know she isn't spoiling the mystique her unknown origin creates. She was Searched by Western Weyr while an orphaned Holdbrat living in Rivercrest Hold where she had been dropped by a pirate ship at age five. Her comings and goings were never exactly controlled so much as noted by the adults around her, no one attempted to control her as a child, in fact they often allowed her to do as she pleased. Good or bad, usually bad. Her dealings with pirates were just beginning, over the course of her years in Rivercrest she would steal, cheat, lie, and otherwise wreak havoc throughout the shops and brothels in the Hold. While anyone from the outside would have believed that she was as evil as any of the pirates she dealt with on a daily basis they would be wrong, the brand that burned fresh on her back showcased that she was the property of a particularly wicked pirate captain who spent quite a bit of time there.
That bit is the only part of her history that anyone knows, told to the dragonrider that Searched her by a shop owner in the earnest attempt to have the rider take the owner's daughter instead. Luckily for Onasta the rider's dragon was much more insistent than the shop owner and she was able to leave the Hold on the back of a large blue dragon. A flight she has never forgotten.
Wind in her face, sunset to the west, the young girl rode her first dragon to Western Weyr and was completely smitten by the life. Her life forever changed as she settled into the routine set by the Candidatemaster. Lessons were new to her and the rules that were suddenly imposed on her had her doubting herself, only one rule had been placed on her as a child, always pay the captain. Now with so many she was overwhelmed, but a small weyrbrat helped her to overcome the worst of it and adapt to life without much issue. Her old habits took some time to break, but she sought to break them before the first Impression she would stand at, wanting badly to Impress a dragon with her strength of character. Nicara, the small weyrbrat she befriended, did her best to aid Onasta every step of the way with her calm demeanor and ability to accomplish most any task set before her. If Onasta's hand slid to relieve someone of a coin, it was Nicara's hand that placed it back almost as quickly.
The two became nearly inseparable, only their schedules pulling them apart to a certain degree. If one was seen without the other it was certain that they were at least close by, keeping an eye on their friend. With Nicara's help, Onasta's skills and confidence steadily grew until she Impressed a large brown hatchling at her second Impression. Jibasth, as she would instantly come to know the hatchling, became Onasta's entire world; everything from his care to training for their eventual flight became her entire reason for being and she relished in the opportunity to learn as much as she could about the growing brown. Nicara was whisked away for a time to learn how to play the violin, something that her quiet and ever present friend excelled at and Onasta was alone. Or rather, entirely too busy training for her fist year to notice the shorter spans of time she could spend with her best friend. It became harder and harder for her to notice the length of time that passed, training relentlessly to attain the goal she picked for herself and her now giant brown dragon. Onasta and Jibasth set their sights on becoming ranking members in their first wing.
Though she briefly lost touch with her best friend, Onasta had no shortage of help in her daily life. Jibasth was of the same mind, her perfect partner, he calmed her when she was angry, laughed and joked with her at both appropriate and inappropriate times, acted as a conscience when she needed a compass. The two excelled at their trainings with few incidents and were eventually placed as a watchrider in her late teens. Placed over Black Sands Hold for a number of turns, Onasta was intensely bored and sought out ways to ease her particular boredom during her guard duties. It was in Black Sands that she learned to sing for both Jibasth and the Watch Wher, both of whom appeared to enjoy it immensely and urged her to continue. Though she never became a Wingsinger she does sing to any dragon around her when she is in the Weyr with Jibasth and likes to think that it calms them.
Name: Jibasth Age: 18 Color: Brown Size: 84' Voice:X ~ Deli Guy/Bob's Burgers Song:Protectors of the Earth ~ Two Steps From Hell Physical Description: Large, broad, and with a wingspan that impresses his rider every time, Jibasth is unashamed of his size and though he does his best not to flaunt it the brown is unafraid of criticism. He just naturally takes up more space than others. Due in part to his own training needs and his rider's hopes and desires he is muscled and kept in peak form constantly. Onasta keeps him well cleaned and oiled, the better to keep him in good health and flying high.
Littered with spots, patches, and whorls of all shapes and sizes, he is instantly recognizable in the sky and these markers have been used to locate him no matter where he flies. Personality: The water to his rider's fire and the conscience she needs during her most unstable moments, Jibasth is a picture of mellow and relaxed. Rare is the situation that upsets his mellow cool and if it does manage to occur he will meet it with every ounce of strength and resolve in his large body. Jibasth is a hard worker by nature and can often be found working towards the good of the Weyr, both with and without his rider. Onasta's beliefs are a mirror for his own ambitions and he works together with her to accomplish any goals they have.
Not the most acrobatic flyer around, he makes up for his shortcomings with stamina to spare and a quick eye for danger. Jibasth has been known to put himself between his rider and the menace of Thread, allowing it to touch his large size rather than hers and popping Between to rid himself of the bite. It is a point of contention that has worn a hole in the both of them, as neither is willing to allow harm to come to the other without a fight. The big brown often wins when in the air, his "dainty speck" of a human often finds it hard to argue when strapped to his sturdy shoulders miles above ground. It is an argument the two continue on the ground.
The arguments of her physical safety aside, he will allow Onasta to run amok and pursue any and all things in life. He serves as her biggest cheerleader and Jibasth has encouraged her every step of the way, and always finds it returned in her endearing love and trust in him. He can see into her past, knows her deepest feelings, and does his best to help her come to grips with the darkness that she tries hard to hide from others. It took years but Jibasth managed to convince her to use her songs to release the past troubles from her heart.
Plus he gets to hear her sing.
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Name: Nicara Age: 28 Nameday: 3548.4.27 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation:Roanasexual(Her girlfriend Roana lol) Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingsecond (Flame's Fury) Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Violinist Voice:X ~ Scarlet Jones/Castle Song:Moonchild ~ King Crimson Physical Description: Though she's of average height Nicara is thin as a whip and holds herself with a regal bearing that she was not born into. Her features are not fine or particularly lovely but she is attractive in her own way. Blue eyes dominate her face just above her high cheekbones and her feathery black hair is usually pulled back into a high tail to keep it out of her way. Emotion is rare on her face and she does her best to keep any feelings from ever impacting the "poker face" she keeps to hide who she is.
Nicara's clothing and style are indicative of the sense of personal control she holds herself in constantly. Nothing she wears is considered stylish by any means; she prefers to stick to useful and practical for a dragonrider. The only time she wore anything that was fancy was when she walked the tables to become a Journeyman. Others have tried in vain to place her in more feminine clothing during her free time and have failed at each attempt. She would rather spend her free time with her dragon or her violin.
After a somewhat botched dive during threadfall, Nicara's right leg wound up wrapped in thread that scored her so badly it left her with a permanent limp. Despite this she doesn't yet need to use anything to help with it, simply she walks far more painfully than before.
Personality: Fiercely loyal and committed to helping the Weyr and any friends, Nicara can be considered an enabler when it comes to certain individuals, especially her best friend or her girlfriend.. If these relationships have given her a more than slight biased towards those with red hair it's only due to an underlying preference towards them in the first place. Usually seen either working, training or simply playing her violin, if any should have a request of her she reacts instantly and can be quite accommodating with her own free time despite other activities. She is intensely attentive to any needs that others might have and is capable of fulfilling nearly all of them thanks to being competent in many fields and very intelligent, but she can be stubborn once she's begun a task and won't stop until either Diesteth talks her down or the task is complete.
It's the intelligence that keeps her from essentially becoming a lap dog to those that might use her skills for their own gain. She can do many things and accomplish any task but refuses to give all of her time to others; rather, she enjoys her own pursuits that bring her happiness and will not allow anything to impede upon them. Her violin is her greatest pursuit, having been a Journeyman before becoming a dragon rider, and she takes any and all opportunities to play it for her own enjoyment. Playing for the Weyr and dragons has taken getting used to, before Impressing she was used to playing for the other inhabitants of the Harper Hall but no one else.
Her emotionless expressions hide a kind heart and a courageous strength that pours from her when in the sky with Thread. She will stop at nothing to see it burned from the sky and she credits her brave blue, Diesteth, with helping her at each step. To others it might seem that she has no ambitions other than to help, but Nicara has ambition to spare and no fear of speaking her mind when her toes are stepped on. It might take quite a lot more to usher her into anger than her best friend but it is by no means a smart move to anger her. Thanks to her intelligence and ability to accomplish just about anything it can border on dangerous to set off her slow burning anger.
With very few exceptions the lazy and dishonest do not do well around her, her ire is not to be trifled with lightly in these regards. Nicara will swiftly deal with their habits if necessary or completely ignore them if not. She holds herself to very high self standards despite her low rank among other dragonriders and if her integrity is called into account she will simply lay the facts of whatever the matter is before those questioning her.
Positive: Hyper-competent, Hard working, Intelligent Negative: Quiet, Withdrawn, Stubborn
History:
Weyrbrat from the moment she was born, or at least as far back as she can remember, Nicara ran around the ankles of dragons and riders as if it were a usual thing for everyone on Pern. She never truly knew her parents, riders that had no time for children but still managed to have her. The Crechemaster assigned her to a foster when she was just a baby and the foster parents had time to instill in her a feeling of love and trust before she began to apprentice at the Harper Hall in the violin. The time she grew up in the Weyr was a vibrant rainbow of dragons that left a mark on her which has shown its way through the music she produces.
One of the defining moments of her childhood happened when a young red head blew into the Weyr on the back of a blue dragon and settled into her life like an anchor. Though she had no use for friends up until that point, she found herself drawn to helping the older girl adapt to life in the Weyr and standing up for her old habits. She noticed very quickly that her new friend was used to a harder life that required a certain type of behavior that was now unnecessary in her new incarnation. Nicara took instant responsibility for her, an unusual occurrence in her normally no-nonsense personality and her foster parents were unable to comprehend her desire to be of aid to a thief.
Her skills with a violin had already begun to blossom and her association with Onasta prompted her foster parents to press her into apprenticeship with the Harper Hall to remove her from what they viewed as a destructive relationship. She was whisked away on the back of her own birth mother’s dragon to the hall where she would spend her next few years in study, away from her friends and away from nearly all the dragons that had inspired her.
Despite being removed from her birthplace as if she were a criminal herself, Nicara hit her rhythm in Fort Hold and came to be an invaluable pupil to her master. It was during her time in the Hall that she went from being a jack-of-all-trades to a hyper-competent and intelligent asset to whomever needed her. Always wishing to be of use to her master in any way possible morphed her into a quiet and nearly mechanical person that simply lived to serve in the best way she knew how. Though she had been quiet before it grew to a new level during her training, her violin became her only form of expression and her songs became more somber as time wore on. It seemed that time passed differently in the hold than it did the Weyr and things were frowned upon there that would otherwise have passed for acceptable in her beloved home.
Applying herself harder in the interest of escaping the atmosphere that had become Fort Hold, Nicara walked the tables to Journeyman at the age of seventeen and immediately left to return to Western Weyr, claiming that she needed inspiration to continue playing and nothing inspired more than dragons. Her return sparked interest in those that had all but forgotten about the quiet shadow that had stood so close to the now seasoned dragon rider, Onasta. Her friend was beyond thrilled to have her back and spoke to the candidatemaster on her behalf immediately, almost completely against her will. For though she had returned to see dragons, her friends and family, Onasta, and the Weyr in general Nicara was not entirely sold on the idea of her having what it took to impress a dragon.
To make everyone happy she agreed to enter as a candidate for the next Impression, but had no intention of doing anything other than watching from the sidelines. Nicara had seen impressions before, but none while standing on the sands swathed in white and was curious to see the reactions that might be had. While she still practiced playing her violin, much to the enjoyment of anyone that happened by, the teenager attended classes with the other candidates and twice deftly avoided standing at Impressions. She was nineteen when Onasta and Jibasth stepped in to ensure she could not skirt her next opportunity and she was ushered rather unceremoniously onto the sands by the candidatemaster when she was taken before to him by the highly amused brown.
Her time on the sands was brief and bloody, scarred on the hip by a small green looking for its mate and her shoulder torn open when a slightly larger blue attacked her and succeeded in pinning her to the ground, she began to panic and look for a way off. It was the keening noise coming from the blue that made her look back, her pain washed away by a feeling of finally being whole for the first time in her life. Tears streamed down her face, a mix of pain and happiness as her newly befriended Diesteth whimpered out apologies and tried licking away her tears.
Although their introduction was colored by blood and pain, Diesteth and Nicara became as inseparable as any rider and dragon pair in the Weyr. They learned together, studied together and practiced together for their eventual flights. Although Nicara was placed in a different wing than Onasta she still acted as a shadow for her, though now she stood out in her own way on the back of her icy blue dragon. Nothing could have made her happier.
Over the turns she and Diesteth began to work as a Searchrider pair, pulling in many candidates that have impressed over turns both at Western and at High Reaches(Thanks to the swap). Despite her dragon's and her own slight affinity towards redheads, something both will deny, they've brought in a variety of candidates on the Search and they have a brimming pride thanks to the experience. On one particularly volatile Search the pair met a fiery redhead named Roana that at first appeared disinterested in coming and then agree in a rush after a disagreement with a family member. Though the entire experience left Nicara ruffled and annoyed, the former pirate turned candidate wormed her way right into her heart and stayed there in secrete for quite some time. While it seemed that the two might never manage to overcome the hurdle of Nicara's withdrawn and reserved nature, alcohol did the trick and took her over the edge that led her to fall straight into Roana's arms. Diesteth's joy at their finally figuring out their attraction had him sniggering at her for months afterwards but it ended soon enough.
On a cool fall day up at High Reaches, Nicara was forced to say goodbye to Roana when she found her lifemate in a different Weyr the same day a Western bronze tore a rift between the two Weyrs with his insults thrown at a queen. Her focus has been razor sharp ever since, wanting to prove that Western is truly one of the best Weyrs on Pern. While she fully understands the repercussions of actions and the length of time she'll have to wait to see her most loved girlfriend again, she and her great blue have responsibilities and distractions from feelings and emotions can get one killed. It has tempered their shared desire.
Name: Diesteth Age: 9 Color: Blue Size: 64' Voice:X ~ Robert Frobisher/Cloud Atlas Song:Hope ~ DYATHON Physical Description: Diesteth resembles a frozen lake viewed in the moonlight, bleeding up into the dark night sky as if it could freeze the sky itself. Nicara often calls him her icicle or refers to how he could be part of the ocean, where dark water met light. His overlapping blue hues are impressive and when seen in flight he looks to be rippling across the sky like a heat haze come to life.
Not as muscled as some dragons, Diesteth is a fine boned creature built for speed and agility, his muscles much more graceful than many dragons of his larger size. He is a good fit for his equally graceful rider and people have commented on their resemblance in an amused manner that confuses the pair despite their best efforts to understand, much to the continued amusement of those commenting. His wings are of an average size and the muscles supporting them much stronger than they would appear, a running theme with the rest of his body. Those muscles do not keep him from flying, quite the contrary he is well adept at spinning, dropping, twisting, and maneuvering around other dragons in general thanks to the fine tune to his body and his slightly longer tail. Personality: Much as his physical attributes can be likened to Nicara’s, Diesteth’s quiet and reflective nature is like a mirror image of his riders. The blue would prefer to watch things unfold from afar with a cool head than be right in the center of drama involving another dragon or rider. Cooler heads prevail in anything as far as he is concerned and he keeps his no matter the situation that arises.
Sensitive to a fault and with a keen eye, the blue works quite well as a search dragon however he can sometimes fall victim to raised emotions which only serves to make him come off as more aloof than he is. However, he's never allowed this to color a Search and has no issue biding his time and waiting to see how things will progress with a potential candidate before making a move, even tempering his rider's own irritation if needed. Much like his rider he has an affinity towards those with red hair and it's been noted by Nicara how many of the candidates he chooses in a Search happen to have that same bright color atop their heads. This is met with an indignant snort of derision and his pointing out yet another.
Friendship and camaraderie come difficultly to this blue but he manages if he's known them for quite some time. Not to say that he won't accept friendship of any type or even take a younger dragon under his wing, Diesteth can be almost nurturing in the right situation, but most have to earn his trust through actions in threadfall or simply with time and temperament.
Nicara of Blue Diesteth HP: 31 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: 13 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 6 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 6 Instinct: 9 Luck: 5
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Name: Bail Age: 36 Nameday: 3540.5.15 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Partysexual (Not really, but she ain’t talkin) Weyr: Other Rider Rank: Mercenary Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Crafter/Assassin Voice:X ~ Tank Girl(Tank Girl) Song:Come Along ~ Vicci Martinez ft Cee Lo Green Physical Description: Tattooed in various places, hair cut atrociously into the worst styles anyone can fathom, eyes constantly bloodshot, and a snarky grin plastered onto heart-shaped face, all part of Bail’s charm. She’s is the image of what a three-day bender looks like on the receding end and manages to hold herself together fairly well despite her wild outlandish ways. If her nose is pierced when you first meet her, it might be hawked for money by the time you see her again. Nothing of value stays with her for long unless it can be used as a weapon, only then does she deem it worthy of keeping around long enough to be used.
Any clothing is usually stolen or acquired in a less than legal manner, in fact this is true of most everything she owns. Her lifestyle makes it hard to hold onto things and now that she must avoid thread Bail sells what she can when she can and generally doesn’t care to explain to others why she looks like a patchwork quilt stitched together by a drunken granny.
Personality: A violent and wild woman that is prone to random acts of drinking, smoking, violence, and partying with pirates. Bail is constantly on the move and always looking for her next mark, picking up jobs in each hold or Weyr that she visits and stealing blind anyone that is foolish enough to do business with her. Loyalty is foolish to her, that’s why she has very few people that she deals directly with outside of Zioneth or the occasional pirate or spy, why get close to anyone and build friendships when they might become her next mark? That being said, Bail does have a few friends on Pern that she made while she was just a child and has hung onto despite her personality becoming the twisted thing it is now.
Her wild side is not restricted just to her jobs but to every aspect of her life. Being a natural thief since she was a child has done nothing to teach her the value of anything that she has, especially since she could replace it or get the money to buy something better very easily. If something isn’t tied down, it isn’t safe around her. It makes surviving much easier than if she were completely alone without a way of finding food or money, however it has its drawbacks when it comes to dealing with the same people time after time.
Somehow others come to Bail when she needs them to and people do gravitate towards her as if she were a magnet. If she needs a job the right person falls in her lap and if she needs a way to unload goods at a local port she, for some reason she cannot explain to others, finds the right person for the job. It could be that her charisma makes up for her deplorable character, or it could be that she seems the correct type for the various jobs she finds herself taking. Having trained as an assassin makes her completely capable for the job of taking care of people, or simply capturing them if she has to and even though she doesn’t talk about it with people she never has a problem finding jobs. Zioneth does his best to keep her from taking too many jobs that might get her black-balled out of any Holds, especially the ones that involve messy killing since she no longer needs to do those things.
No one knows Bail’s real name and given her general attitude towards telling people her history there is absolutely no chance that anyone might hear the real thing anytime soon. All the same, she was born to a couple in Rivercrest and with her birth sealed her mother’s death and changed her father from a loving husband into a drunken nutcase of a father. She suffered under his abuse for over a decade, taught from very young that she was worth nothing and that the opinions of others were dangerous. When Bail ate it was food that she fought for, either with her father or with the local dogs for scraps found in the garbage behind respectable establishments. The physical torture was bad enough that one day she finally up and left, joining the Courtesan Craft Hall at the age of nine and working her way up through the ranks so that she could learn from the best. Her violent ways were played down by her masters who shifted her into a very specialized craft.
While she was deemed smart enough and charismatic enough to become a spymaster, the masters of the Hall pressed her into becoming an assassin. Bail can certainly follow orders and her abusive upbringing in the shadows made her the perfect apprentice for the craft, one that she flourished under despite outwardly claiming to practice Crafting, amusingly enough. Her studies were almost as brutal as her upbringing and while she hated her teachers and all those around her for turning her into the perfect killing machine, Bail swallowed her complaints and learned with the intent to use it for her own devices. She did eventually walk the tables to Journeyman Crafter/Assassin and was given her first few assignments that wound her in holds and Weyrs across the two continents.
Bail met her eventual partner Zioneth by a complete fluke, having never been interested even once in dragons or Impressing it was a mistake. The young woman, just barely into her twenties, was given an assignment to assassinate a trader that had begun to stiff the Holds and Weyrs he did business with, earning him many enemies along the way. Bail had succeeded in gaining his favor by placing herself in his path and allowing her natural magnetism to work its magic in short order. The trader had invited her to come with him to a Weyr, the name of which she learned through her information gathering was Ista, it was a trip to bring much needed medical supplies that he intended to short the riders on. Her conscience was nearly non-existent by that point but she was still disgusted by the man’s desire to short sick and old riders of the medicine that they needed. She had agreed and followed him, seemingly happily, to the Weyr, intending to make his death a swift act of retribution brought about by ill dealings. Much to Bail’s dismay there was a hatching happening that day, a queen from a neighboring Weyr that had laid her clutch in the warmer sands of Ista. Ushered to the hatching grounds to watch, even as an outsider accompanying a trader, Bail watched in amusement as the small and large dragonets sought out their future life partners. It defied all logic to her when words erupted angrily in her mind, demanding that she come down to the sands to meet him. Why was she not down there?
Disturbed and afraid, the woman looked down and locked eyes with a reddish-brown dragonet that yowled loudly in her head and at length about her position above him. Zioneth would continue to yell at her, though not as angrily as time passed, for the rest of their lives together. She was ousted from her previous craft and delivered into the ranks of dragon rider, a rank she’d never once wished to have. Not only had she failed to take out her intended target, but she had Impressed a dragon, and a brown at that! No assassin could be stealthy on a brown, or so her master informed her as he cut her off from the Hall. Taken into the Weyr and taught the ways of a rider, a rank that possessed none of the secrecy that her previous craft had used daily, Bail flailed her way through her first years as a Weyrling and promptly disappeared as a senior weyrling when none watched her movements. Her absence caused a great outcry of shock and horror to the Weyr that had been training her, insulted that she would leave before becoming a fully-fledged rider and the fact that she seemingly disappeared off the face of Pern. What they didn’t know was that she had returned to Rivercrest, intent on using her skills as an assassin to fulfill one last job for herself.
Once in Rivercrest though, her plans changed when she met a pirate that showed a great interest in Zioneth and the fact that she had run from her Weyr. Bail deviated from her plans once she met him and her father, the intended target of her decades long hatred, managed to still suck air down his windpipe, never knowing how close he had come to death. The pair followed the pirate onto his ship and became crew members for a very short time, eventually kicked from the crew for the generalized mayhem and destruction that ran in their colossal wake. Bail and Zioneth cut out on their own once they were kicked form the ship and have made their way as Mercenaries for hire, though the pair are not exactly the cheapest since there are few places where they are exactly welcome. Their capers are known across Pern as being some of the wildest and most despicable. Thread has thrown a wrinkle into their once carefree lives, necessitating movement and sometimes abandoning their jobs early to avoid being scored by the falling white threat. So far the two have stayed well enough ahead of it to avoid any lasting personal damage, but they have seen what Thread has done to Holds all over and the pair often fret about coming in contact with it without the aid of firestone.
Other: There is nothing that Bail won’t do for the power of the almighty mark, but her days of killing people for orders are almost completely past. She’s not above listening to orders if they’re demanded of her, but she’s her own free agent now.
Name: Zioneth Age: 14 Color: Brown Size: 70’ Voice:X ~ Eliot Spencer/Leverage Song:Fight Me ~ Xandria Physical Description: A burly dragon by any standards, Zioneth might not be the largest brown but he is muscled from years on the move and has been kept in good condition despite missing the occasional oiling when his loving rider is waiting for a pay day. His reddish coloring causes double-takes regularly and the light brown markings on his face and neck stand out, almost giving him a regal appearance despite his outlaw nature. He jokes that it is a good thing he is naturally pre-disposed to look dusty, otherwise the dust he does wear would look outrageous. Personality: Don’t stand too close to this particular dragon. Though he might not eat you, he will definitely take a swipe to clear himself of your presence! Zioneth is mean and can play downright dirty when times call for it and in his opinion times always call for it. When he isn’t yelling at Bail he’s commenting on the state of the world around him with colorful language that gentle ears would never withstand without shaking. His temper is shorter than his rider's and it shows in his actions, prone to boredom if a job is taking too long Bail runs the risk of being left behind when the dragon leaves abruptly. They have had lengthy conversations about it.
He's not without his loyalty to his rider, but Zioneth doesn’t care for the loyalty of others and certainly shows no interest in dealing with them. Other dragons are his enemy and he will only risk going around them when the occasional gold dragon rises, otherwise he steers clear of them and any attempt at contact is met with snarling and violence. Dragons have tried in the past to get him to listen to them, to get him to return to a Weyr, especially with the sudden and devastating appearance of Thread in the sky once more.
Zioneth’s swift retreats Between have managed to save the pair each time the threat of Thread looms, but the large dragon often stresses that his rider will push herself too hard on a job one day and get the pair of them killed by the falling dangers. This has him watching the sky and listening to the advice of the loathsome watchwhers at each Hold, trying to stay one step ahead of the fall and the dragons and riders that inevitably come along withttps://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/posting.php#h its appearance.
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Name: Moak Age: 31 Nameday: 3545.6.27 - Assumed Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Weyr: Other(Stops by Zanoma Camp and also kinda Southern Weyr) Rider Rank: Explorer Previous Rank/Craft: Apprentice Tide & Currents Keeper Voice:X ~ Tracy Chapman Song:Master of Tides ~ Lindsey Stirling Physical Description: Dark skin, wild hair, and hazel eyes that tend towards gold give this island hopping explorer a distinctive appearance when seen in a crowd. Dark brown hair flies loose from her thick knotted braid and bangs are often swept back by the wind, styled stiffly upward by the salt spray. Facial features darkened by sunlight show evidence of freckles and scars skate down her right cheek to a square jaw as strong as that of any man in a fight, and she has been in fights. Moak's face generally cracks into an easy smile during flight or a brawl, but her heavy brows and full lips can morph into an impressive scowl given the correct circumstances. No one wants to be caught in the hazel eyed glare if they can help it, as it usually acts as a precursor to a swinging left hook.
Though she stands a modest 5'7" she has never been intimidated by larger men or women and has been known to sweep at legs intentionally to drag them down to her level if insulted. Every scar on her dark skin was received in fights and they litter her arms and shoulders alongside white crystallized patches of ocean salt. Her patched and darned clothing bears the same salty proof of her exploring ways and over the years has become quite sun bleached from days spent abroad a dragon or on scorching sands. If Moak cared for such trivial things she might actually try and replace her clothing, but the only thing that she has ever bothered to keep even remotely intact was a single cloak that still hangs from her shoulders and has served as everything from a rain cover to a sail for a boat. Personality: You would be forgiven if you first met her and thought of Moak as nothing more than a violent thug that enjoys not taking regular baths, drinking far too much alcohol, and getting into fights with little provocation. Mostly because she does do all of these things without a thought to the judgement she may receive and has never once cared to worry about watchful eyes. Complete truth told, Moak is also vibrant, helpful, and selfless when put in the right situations. If you were caught in Threadfall she and her swift blue would be the first to pop out of Between to try and help save you, if they were in the general area of distress of course. For as much as she cares and does her best to help, she can't help everyone and her wild nature distracts her into disappearing for extended periods of time while she's following a current or school of fish. Sometimes it's something as simple as a breeze that drifts her way and she's off to follow where it blows, heedless to danger that may present itself.
Moak's love of water drags her out and away from many continents but also has her finding many islands and places off Pern's official map. She tends to stock up for a week or so on things she cannot get access to on the islands and stays there for extended times taking notes about the currents tides at certain times of the day and week.
Due to her wandering nature and the explorations she takes out over open water, Moak has taken to drawing locations to use as compass points for her hops Between and has had great successes using them as memory devices. Though there was never really a chance for her to do anything with it in Tillek Hold and certainly no one that could teach her how to use her skills, she practiced alone to further her own artistic talent and has many times caught the attentions of even a traveling Harper with her incredibly realistic sketches. These sketches are usually of places and landmarks but she can also draw people well enough to sell when she is in need of a few spare marks to get her from Hold to Hold.
Even if she has a tendency to be in a predominantly good mood anything that goes against her general nature can cause her eyes to narrow and her fists to fly without much provocation at all. In fact she enjoys looking for the odd fight when the right mood catches her and has gone out looking for one in some of the rowdier Holds like Bitra and even Zanoma Camp's constantly changing location. Moak's rules in a fight is that nothing gets broken other than bones or teeth, no respectful or disrespectful business operator should have to constantly be replacing things due to her rows and she only uses her own fists and body in a fight despite what her opponent might employ. If someone wants to fight inside she'll kick them outside and stomp them into the dirt to remind them to respect the establishment!
Many a Weyr and Hold has reached out to the rider and her blue with the return of Thread but authority and rules don't fit her well and her memories of being kicked out of Tillek Hold often foul any attempts anyone makes to bring her into fighting formation. Moak does not want anything to do with Weyrs that want to keep her from exploration but she has helped Zanoma Camp more than once on raids that put firestone into the hands of those riders and dragons that need it to keep the small and mobile camp safe. However she does not show any allegiance to the group outside of occasionally utilizing them during Threadfall and helping them to move from place to place when necessary. Certainly she would never admit to helping them steal even if she has used the firestone before herself, if only once or twice, but she does admit to finding them helpful as she is a fellow blue rider.
Tillek Hold could never hold her! At least that's what Moak tells everyone that'll listen. This girl was found on the edges of Tillek Hold staring out towards the water around the tender age of two or three and to the horror of everyone involved they truly believed that she might be the daughter of a pirate. In fact it's quite possible that she is, but this she wouldn't find out until much later in life, long after Tillek and Southern Weyr were behind her. Always drawn to the water and ocean from a very young age she wanted nothing more that to explore every inch of it's surface around Pern and made her desires known to everyone. Moak could be found swimming even on the most cool of days and as a child was plucked up from the water lest she become sick. These moments planted the seeds that would one day become the roots of her displeasure and sometimes outright hatred for any figure of authority.
Months bled into years within the strict Hold and the adventurous girl was shoved into the lifestyle much like a square peg being battered into a round hole. Flaming anger began to burn beneath her skin and where she had once been a friendly often smiling child Moak had become an angry prepubescent that only participated in any teachings or duties if forced. Hauling buckets of fish, sweeping, mopping, and scrubbing the decks of any boat or ship that paid her 'so called' adopted parents was her only life and if she stepped out of line she was punished with a fist to the head. If she ever once dreamed that opportunity would land in her lap she kept the thoughts close to her chest and well out of her heart, pain and a deep pining ache to explore the oceans and lands outside the walls of her Hold was all she knew.
Opportunity did come to the doorstep of her miserable home though. One night after her 'father' laid a hand to her in public with witnesses all around a man appeared in the doorway to their home with not so much an offer as a demand. Release the girl into his service as an Apprentice or be thrown from the Hold with their crimes to forever follow them in disgrace. The couple acquiesced, the only favor that they had ever done for her. Once free of the pair she was forced into a new life somewhat against her will, but in this case she at least was free from the physical punishment she had endured for nearly five years. The man's name was Ramez, he worked as a Master Tide and Currents Keeper for Tillek Hold and had been keeping an eye on the girl that had shown such an interest in exploring the waters of Pern. Apprenticed to him now and for what Moak believed might be forever, the girl did her best to develop her skills in the craft even if she were still tied to just one place and Turns passed under his tutelage.
Flourishing under his teachings was easy, she soaked up anything that had to do with the water and kept meticulous records that rivaled her masters own. Keeping herself out of confrontations that had lead to more than one fight on the deck of her master's ship was altogether harder. Reprimands and punishment of a brutal sort followed her fights that became more and more frequent as Turns passed and her master finally sat her down to explain why she would be kicked from the hold if she continued to behave violently. Though brilliant as an apprentice and certain to walk the tables to a journeyman, her constant need to fight with anyone that made her even lightly frustrated could cause her to lose everything. Ramez did not wish that on her, knowing the lifestyle that she had been raised in likely was the culprit and that the ghosts of her painful past could still destroy her future for her. To her credit Moak did try to keep herself restrained, more than once slamming her bleeding fists into the mast of the ship rather than a face, but it only lasted a few months before she finally struck out in anger once more.
Removed from the ship and then removed from Tillek, though she was still young and had no place to go, Moak's violence mixed with the suspicious circumstances that first brought her to the edge of the Hold was what dismissed her in exile. Nowhere to go and certainly no one around to help a teenage castoff, she was alone for the first time in her life and unsure where to go. Unsure feet took her down the only road she could see towards the southern part of the continent, following the heat and the ocean's edge until she bumped into a caravan willing to take her further south to Southern Boll. Despite her confusion at being taken into another Hold she tried to blend in with the locals, taking odd jobs and drudgework that enabled her to eat even if it flew in the face of her general beliefs.
Her years in the apprenticeship as a Tide and Currents Keeper found her working aboard more than one ship that traveled between the Continents, taking her on brief but life changing explorations that would turn her into the island hopping adult she was about to become. Her skills grew and grew with each passage she took but her skills and blossoming good looks drew the attention of those that knew she was alone and suddenly wild lifestyle placed her in a dangerous position. Taking a job offer while in Rivercrest from a captain that promised to take her to some of the eastern Islands, Moak's excitement turned to horror when she was taken captive while on the open waters and unable to escape, no amount of fighting could save her from an entire crew. Her life from that moment onward was different and colored by the inexcusable treatment she endured and the despicable things forced upon both her mind and body. Even though they made port four times in the two years she was held captive she was never certain of what happened around her, two years had forced her into her own mind and despite being aware that she was not the only woman being used this way aboard the ship, she felt alone.
Eventually she passed hands to a very different type of captor, the dragon rider made certain that she was bought with complete freedom and upon arriving in Southern Weyr she was left in their care and the rider disappeared. It took months for a mind healer and the kindness of others to draw Moak back out from the nightmare she'd been living and longer yet to come to grips with the fact that she had been saved from that place. Her violence during her healing came back swiftly but the gentle kindness of the riders and Lower Caverns workers in the Weyr brought her from the edge her forced pain and insanity back to herself and away from her past. Fragile for months afterwards she was taken in by a rider that was willing to help her and teach her, willing to feed and comfort her when she became so angry that she lashed out at the world. Knowing what was coming, knowing how she needed help from a source outside humans, the rider that helped her took her to the Sands when a hatching began, hoping only to show her what it looked like to see someone Impress to a dragon. Never knowing that her partner, the soul that would drag her from the darkness of her own, would break through his shell that day and scream.
Itharath spilled onto the sands of Pern screaming in anger that he couldn't find her nearby. Responding to the screams by blinking and looking down at the angry little dark blue dragon, Moak felt something move within herself and she laughed for the first time in almost three years. The seventeen year old girl bent over double laughing and laughing as the screams met her ears and began to make sense to her as the cheers of freedom that they were. Her heart responded instantly to her new hatchling and from the moment they were together they were inseparable, but they were also incorrigible in their need to explore every inch of the Southern Continent and break every rule the previously out of work Weyrlingmaster had. By some blessing they weren't kicked out of Southern but their desire to explore everything took them out of any training rotation that they might have put her in after her initial Weyrling training, rendering her useless to any wing that might have taken her in. Luckily Southern in those days was merely a place to relax and communicate with other riders who were, in some cases, exploring as much as the pair were.
After meeting a few of those riders that suggested the western Continent and island chain to her as a good place to explore, Moak and Itharath took off to see them and plot out any points they could use by following the Continental Currents she knew so well. Once landing on the western continent they found a brand new side of Pern they hadn't seen yet and they went completely wild mapping out every edge of the coast and tide they could. The two often stop in Zanoma Camp and after the return of Thread have been known to return to it more and more often in order to help the members move and defend it. Other: Moak's got a specific risk she runs with her art-based memory jumps Between. To quote Masterharper:
"And if you ever wanted the dragon to jump Between based on a visual that Moak isn't thinking about, just base it on an image, we ask you roll a D-10.
If it's got a fixed stone landmark (or some landmark that wouldn't change during the seasons and stuff) then rolling a 1 will get them lost Between.
If it doesn't have a fixed landmark, then rolling a 1-3 will get them lost Between."
This runs her the risk of dying so it'll only be under the most dire of consequences that she doesn't actually jump with a literal memory.
Name: Itharath Age: 14 Color: Blue Size: 53' Voice:X ~ Lee Scoresby/The Golden Compass Song:Fuel ~ Metallica Physical Description: A ropy dark blue dragon with even darker blue wings, Itharath is blessed with an odd assortment of spots along his upper back and sides that resemble bubbles to some and eclipsed moons to others. His dark coloring and odd markings make his ability to disappear as if never there an odd trick but one that he pulls off effortlessly non-the-less. His almost squatty height makes him look all the longer and it seems that the dragon is all thin chest and long tail when he's in the air, short wings pumping to keep his twining body aloft. But that long body gives Itharath the ability to slip into places impossible for larger dragons to enter as well as making him fleet in the sky with the ability to fly quickly and twisting in the air. This ability comes in handy now that Thread has returned and the two continue their explorations. Personality: Nothing, nothing at all is fast enough for this blue dragon who has a tendency to get extremely angry when he's held back and forced to do something that he deems slow and boring. Itharath wants to be flying all the time, he even gets irritated if his rider oversleeps and keeps him from exploring more and more of the world. Every morning is a blessing and every day is a chance to see something new and chase after the edge of the world as fast as he can. Don't hold him back, you won't get bitten or attacked but it'll be one of the last things you'll ever do before his dark wings pull him away quickly. He hates being held in one spot for more than necessary and generally views authority as the reason that he was stuck in a Weyr for so long as well as his egg. Moak has tried to tell him differently.
With a bad habit of racing currents and getting them lost thanks to his going so quickly he has become incredibly adept at popping between with only a drawing to go off of to trigger a memory. The first few times the pair tried it there was fear that they might actually get lost forever Between but the more they do it the better Moak gets at drawing and the better the images they have to use in order to remember landmarks and settings. Drawings have saved them many times and gotten the pair away from Thread and back to help Zanoma Camp move just in time on more than one occasion as well.
Though his rider has a violent temper and a need to get in a fight more often than not, this blue does not. Instead he'd rather pull her away from such things and take off but he knows full well that her fights are not over until she either wins or loses but he'll try all the same. Even if it's just thoughts of discontent and comments about how drunken fighting is useless.
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Name: D'ast (Formerly Dastane) Age: 53 Nameday: 3523.12.19 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (Married to Alythrae) Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (Burning Aces) Previous Rank/Craft: Apprentice Miner Voice:X ~ Spike Spiegel/Cowboy Bebop(English Dub) Song:Fade In/Fade Out ~ Nothing More Physical Description: Standing at 6'2" he isn't the tallest man at the Weyr but thanks to his quiet and solid presence D'ast can easily fill a room just by walking into it. Broad across the chest and thick in both arms and legs, his waist is getting softer with age but nothing about him screams lazy or sloppy. The muscles that stand out in his arms were built and defined by years in riding gear and his core muscles are just as tight. Dark brown hair touched by silver at the temples is cropped closely to his head, though it's more out of necessity as his wife would rather he grow it out long, and he keeps his facial hair groomed tight as well. However he's let it grow out long before, in both cases, to appease Alythrae's desires. Though lines now pull at the edges of his eyes and mouth his features are strong and his heavy dark eyes catch just as much now as they did when his children were growing up.
Scars from Thread touch his skin around the shoulders and waist, proof that he and his dragon are capable of bouncing Between with solid targets in mind very quickly. Though his riding gear was thick the scars from the first day of fall prove how even those most prepared could be caught off guard by the falling danger. Lucky for him these are the only scars he bears and any other proof of hard life comes in the form of callouses earned during his years as an apprentice and from riding his dragon.
D'ast's clothing choices range anywhere from practical to simply useful, the former being more common as he's not given the opportunity to dress to catastrophically, lest he embarrass his wife or daughters. The riding jacket that rests on his shoulders at all times shows patching and stitches that pull it back together from Threadscores, dragon and fire lizard claws, and any other number of disasters that have met it. The thick wherhide is soft from decades of use and it has been worn by the women in his life more than once on snowy days. Personality: Silence is D'ast's general nature, he's more than willing to let his more outgoing wife speak for him as he sits back and watches the situation happen around him. Especially if there's food in front of him, there have been jokes that he's got his own bubble when eating, preferring to focus rather than take part in the conversations that range from aimless to downright wild. That silent reserve does not mean he doesn't speak but rather that he has learned when and where to express his own sometimes judgey opinions. They can get him in trouble if he announces them to the world without letting his brain mull them over first, and experience has taught him that others don't like them so much when they're blurted out with no explanation. For these reasons and the nature of the Weyr he lives in, D'ast keeps a careful lock on his tongue, even if Zetigeth knows them all he isn't talking.
Judgement aside he is an incredibly kind individual with no issue giving his time or skills to the betterment of his home and those around him. If he's strong it's for his children, if he works harder and longer than anyone else in his wing it's because he loves his wife, if he's up late into the night it's taking care of Zetigeth so his dragon will always know that he comes first no matter what or who comes into his life. Marks mean little to nothing to him if he can't make his family happy and he'll give them to his children any time he thinks they might need them, be it for riding gear, clothing or anything else. His only requirement is that they use it on themselves and nothing else! In fact he'd just be happy to have them around, his love of his family larger than almost anything in his life, save maybe his stalwart brown who loves them just as much.
Once in the air he's the most ruthless and relentless rider in his wing, his dragon capable of executing quick maneuvers and seamlessly responding to orders as if the two were one being rather than two. In many ways they are one being when fighting Thread and will bravely work their hardest to keep their wingmates safe by compensating for anything and everything that they can. The only thing that their wingleader might mention is the stubborn streak that has them nearly overworking themselves into an exhaustive state, something they've been trying to work on with age as more things ache than they used to. All the berating in the world can't keep them from fighting though and even at the beginning of his fifth decade he'll be the first to tell any new rider that his experience trumps their youth, his dragon hasn't lost any speed!
Forgotten son of a rider and his one night stand with a woman, as soon as he was born Dastane was abandoned by the woman who disappeared from Crom under mysterious circumstances. A couple well into their sixth decade took him in when his father never appeared, they had never been able to have children of their own and so they raised him the best that they could having no experience. They were the ones that gave him his name and they were the ones that made sure he was filled with love everyday, teaching him the truth that love is something you fill yourself with to give to others in the form of your words and actions rather than physical things. Dastane's favorite thing was to spend time with them over meals and doing things together, his mother's creative nature and his father's hard working strength taught him all he needed to know about life before they left him one by one. His mother, close to her seventh decade passed away from a sickness in her lungs that took her slowly, she explained how things were going to go and though his heart broke he was prepared. When she left she took her husband's heart with her but he continued to love his son and faced with his own mortality, began to teach him at the tender age of seven the nature of hard work. While he was too young to become an apprentice he hung around his father's ankles right up until he went into the mines and helped the men by carrying things that they might need back and forth.
A few years passed and just as he was about to accept an apprenticeship with the Mining Hall his father passed away in his sleep, the much loved man's friends and co-workers stated that it was from a broken heart. Torn apart inside but forced into the apprenticeship anyway with no family remaining, Dastane took one of his mother's bracelets and a rope that belonged to his father as the only belongings he needed other than clothing and left the home that loved him behind. Life in the mining hall was harder and colder than he expected, though the young boy believed that might have been due to the still burning loss of his parents, and he did his best to stay afloat in the classes and teachings. Having never learned formally before he was in for a cool reminder of how life worked when the other children in the hall decided not to help the quiet newcomer who chose from day one not to talk about his life. Though their lack of help and camaraderie made him sad he buckled down and learned quickly enough to make his way into the mine within a year rather than helping from above as he had been. The years passed by in the mine, dust and hard work were his life every day and he never once chose to complain, though he began to pass a silent kind of judgement on those that slacked off and played around.
One day he was coming up from the mines when a large brown dragon caused him to pull up short at the entrance, it struck it's large nose down into his soot covered face and informed him that he had been waiting rather impatiently for him to surface. Utterly confused the boy tried to back into the mine again but was approached by a running rider that laughed at his expression and quickly offered him the chance to come to the Weyr as a young Candidate for a hatching. Between the dragon's quips and the laughter coming from it's young rider, Dastane understandably began to decline the opportunity to stand, however his Master arrived on the scene of confusion and explained to him what was happening. Once everything was set straight he hesitantly accepted, his older and wiser master having told him the odds of Impressing a dragonet and the schooling that he would learn in the Weyr. With barely anything to take with him he left that minute, covered in mining soot and utterly unprepared for the flight though it took his breath away all the same. Never once had he been so high and the experience left him wanting more as soon as he could get it. Luckily he had a very short time to wait, the hatching happening within days of his arrival and a rainbow pair of eyes shining square into his soul sooner than he had ever imagined they would. Zetigeth was the best thing he'd ever experienced, taking the pain of his losses and easing them with love and understanding so strong that he was filled with the constant strength coming from two extra hearts.
It was the start of a partnership that lifted him up as high as the clouds from the age of fifteen onward and D'ast still hasn't come fully down from it. He and his dragon learned quickly and participated in drills and flight training as often as they were allowed once free of their Weyrling training. Zetigeth taught him things about life that he hadn't known before and boosted his already calm confidence with waves of loving support he hadn't felt since the death of his parents and the soft brown dragon took his drive and bravery into himself with each practice flight they participated in. They did everything together and everything one afternoon included a tanned woman with a beautiful rising green who's flight and heart the two of them won in a whirlwind of beating hearts. Nine months later his first two children, a pair of twins, were born and D'ast rose to the occasion without a single thought. Alythrae had wanted to keep the twins as it was rather than hand them over to the Creche, having always wanted children, and he echoed her sentiments with a desire to build a family like his parents would have always wanted to do themselves. This desire lead to many more children, some biological and others adopted by his wife or himself from the Creche, and expanded their loving family over the years. Through all of it the pair have stayed committed to loving one another and their children, teaching them everything that they can to make them strong members of the Weyr or supporting them in any endeavor they wish to pursue, rider or otherwise.
Name: Zetigeth Age: 38 Color: Brown Size: 68' Voice:X ~ Cobra Bubbles/Lilo And Stitch Song:I Will Protect You ~ Korn Physical Description: Soft in color and size, Zetigeth is a gentle sand color with darker colors on his back and stripes leading back from his eyes and up from his clawed feet. While he isn't as big as some of those of his color he is built strong and tall with wide wings and strong claws that can give him a quick uplift when needed. He is a strong flier and acrobatic when fighting thread but can sometimes wear out if pushed to extremes in the High Altitude wings but his stamina comes back quickly with a short break and the lower wings never exhaust him no matter how hard he works. Personality: To find a more devoted dragon you would have to scout Pern quite hard. Whether it's the love he holds for his rider, his undying devotion to his green mate, or the overprotective and nurturing nature of his relationships with D'ast's many children, Zetigeth gives his heart and strength to any that might need or simply want it. While not the biggest dragon in the sky he is certainly the most relentless in his duties and that falls back directly to his big hearts that beat for everyone. The Weyr is his home and he'll put his life on the line to protect it and the people that live there, though he would hardly let his beloved rider share the same risks. Losing D'ast would kill him, same with any other dragon but he frets every flight about it and because of these worries has become quite the flying ace to make up for it, able to respond to commands as swiftly as they come by channeling anxiety into motion.
Should harm come to him during his duties serving High Reaches Zetigeth will do all he can to reassure his rider and wing mates that the injuries are minor, even if deeply scored in dangerous places. Though he'll open up to his rider eventually he would rather save him the strife and many an argument has been had over his self sacrificing temperament. None of them have ever amounted to much, as his overwhelming love for his rider often wins the battle in the end, no matter how much arguing was had. It's a bad habit of his to only half listen to anything when he's on the ground anyway, usually having his attention torn between the people that he loves.
Despite his deep adoration of his green lady Tarmath, this brown will still chase after a golden queen even if he questions himself and often falters. As it stands he has only ever caught greens, but he ceased chasing them when he saw his lady love rise for the first time and he has caught her multiple times in the past, sometimes even scooping her from the waiting claws of another at the last moment before her dive. Tarmath has been his love since he first laid his swirling purple eyes on her and Zetigeth has little intention of letting her slip through his waiting claws any time in the future.
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Alythrae ~ Beloved wife and first love in his life(Followed closely by all their children) Ashlyn ~ Eldest and first daughter - Dea and #Teddy# Ash'il ~ Eldest and first son - Dea and #Teddy# Demanthra ~ Second daughter - Dea and #Teddy# Kinyegele ~ Youngest daughter, sweetest baby - demon_pachabel
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Burning Aces D'ast of Brown Zetigeth HP: 34 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: 7 Flame Length: 12 General Stamina: 6 General Agility: 9 Between Accuracy: 6 Pain Resilience: 11 Instinct: 8 Luck: 8
Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2020 11:30 pm
Name: Alythrae Age: 55 Nameday: 3521.1.20 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (Married to D'ast) Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (Trespassers) Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Dessert Specialist Voice:X ~ Sandy/Grease Song:I Lived ~ One Republic Physical Description: If she stands at 5'1" it's by the tip of her high slowly silvering but honey brown ponytail that she seems to always keep her hair in while riding. When not riding on Tarmath her hair can be in any number of styles, some of which she practiced on her daughters and some of which were taught to her by her own mother so many years ago. When it's tied into knots of any sort her silver stands out greater and despite her vanity she seems to be fond of the glitter it brings to her normally base toned hair. Not one to wear makeup as a child she does occasionally wear it as an adult, hoping to cover up the slowly forming feathery lines on her face. D'ast tells her quite often that she is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and though she is loath to believe him she's never found a reason not to do so either. Her large green eyes narrow when she's laughing and match the crinkle that happens to her lightly freckled nose, both of these giving her an impish look that have others laughing uproariously alongside her.
Tanned by the sun from her years working at Benden Hold as an apprentice Vintner it never left her once she became a rider, giving her a bright glow full of light freckles that reminds people of summer even in the middle of winter. Her smile alone can do that, white against her tan skin, it pulls up towards her ears widely and gets everyone around her to smile too. Alythrae's entire being seems to be steeped in sunlight and the smell of vegetation even in a stone Weyr.
Rider or not this sprite of a woman loves to dress fancy! Every day is an excuse to look her best and she'll switch out of a dress into a wherhide jacket, or her husband's jacket thank you, if she needs to but it is always grudgingly. More than once her beloved husband has actually thrown the jacket over her shoulders when she dressed a bit too cool on a feast night to show off another beautiful dress. Flowing skirts and dresses are her favorites, but she feels just as comfortable in them as in a pair of thick boots and protective riding clothes while strapped into her riding gear many miles above the ground. Personality: Look out world here she comes with a happy laugh and a bright smile to fill your day! Alythrae's excuse to have a good time is that she woke up this morning and the sun was out, or the rain was beautiful, or she got to hear one of her daughter's sing. Everything makes her happy and everything makes her smile, an infectious habit of hers that has managed to get even the most stoic of people crack at least a grin in response over the years. If it goes a little overboard it can sometimes be reined in by her husband, D'ast often being the calmer of the two with his reserved kindness, but she does try to be respectful of others emotions. She needs that happiness though and clings to it when the worst happens, though it sometimes can be something as simple as remembering how old her daughters are or how beautiful they've grown up to be that has her clinging to that joy like a drug.
This needy nature is balanced by her confidence most of the time but the two thread their way through her being every day, with one sometimes winning over the other. When neediness hits she often goes to spend time with her gentle green Tarmath, knowing that her dragon will understand that emotion all too well and wrap her in enough love to calm that particular emotion. The two are a perfect balance, just as she found the perfect balance with her husband's kindness, and her giving heart boosts her up to show all the love to her family that she can. Every moment she spends with her daughters is a chance to learn something new about their growing personalities... and possibly feed them. Or make them something beautiful to wear for their next big event or gathering. Anything that she can give them makes her happy and she adores her big family so much that she'd do anything for them!
That being said, she can sometimes become jealous if those around her get distracted by things she herself might not care for or approve of. If she sinks into one of these states of jealousy she'll look to her own flaws as if they caused the initial thing that made her jealous, her vanity always growing each time until she's reassured. Reassurance generally comes form her dragon but with her friendly and giving personality there are more than enough people to tell her otherwise as well. Even if she falls into these ruts she'll drag herself back up rather quickly and then apologize endlessly for lapsing into them in the first place, especially if it was brought about by a specific person.
Positive Trait List: Vibrant, Confident, Affable, Giving Negative Trait List: Prone to Jealousy, Needy, Vain
History:
Daughter of two farmers that raised her and her two younger sisters in an outer-lying hold near Benden Hold, the feisty blonde girl had her hands and feet in dirt from the time she was born which lead her to eventually becoming a Vintner. From the day that she could walk her parents taught her the beauty that came from green and nature and just how much joy could be had from spending time around it and Alythrae took to it like a fish born into water. Everything that she could absorb from the pair she did with gusto and though there were days that she stopped to take care of her younger siblings so that her parents could continue to farm and feed them, she always found a way to spend her days outside rather than cooped up inside the walls of the hold. Before long she was allowed to tend to the fields, learning different techniques and absorbing the teachings her father gave her that included ways to sprout seeds and coax plants into maturity that lead to more robust vegetable offerings. It was no surprise to the couple that she would eventually go on to apprentice with Benden Hold as a Vintner as soon as she came of age, though they were happy that she didn't wander too far from home in her endeavors.
Once she ended up in Benden Hold with an apprenticeship as a Dessert Specialist, she flourished quickly and became one of her master's favorite. Though she missed her family dearly she learned to love every day that she got to walk through the vineyards and every chance she got to experiment with something new, and experiment she did. Many a Turn passed with her testing, tasting, mashing, clipping, and learning every step of the vintner process that she had chosen to follow. Sun tanned her, wind chapped her, and rain refreshed her as she spent her days in the fields at the beginning but she came to spend even her later training out in the open as much as she could. Once she walked the tables to Journeyman it was of no surprise to anyone that she spent her days outside as much as possible, letting the very sunlight itself touch every aspect of her growing and being just as wild as she was born. Alythrae worked with others to create her dessert finest and had two strains of vintage by her early twenties when she met a bronze rider that was impressed by her vivacious presence. It came about that the rider was there to pick up wine, an attempt to wine and dine someone special to him, but he hadn't been on an official search when his dragon showed an interest in her. Despite his reservations the rider offered to take her with him to stand as a Candidate, the opportunity to serve Pern and spend her days riding through the sky enticed her.
Already a Journeyman but desiring to see more of the world, Alythrae lept at the opportunity to see High Reaches Weyr, any Weyr really, and accepted his offer without a single thought. If it came about that she didn't Impress she could always return to her passions as a vintner anyway and many in the Holds like herself had grown up knowing that they had little chance of becoming a Candidate, much less Impressing a dragon. Once at High Reaches she was shocked to see how different it was from the shining green of her Holds and a part of her dimmed when she was forced into classrooms made of stone. The blonde that had at one time had a glow as bright as the sun in the sky darkened until she stood for her very first Hatching and saw some of the joy and terror that waited there on the burning sands for her. Though she didn't Impress that first time, she threw herself into her studies, wanting to learn as much about the large dragons around her as she could, wanting to know what made them tick and exactly how many of them loved to spend their days outside. Alythrae saw freedom on their wings, a rainbow of emotions in their beautiful faceted eyes, and power in their strong bodies that trained to defend Pern. The members of the Weyr believed fully in the return of Thread and despite herself she found herself understanding their desires to stay as strong and trained as they could to meet the age old menace should it ever return.
Standing for a second time she finally met her perfect match in a mellow green that ran towards her begging to fly from the moment that she hatched her shell. Tarmath was everything that Aly could ever hope for, her heart swelled as she grew and the sleepy dragon finally showed her true colors when they were given the chance to fly for the first time. Together they soared on the green's strong wings and though she had often seemed downright lazy to the active girl before, Tarmath showed her entire settling win that underestimating her would prove to be foolish for all involved. Learning faster and flying higher than any of her more boisterous siblings right out of the gate, weariness seemed to avoid her and fears of speed and agility made her hard to manage and catch. It frustrated her trainers and masters but it caused her newly minted rider to laugh and laugh for days with joy. Suddenly the pair knew who they were and where they belonged in the hierarchy of the Weyr that both were still new to and it was to fight. From that day forward the pair were riders and nothing could stop them from fighting.
Though she never seemed active enough for it, against the beliefs of everyone that knew her, Tarmath rose in her second year for the first time and took her would-be suitors on a dizzying dance around the mountains of High Reaches one morning. While it seemed that even the strongest of browns were too slow or lacked the agility to catch her, it was into the claws of a brown that she finally fell, meeting the dragon that would become her life mate and unintentionally helping her rider to meet her future husband. Alythrae gave birth to a set of twins less than a Turn later and was excited to start her own family, though she was uncertain of how to raise them as a dragon rider when her heart told her that Tarmath came first. To her delight and relief, the rider she had spent her flight with willingly kept them as well, hoping to build a family that he had never had himself. Through her delight and joy came many more children, some born and others adopted from the Creche but all her children and all special to her, new stories that would grow to defend Pern with the return of it's deadly enemy.
Name: Tarmath Age: 33 Color: Green Size: 56' Voice:X ~ Cathy Moriarty Song:Path Vol. II ~ Apocalyptica Physical Description: This green is prone to being a bit overweight, something that has gotten her rider to take her on extended flights to keep her in shape and in fighting form, however she'll still move a little bit slower than other dragons when on the ground. Tarmath's spotty back and soft green underbelly make her look even softer than she actually is, but as long as she's been exercising she is nothing but muscle that keeps her in the air. Despite her ease of being overweight this large green can streak through the sky when she rises and can outfly some of the smaller blue males.
Thanks to recent threadfall and an accident involving a Between attempt that wound she and her rider up in a cloud of thread that had been blown into the area moments before, Tarmath is covered in scars and missing her right eye. The scars range from heavy on her face and back to light on her stomach and legs where she'd managed to ball herself before she lost consciousness and fell from the fight. Both of her wings are tattered a bit with holes and shreds through them. Personality: Not particularly outgoing while on the ground, Tarmath has quite the dual personality once she takes to the air. While on the ground she can be complacent and mellow, prone to falling asleep and laying down to watch the youngest children while they grew up. One of her greatest joys was keeping an eye on the smallest of her rider's children as they grew and learned and lived, being a constant protector over them when they needed it. Once she's in the air however, this dragon is completely different. Focused and driven to fight Thread until the very last beat her wings can take she's been told that she pushes it too far by both her rider and the wingleader that really does think she goes too far. Tarmath can fly for nearly an entire fall with her drive but is often cycled out before she's willing and can be somewhat gruff and violent when pulled away from fighting to rest.
Once her feet touch the ground she's back to normal though, quite happy and once again a sleepy mellow dragon that allows the world to move around her. This dual nature compliments her rider who can sometimes be hesitant in the air but boisterous on the ground, making them work best together when up in fighting formation as Tarmath's drive and Alythrae's reservations are a perfect balance. If asked the green will tell everyone that she never expected to meet her match on the sands after she hatched, having looked through all of them a few times. Once she saw her beloved blonde life-mate she never looked back, instantly abandoning her thoughts of going Between and devoting her life to making the girl's better.
When she rises this green is fast and wicked, taking her would be suitors on a dizzying dance through the sky as high as she can before falling, always aiming towards Zetigeth's claws no matter who is the quickest. They don't last very long but they have worn out many a blue and brown dragon in the past.
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Alythrae ~ Beloved wife and first love in his life(Followed closely by all their children) Ashlyn ~ Eldest and first daughter - Dea and #Teddy# Ash'il ~ Eldest and first son - Dea and #Teddy# Demanthra ~ Second daughter - Dea and #Teddy# Kinyegele ~ Youngest daughter, sweetest baby - demon_pachabel
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Trespassers Alythrae of Green Tarmath HP: 28 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: 11 Flame Length: 6 General Stamina: 12 General Agility: 6 Between Accuracy: 7 Pain Resilience: 10 Instinct: 6 Luck: 6
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Name: Tsuyat Age: 31 Nameday: 3545.3.11 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (Fire Storm) Previous Rank/Craft: Apprentice Massage Crafter Voice:X ~ Chirrut Îmwe/Rogue One Song:On My Honor ~ Crying Freeman Physical Description: Standing just above average for a man, Tsuyat has dark features and hair that is usually at odds with his strong boned face. Black hair shoots out of his head in angles that can only be contained by clipping it short to his head as it is super thick and unruly. The tan he has comes from days spent in the sun and only serves to deepen the dark features he was born into naturally. Strength shows in his arms, shoulders and chest from years working in Western Hold as a massage crafter. Though he has been spending the past few years as a rider the soft nature of his hands haven't turned to rough callouses yet, though he has been assured that over time this will change. Personality: To give things is part of Tsuyat's nature, he wants to help he wants to give people things and time, it's just natural to him. If he has something that someone wants he's prone to just giving it to them without a second thought, something that meshes up with his blunt nature rather well since he'll often tell people things without a second thought too. Anyone that wants to receive something from him need only ask and he'll give others anything from his jacket to a massage on the fly to ease sore muscles from a day spent fighting Thread. All that time working as an apprentice gave him a long sort of patience that fits well with the other traits in his nature not the least of which is his kindness.
If his giving nature didn't give away his kindness then his desire to help others with everything gives it away pretty well. He'll spend time talking to his fellow wingriders if they're having a hard time and go above and beyond to see that they're content. No one need be sad around him if he can help it, though he might step on their toes if they ask for his opinions without expecting his blunt responses. It comes without much surprise that it's exacerbated with alcohol and he even becomes a bit coarse if spoken to roughly, belaying all of his kind words and helping natures until he wakes the next morning with a pounding headache. As such he rarely drinks any longer, be it at a party or a feast, his dragon is not happy with it when it happens anyway.
If pushed roughly he can shut down and become rather passive, willing to let others walk across him in the interest of keeping everyone happy, he isn't aggressive by any means but he can be crafty and twisted when someone angers him. If he's come up with punishments that were a bit more creative it's only because he doesn't want to see anyone screamed at for hours and he'll twist it up so that they learn something even if they aren't enjoying it. What's the point of a punishment if someone doesn't learn something after all?
Positive Trait List Giving, Kind, Patient, Helpful Negative Trait List Blunt, Crafty, Passive, Coarse when Drunk
History:
Western Hold was a good place to grow into one's self compared to some of the other Holds on the wild Western continent so far from the traditionally populated areas of Pern. Tsuyat's father was a dragon rider and his mother a local healer that took the man in after a bad crash he suffered during a flight show with a traveling troupe. The rider had never intended to stay very long after the accident but the woman's kind nature and gentle hands convinced him to sweep her off her feet and the two still inhabit the area even after Thread began to fall. Growing up alongside his gentle mother and showman father with his playful blue dragon, there was little hope that the boy would be anything other than interesting and he chose his path quite early in life though he was a bit too young to follow it then. He stayed with his mother and learned techniques that would later serve him well in the Courtesan Hall with his chosen craft, but if his father had a free moment he would take him up in the air on the back of his blue dragon to see Pern from above. Only after his wife forced him to promise he would not risk their safety, of course.
And so it was that Tsuyat joined the Courtesan Hall when he was ten, wanting full well to use the techniques that his mother taught him but in a way to bring people happiness and relief that didn't involve him constantly stitching up cuts or seeing much blood. He did well in the Hall and advanced at a fair pace through the training thanks to the strength in his hands and arms and his willingness to learn in order to help people. That desire alone helped him in the eyes of his masters and it was a shock to them when he was Searched out from under their nose by a blue that resembled his father's quite strikingly. There was never a chance that he wouldn't say yes after all the flights he went on, there was never a chance that he wouldn't use the things that he'd learned either and he quickly made a name for himself as the boy willing to spend his free time giving out massages for free just to keep his skills sharp. Learning in a Weyr was quite different than a Hall where he learned his craft almost exclusively, it was a challenge to know that his focus would be torn between so many things but he managed to keep his head above water and out of danger of failing for the first two years.
It turned out that was all he had to do, keep his head above water for two years until he met his perfect match on the Sands. Having not been expecting it as the rest of those around him, it hit Tsuyat as odd that all these Candidates around him that had stood for so long were left waiting on the next clutch while he walked away with his wonderful partner in crime only two years into it. But he couldn't argue with the bronze dragon's choice, he wouldn't have been allowed to even if he wished it! Where Tsuyat was hoping for a blue to return home with that might be able to join his father in his acrobatic displays that thrilled much of his home Hold, Yudueth demanded his attention and offered his love and gentle sweetness to his newly bonded life-mate to make up for any boisterous ideas that he might have intended to run off and employ. In fact the boisterous thoughts left his mind instantly and Yudueth brought out in him the general kindness and quiet hard working nature that his mother had instilled in him for years when he watched her work. He came to settle comfortably into the Weyr life and the wing he was placed into but he aspired a bit to something more.
Tsuyat got his wish for more when Thread returned and he was thoroughly surprised by how skilled his dragon was at burning it from the sky, even if the two of them scrambled to respond with the rest of their wing. Between his wingleader's quick-witted calls and Yudueth's swift flying they didn't lose anyone but there were scars and wounds to be had everywhere, even his dragon's tail was scarred up a bit. Many shifts the first few days wore them out but served to galvanize this new reality as the Pern that they were to live in for what would likely be the rest of their lives as finally members of their own wing were lost. He hated it. Tsuyat wanted nothing more than to be able to help the riders that he could, he spent his free time when he should have been sleeping with his dragon giving out massages to sore and run down riders so they could get back into the air. He sacrificed his own time for theirs and wanted to do even more, keeping his eyes open for a chance to do just that by advancing through the wings.
Name: Yudueth Age: 15 Color: Bronze Size: 73' Voice:X ~ Don Diego De la Vega/Sir Anthony Hopkins Song:Learn To Fly ~ Foo Fighters Physical Description: Bright bronze and with markings that resemble armor plates down his back, he shines like a beacon just a few shades darker than than a gold. A mask covers his face and nose with often yellow eyes peering from it. Prone to being a little thin for his size this bronze is still strong despite that but if he isn't fed steadily on a schedule he can get far too thin for his frame and loses his stamina. When in peak condition, as is common as Tsuyat will force him to eat after he got too thin twice, Yudueth is formed well with strength in his torso and tail to keep him in the air for quite some time and help his acrobatic flairs. He has a few Threadscore scars over his tail from the first few days fighting it and miraculously avoided having any worse damage done with his skin by sheer force of skill while flying. Personality: Yudueth is a kind and gentle dragon that cares about others almost as much as his rider, though he tends to view the world in a much more pessimistic view than Tsuyat. The world is harsh but the bronze tries very hard to twist his own pessimistic thoughts into a soft kindness that he gives to others to show them how he cares. The softness aside, he does not at all take kindly to riders or dragons that look down on chromatics as if they weren't worth just as much as himself or any gold and he is more than willing to share his rather liberal opinions with any that cross him. It was his luck that he Impressed to his rider at Western rather than High Reaches because he might have upset the status quo and ended himself in a world of hurt with such views against his own metallics.
Yudueth's personal taste leans more towards green dragons than the glittering gold queens even if he'll chase the larger beauties and has on more than one occasion been guilty of making a show for them. Despite being smaller than most bronze dragons his body is lithe and acrobatic, leading him to take every opportunity to show off his flying prowess. This makes him more than a match for the slight green dragons during a flight, though Tsuyat usually holds him back with explicit instructions to not show off the way he likes. Yudueth still shows off to anyone that will watch, his eyes always open for a chance encounter.
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Tsuyat of Bronze Yudueth HP: 36 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: 8 Flame Length: 6 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 6 Between Accuracy: 7 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 10 Luck: 6
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Name: X'ael (Formerly Xanael) Age: 25 Nameday: 3552.1.22 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Craft: Beasthealer Rank: Candidate Location: Western Weyr Voice:X ~ Kili/The Hobbit Song:Song #3 ~ Stone Sour Physical Description: Between heavy dark brows that arch to the edges of his thin brown eyes and the thickly curled mass of long dark brown hair that frames his impish face, it isn't just his dark but profuse stubble that makes Xanael appear darker than his strongly tanned skin truly is. A roguish and often wicked grin is partial to running across his face often and the man lifts one heavy eyebrow enough that it's become almost an official expression of his annoyance or amusement, however his face is just as prone to looking serious, especially when things look grim. Not prone to doing much other than to tie the edge of his long hair together to keep it from getting in his way, his bangs brush over his eyebrows loosely if he can even be bothered to cut them, scruffy is probably the best description that anyone can think of for him. However his clothes are always in good order despite his physical appearance and they are cut to his muscled body so that they don't hinder his work or his above average height in any way. Hands and lower arms a litter of light scars from claws and teeth over the years that he does nothing to hide, his work has strengthened him and taught him a compassion that he never had as a young child. Personality: A bright and hardworking young man that tries his hardest to see the bright side in everything no matter what happens, even though his own anxieties tend to drag him down to a place he isn't fond of. These could come from his father, who was never overly happy with him for choosing to work healing beasts rather than in a mine, but he will never admit to any of his multiple anxieties, which range anywhere from feeling like a failure to stress over the safety of his younger brothers. The outgoing part of his nature is usually a mask for these but some of the people in his life might notice that he isn't always smiling because he wants to.
If Xanael wants something he has a tendency to just take it, though he usually returns it once he's done using it for either inspiration or for whatever it happens to do it has gotten him in trouble more than once. While he acknowledges his own problems with this he hasn't really done anything to stop his habits unless his twin asks him to. If Mikhel asks him to do something he'll go above and beyond to make certain that he can do it or his brother can have it. That goes double for his younger brothers as well, if they want it he'll get it for them and if he can't get it he'll actually try and make it to varying degrees of success. Though all of his brothers tend to chide him for his borrowing habit he has yet to stop and actually think about how it might affect others.
Deep under all the anxiety he is a sweet man that enjoys spending time with animals and beasts of any type just as much as his own brothers, who may or may not liken him to the beasts that he enjoys the company of on more than one occasion. As a young boy he lacked the compassion that many considered necessary to deal with anything in a way other than anger and frustration, however once he began to work with his master that swiftly left him and his softer core was found hiding below the surface. Many tried to figure out why he had been that way and could only come up with his need to protect his brothers that made him appear angrier than he really was, but that is all in the past and Xanael's compassion is deep enough that he can see the good in just about any side presented to him.
Positive Trait List Outgoing, Intelligent, Compassionate Negative Trait List Secretive, Anxiety Riddled, Questionable Habits
History:
Born a twin to the distant relative of a Lord Holder, Xanael and his brother Mikhel were spared working in the mine as young boys due to the relation but were hardly rolling in Marks or position. With older brothers and younger brothers to either side of them, the two were given crafts to fall into but were expected to view mining as their know all end all. Whether or not this settled with his brothers well, it did not sit well with Xanael at all and he kept his desires and dreams to himself against the suggestions of any that knew him, even bottling up his general personality into anger to keep it secret from his father. Never once did he willingly take to the craft of blacksmith, usually forced by everyone around him to do his due for the Hold against his will he would work the best that he could until the day that he finally found another option. The chance came not long after Mikhel began his apprenticeship in healing, leaving him behind covered in sweat and low key burns, when a beasthealer came through the Hold to see to a few sick runnerbeasts that had come down with something and were no longer able to hold their own. After hearing the beasthealer's intent to stay with the Hold for quite some time until the runners were back on their feet, Xanael pressured and harassed his father into allowing him to apprentice under the man rather than continue his grueling and mentally draining position as a blacksmith apprentice. Acquiescing to his son's desires, his father offered him to the man as an apprentice and he was thrilled to discover himself with the chance to spend more time with beasts of all types.
Already well into his apprenticeship with the master, his older brothers were Searched and gone to different Weyrs, little contact had between the family made it hard to know exactly where they had ended up or how they had fared against the huge dragons that Xanael always saw in the sky. Though deep down he wished that he would someday have the chance to fly on one of them, becoming a dragon rider was never a believable destiny to him with all the stories of deaths and the crushing feeling that came with aging out of Candidacy with nothing to show for the years of work. Instead he let beasthealing swallow him whole and walked the tables to Journeyman once he came of appropriate age, however he was not destined to leave just then to travel Pern healing beasts. Between the loss of his older brothers and the sudden death of his mother and their current Lord Holder the tensions in the Hold simmered just below the surface and Xanael quickly became protective of his younger brothers and twin. Leaving was not an option for him with them in danger, especially in the wake of their mother's confession of infidelity to their father, a confession that placed his small brothers straight in the crossfire the former Lord Holder's sons fought for control and could hardly do with more competition for their desired positions. With word sent to them from one of their older brothers, retained as a guard by the youngest of the squabbling sons, that a coup was well on it's way to upsetting the Hold's current workings, his father placed he and his twin in charge of their younger brothers, afraid that they might be discovered and placed in danger.
With contact from their older brother, a dragon rider at Western Weyr, their father ordered them to take the boys as far away as they could get and the western continent seemed as good an option to the twins as any. Xanael's plan was to deliver his youngest brothers to their older brother Ha'rel and then return to the Hold to see to their father's own safety rather than theirs, but this as not to be. Just as they were about to begin their passage to the continent across the sea disaster of another sort struck and stalled their hopes dead. Thread decimated the seaside hold and their boat was forced back to port, crippled by the falling silver tendrils of an ancient enemy many had believed gone forever. Stuck at the hold, the twins did the best that they could to work and earn marks for food to keep them afloat as they waited for Pern to settle into a new routine, constantly worried that shadows from their recent past would follow them every day. Like his brother, Xanael took to helping heal any beasts injured in the first few weeks of the fall, earning what spare marks he could as a Journeyman and earning the respect of the people so devastated by the suddenness of the fall. It did him good to get out of his own head as well, stressed that they may never make it to the Western Continent and that Thread might eat their chances at life in the future, Xanael fell into his anxieties despite himself and was only pulled out of them by Mikhel when his twin informed him that he had earned enough Marks to book them passage.
Uncertain of their Hold's current status, having received no messages or information about it in months, the brothers finally set out for Western Weyr with the intent of finding their older brother and finally settling their younger brothers into safety. The journey was long and brought them to the footsteps of Western Weyr, where the youngest brothers were placed into the hands of L'fer when the pair of twins were Searched and placed into the rank of Candidate. It was a rank that left Xan with some immense confusion, unsure of how to handle his new status other than to work just as hard as he had when he'd been an apprentice with his master. Given his age he was told it would be wise to make plans, even if it would be another 8 turns before the hammer of being unimpressionable fell, he turned his eyes to dragonhealing at the recommendation of a fellow candidate.
It wasn't long before he fell into using his free time for beasthealing and his new lessons in dragonhealing, an act that had him meeting a tall woman made of starlight and gentleness in a kitchen one night, wanting to wash up from a birthing. He was instantly smitten and while he was... awkward... about it, Xanael kept finding different innocent ways to bump into her and interact. It wasn't long after feelings were admitted that heartbreak struck and then joy followed. Not long after a gold flight sent him running into her arms, thread took Ezyzu and Khamaith from the sky with wounds that left them in the healers, Xan beside her bed holding her hand. Terror ran through him, anxiety rose in his heart. It only worsened at the touching which followed in a few weeks later and had him removing himself from the sands before setting any eggs off.
But on a dark night, Cucuaranath, the smallest and softest little blue his hearts could have asked for, slammed him to the ground playfully and eased all that anxiety away like it hadn't existed for all those turns...
Life began to take a new meaning after Impressing to his little blue and while for quite some time he lived in the barracks, devoting his life to his new partner and learning everything that the Weyr had to offer to keep Cucuaranath happy and healthy, the two eventually began their more dangerous training. Flying solo and then partnered was a bit frightening but it was the lessons on Between that came not even a handful of months after moving in with Ezyzu into her beachside hut that traumatized the pair. Without realizing how it was done, but possibly having had memorized the incorrect thing in a moment, X'ael and Cucuaranath wound up above Western Weyr in the wrong time entirely. Each training circuit after that would have them brush closer with death.
Between is not their favorite of all places.
Name: Cucuaranath Age: 1 Turn Color: Blue Size: 59' Voice:X ~ Shawn Spencer/Psych Song:Best Day of My Life ~ American Authors Physical Description: Cucuaranath is a larger sized blue, though not the largest they come. He's a bit heavier than some of his more agile counterparts, built more powerfully, with muscle beneath a soft layer of fat. His hind legs are particularly strong, making it easy for the blue to launch from a sitting position; unfortunately, his size does mean he's a bit slower while on air. His stamina is solid, but he'll never be as fast a flyer. Zooming and zipping takes more energy than Cucuaranath would care to exert; instead, he prefers to fly as smartly (and lazily) as possible--preferring to glide and catch thermals than put in more effort than necessary.
Cucuaranath will never be fast for a blue, but he makes up for it by tiring less easily than some of his kin. He also will prove to have an exceptionally long flame, which will help him catch Thread should laziness, or slower speeds, might otherwise have him miss. His rider will need to ensure Cucuaranath is prodded to exercise, otherwise he'll struggle when it does come time to fly. Personality: Cucuaranath is a blue that has no problem fitting in no matter the company. He's the sort of blue who can make friends with just about anyone; if they look down upon the blues and greens of the world, he's happy to play the role of respectful and simple blue. If he's around the metallics, he can happily fawn and coo as their egos might need; if he's around someone who is down he can be the sympathetic ear or good-humored distraction. Honestly, Cucuaranath is an adaptable creature, who doesn't mind going with the flow, and fitting in with whatever majority (or minority) is loudest. While this can give the appearance of being wishy-washy, Cucuaranath doesn't seem much to mind. Minding what others think of him is terribly boring, and also, way too much trouble. And this blue doesn't like to bother with things that are too troublesome or too exhausting.
Some might call Cucuaranath easy-going, and he is! Criticism and upsets wash over him like water on a sea-wherry. When plans change, that's fine. Someone changes their mind? No problem. He's the sort of blue who goes where the winds take him. On the other hand, sometimes Cucuaranath is considered too carefree. Things get bad, and he tends to shrug those things off, too. He doesn't always understand why others get upset; doesn't always understand why a change of plans is a big deal. He's not heartless, he just doesn't see why people worry or fuss or put so much energy into things that are out of their control or out of their hands. The world needs to relax... and Cucuaranath is there to ensure they do just that.
This can give the blue a bit of a bad reputation. He is known to be a bit irresponsible. He's not the sort to rush any task. He'll always look for an easier path, even if it's not the right path; and he'll always try to cut corners to get the job done. It will be up to his rider to make sure Cucuaranath actually does what he says he'll do; sometimes the blue might be on a task to find someone, and gets distracted by a nice sunny ledge, and the temptation of a good nap. When confronted by others, the blue won't worry much about it. If the message was that important, surely, it would have been given to someone else to deliver.
Despite his flaws, Cucuaranath is a good-hearted beast. He is always happy to share his time, his ledge, his wing, his kills, with anyone who might wish it. He's not a greedy blue, and will always listen to his clutchmates and friends. Sometimes he'll impart his no-worries wisdom, while other times he'll offer comfort in a shared meal, or a good snuggle. Sure, he's lazy, and not known to make extreme effort in any situation, but his intentions are good. Additionally, he has no fuss or fight no matter how the chain of command, or his position within the Weyr, changes. Politics is just too much work, and Cucuaranth would much rather no worry about it!
As for flights, it would take a mighty special someone indeed to get Cucuaranath roused from his ledge. He doesn't chase often, but when he does, it's because whoever is Rising is worth the effort. High praise from such a laid-back blue.
Blue Cucuaranath Written by Uta Colored by stella cinere
Origin of Name: A cat of many names, the puma is also known as the cougar, panther or mountain lion. Cucuaranath is inspired by the etymology of one if its names: cougar. Cougar is borrowed from the Portuguese çuçuarana, via French; the term was originally derived from the Tupi language.
Inspiration: Puma
In general the size and coloration of the cat varies greatly across its range, which stretches from the south west of Canada down the western states of North America and throughout most western parts of the South American continent. In the north of its range and in higher mountainous regions the pumas coat is generally longer to provide additional protection against the extremes in temperature – the color of the fur varies from slate grey, through yellow buff to light reddish brown. In appearance the puma has a small, broad head with small rounded ears, a powerful body with long hind legs and tail, which is tipped with black. The puma can be found in varying habitats from the mountain forest, up to around 16,000 feet to lowland swamp and grasslands.
Like almost all cats, the puma is a mostly solitary animal. Only mothers and kittens live in groups, with adults meeting rarely. While generally loners, cougars will reciprocally share kills with one another and seem to organize themselves into small communities defined by the territories of dominant males. Cats within these areas socialize more frequently with each other than with outsiders
The puma hunts alone, by day or night and will cache its food, if large enough, in dense undergrowth, returning to it over several days. Comparable in size to the leopard, the puma is big enough to tackle larger prey such as domestic cattle and horses, for which it has earned a bad reputation with livestock farmers, as well as wild deer, sheep, rodents, rabbits, hare and beaver. In hunting the puma uses the strength of its powerful hind legs to lunge at its prey with single running jumps that can reach in excess of 40 feet
Pumas are thought to be one of the most adaptable of felines on the American continents, because they are found in a variety of different habitats, unlike other various cat species
Personality: Cucuaranath is a blue that has no problem fitting in no matter the company. He's the sort of blue who can make friends with just about anyone; if they look down upon the blues and greens of the world, he's happy to play the role of respectful and simple blue. If he's around the metallics, he can happily fawn and coo as their egos might need; if he's around someone who is down he can be the sympathetic ear or good-humored distraction. Honestly, Cucuaranath is an adaptable creature, who doesn't mind going with the flow, and fitting in with whatever majority (or minority) is loudest. While this can give the appearance of being wishy-washy, Cucuaranath doesn't seem much to mind. Minding what others think of him is terribly boring, and also, way too much trouble. And this blue doesn't like to bother with things that are too troublesome or too exhausting.
Some might call Cucuaranath easy-going, and he is! Criticism and upsets wash over him like water on a sea-wherry. When plans change, that's fine. Someone changes their mind? No problem. He's the sort of blue who goes where the winds take him. On the other hand, sometimes Cucuaranath is considered too carefree. Things get bad, and he tends to shrug those things off, too. He doesn't always understand why others get upset; doesn't always understand why a change of plans is a big deal. He's not heartless, he just doesn't see why people worry or fuss or put so much energy into things that are out of their control or out of their hands. The world needs to relax... and Cucuaranath is there to ensure they do just that.
This can give the blue a bit of a bad reputation. He is known to be a bit irresponsible. He's not the sort to rush any task. He'll always look for an easier path, even if it's not the right path; and he'll always try to cut corners to get the job done. It will be up to his rider to make sure Cucuaranath actually does what he says he'll do; sometimes the blue might be on a task to find someone, and gets distracted by a nice sunny ledge, and the temptation of a good nap. When confronted by others, the blue won't worry much about it. If the message was that important, surely, it would have been given to someone else to deliver.
Despite his flaws, Cucuaranath is a good-hearted beast. He is always happy to share his time, his ledge, his wing, his kills, with anyone who might wish it. He's not a greedy blue, and will always listen to his clutchmates and friends. Sometimes he'll impart his no-worries wisdom, while other times he'll offer comfort in a shared meal, or a good snuggle. Sure, he's lazy, and not known to make extreme effort in any situation, but his intentions are good. Additionally, he has no fuss or fight no matter how the chain of command, or his position within the Weyr, changes. Politics is just too much work, and Cucuaranth would much rather no worry about it!
Hot Pink 80s Egg Those who gather around this small egg will feel themselves begin to unwind. Take a load off, and hang out with it!
Adult Size: 59' Physical Attributes: Cucuaranath is a larger sized blue, though not the largest they come. He's a bit heavier than some of his more agile counterparts, built more powerfully, with muscle beneath a soft layer of fat. His hind legs are particularly strong, making it easy for the blue to launch from a sitting position; unfortunately, his size does mean he's a bit slower while on air. His stamina is solid, but he'll never be as fast a flyer. Zooming and zipping takes more energy than Cucuaranath would care to exert; instead, he prefers to fly as smartly (and lazily) as possible--preferring to glide and catch thermals than put in more effort than necessary.
Additional Notes: Cucuaranath will never be fast for a blue, but he makes up for it by tiring less easily than some of his kin. He also will prove to have an exceptionally long flame, which will help him catch Thread should laziness, or slower speeds, might otherwise have him miss. His rider will need to ensure Cucuaranath is prodded to exercise, otherwise he'll struggle when it does come time to fly.
As for flights, it would take a might special someone indeed to get Cucuaranath roused from his ledge. He doesn't chase often, but when he does, it's because whoever is Rising is worth the effort. High praise from such a laid-back blue.
Impression Effect: Xanael is going to walk with a lot more confidence. Almost immediately, a portion of his worries are simply going to vanish. What does he have to worry about now that Cucuaranath is at his side? While he obviously won't be impervious to worries, and will still likely have bad days, the edge will be taken off significantly.
Xanael was a perfect match for the easy-going Cucuaranath. Where Xanael is full-to-the-brim with worries, this blue will be an immediate balm to such an anxious heart. Easy-going and relaxed, this blue will be there to help encourage his rider to relax, and to send him soothing feelings when Xanael's worries start to really take hold. This blue dragon knows life isn't easy or perfect, but his carefree attitude is there to temper Xanael's more uptight feelings.
On the flip side, Xanael will find that this blue won't necessarily worry about any secrets he wishes to keep; nor will he be overly upset or concerned if Xanael starts pocketing things that aren't his. He's not a particular judgmental creature, and will accept him for who he is. That said, where Xanael is known to take things that might not be his, Cucuaranath has a very generous heart. So much so, he'll likely take whatever Xanael has snatched and give it to the original owner, or at least someone who thinks they could use it. The more Xanael takes, the more Cucuaranath will give away.
Where Cucuaranath is known to be extremely lazy, Xanael is noted to be hardworking, which should hopefully help the two stay balanced. Xanael can ensure that Cucuaranath is keeping up with his lessons and development, while Cucuaranath will be there to make sure Xanael doesn't turn into all work and no play. While there certainly might be growing pains, once these two find a solid rhythm, they will be found to be dependable and reliable wingmates.
Ezyzu ~ Love of X'ael's life and star lady of his hearts - Prism Shine
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Secret Touching
From X'ael's Point of View
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This time was going to be just a little bit, or a lot, different than High Reaches' touching had been for him, as that had been almost too many eggs at once for him to focus on which ones he felt pulling at him. It had been amazing and one heck of a learning experience for certain, his first touching, but here on the Western sands where he'd been Searched. It felt right. Xanael took a deep breath and reminded himself to stay calm, that the anxiety that he felt deep down in his guts at all times would harm the eggs and as Master A'ral said, one wrong move and he'd be thrown out of the Weyr away from his siblings.
Away from a certain lady he was still deeply worried about after her last threadfall. It had taken a lot to smash down his worries and anxious feelings about her safety.
He'd stood last in the line of Candidates for a reason, as they entered the sands and started to spread out, he lingered for just a moment back away, taking in all the eggs before him and steeling himself before he moved. Gently he placed one calloused hand on the Blue Cloud Egg. Was it okay with all the quiet murmurs he was hearing?
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A playful grin twitched across Xanael's face and he chuckled and sent a good little thought towards the egg before removing his hand. "Don't linger" It was a territorial little egg and he'd have loved to have had just a second more with it, but A'ral had been brutally blunt. Even one toe out of line, even one second too long...
He wouldn't linger, no matter the egg, no matter the personality inside. The anxiety of being tossed out for just taking a second to interact with an egg bit at him and he swallowed it and walked away to the Blue and Black Rosette Egg. Swallowing his feelings of worry, he touched it's shell.
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Good, that was a good response at least, so he didn't entirely feel like he was doing something wrong by being worried about his Master's orders. "Thanks buddy." He ran a thumb gently across it's shell, not taking his hand off for a second as he pondered. "Some orders and rules are meant to be followed, other's are more guidelines. Or expectations that aren't exactly rules. I'll follow a direct order, but when it comes to someone placing expectations on me that don't fit who I am, I'll make my own way." Xanael always had after all, supposed to go into mining, instead broke free and became a beasthealer, then followed a direct order to bring his brothers to the Weyr.
Some things he followed, others... well he did his very best.
With that he left the egg and made his way over to one that looked entirely different. Midnight black against the sands. Well then, he'd heard others ask questions of eggs, had asked a small one himself, but not the big ones they were. Instead his training and all the things he'd heard about new babies came to his mind near the egg that seemed to watch his every move, something that he could appreciate as an older brother.
Placing his hand down on the Charcoal Egg, Xan simply said. "Welcome to Pern, lots of people are excited to meet you." It was something he'd said to a younger brother when he was little, the eggs were just babies after all. Didn't they want to be welcomed to the world?
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A snort. Well that was fair. Gently he took his hand off the shell without another word or thought and glanced over towards a very distinct feeling. Anxiety flooded through him.
No more eggs. There wasn't a baby in here for him anyway and with his anxiousness something worse might happen than him being snubbed by unborn dragons.
Xanael turned and walked off the sands into the stands without a word.
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The egg held Rasthell up for a moment, suffusing him with the sense of being enough. But how pleasant, indeed, to be given such ardent attention. Oh, they were going to get along well.
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Well, no. It wasn't excited to meet everyone. But it wasn't not not excited to meet everyone, either. Did that make sense? It was happy enough to be there. Happy enough to get to know people. But excitement? Excitement was a lot of effort. Why not relax, take a load off?
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It was a handsome egg, wasn't it? Wasn't she the clever one for noticing. It supposed that they were all beautiful eggs, in their own way. So was she!
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The egg gave the impression of a languid stretch. It was already twisted in inside the shell... why worry about anything else?
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But the baby and the egg didn't seem upset over being helped. If anything, the Sunset green chirped, reaching out to boop the girl who had helped them. Thank you! she said sweetly, before investigating the egg. Hot Pink 80s egg gave a little shiver, and then a crack appeared in its shell. Hello! It was ready to come out.
... Of course, coming out meant being able to break the shell, and the shell was tricky. One leg popped out, a lovely shade of blue. Then another. Then another, and another... until all of the legs were out. Yet the baby's head remained captive.
Rolling, the infant within managed to get himself caught beneath his shell. Drat.
Never fear! Sunset green would help! She scrabbled at his egg until it was moving again, but this time the baby could put his legs beneath himself, and go on his own!
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I'm good, Mom! the Hot Pink 80s blue said, and though he was a little addled, he certainly meant it. This wasn't upsetting at all, but... it was definitely still dark. Maybe if he ran into something it'd come off? ... But then, maybe that wasn't a good idea.
Hmm. Walking along as he was, he couldn't see where he was going, and definitely wound up bumping into several Candidates on his way. Then, when it seemed like he couldn't walk any farther, he walked right into another egg.
Ooph! Well, that did it! The shell shattered obediently, and out came blue Hot Pink 80s dragonet! Yes!! That was so much easier than he'd thought it would be. Except... his sibling didn't seem so happy.
I wasn't finished yet! I was making my entrance! the now revealed little bronze creeled. Blast and tarnation, that was now over! Ugh, were all brothers like this?
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I'm sorry! the little blue chirped, realizing that he'd spoiled his brother's grand entrance. He really hadn't meant to! Hot Pink 80s blue felt a bit chagrined over this... and would've probably sat down if his brother hadn't rubbed his wedge shaped head against his own.
The Mystery bronze nuzzled his brother for a moment, before extending a wing over him. It's all right. Sorry I snapped. I had been waiting for awhile, but... I think it's time, anyway. The brothers leaned into each other a moment longer before breaking away. It was time to go look at Candidates!
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The Hot Pink 80s blue was just wandering at this point, looking at this Candidate and that. Behind him, the Ace Flag bronze had finally begun to move. What a sight! What sounds! It was a whole circus out there, with Impressions happening left and right.
How exciting! How thrilling! Did you see what those Candidates were doing to our brother?Ace Flag bronze asked Hot Pink 80s blue, unable to quite contain his amusement. He's such a scoundrel! I love it.
The dragonet paused to fan himself with his wing, for the hot Sands were all but working up a sweat on his lovely hide. Or maybe that was his metallic sheen! Oh, this was sooo much effort. Flopping down again, careful to choose a spot where there were plenty of Candidates around, he awaited his brother's reply.
Petting him! Yeah, what's up?Hot Pink 80s blue clearly didn't quite get what his brother meant.
... Never mind, darling, you'll get it when you're older.
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There were two eggs rocking on the Sands. Two eggs that had been quiet and still, and honestly, Hot Pink 80s blue hadn't actually been sure that they'd even been alive. But alive they were. Running back to check on them, he ran back to investigate. Hello! he chirped, nuzzling the eggs, trying to help them on their quest to be hatched.
And there they were! The first, a little green, seemed delighted to meet him! Thank you, dear, that was just what I needed, she informed him affectionately.
But the second, oh, the second -
Excuse me, who gave you the right to touch my shell? I never asked you to, and I certainly didn't want it.
Taken aback, the Hot Pink 80s blue split. Oh no! Had he done something wrong? But he'd just wanted to help, and-
Save it for someone who cares. his brother snapped, shaking off the egg goo from his shell with a distinctly irritated air. How dare he interfere?
Now, now... he was only trying to help, their sister put in.
Woe! The Hot Pink 80s blue came running up to Xanael, fully prepared to tell him all about it, when he realized just how pleased he was to have figured out who His was!
XanaelMine, are you ready to play with your Cucuaranath? I'm hungry, and I don't think my brother likes me at all. But I know just what we can do to make everything fun again! he informed him, all but bowling the Candidate over in his eagerness to play.
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Things were winding down pretty quickly, with only four hatchlings left on the sands. Xanael had been making plans about what he was going to do, who he was going to find after it was all over, since there would be a feast and soon on the heels of it all. Which of course meant he'd be having an extremely long day as there would be no sleep afterwards, at least not for him even if it was offered. Maybe it was how distracted he was that he hadn't noticed exactly where he was in relation to one of the little blues still on the sands.. but:
XanaelMine, are you ready to play with your Cucuaranath? I'm hungry, and I don't think my brother likes me at all. But I know just what we can do to make everything fun again!WHUMP!!
It wasn't an attack by a long shot, in fact Cucuaranath made certain that his sharp little claws didn't come anywhere near his newly bonded's skin as he draped over him, rainbow facets whirling rapidly until they were a solidly indigo color. Love and joy and everything that their bond would ever have to offer slammed into him seconds after his back had hit the sand and the anxiousness he'd had, the feeling that had followed him all his twenty three turns... vanished. Your white clothes don't look like they'll keep the sand from hurting, let's get up and go get something to eat! We can give my brother some as well, I bet his rider would enjoy the help and maybe it'll cheer him up! A cough of a laugh escaped Xanael's mouth in response and he rose slowly to a sitting position, still staring at those indigo eyes as his dragon, his dragon, backed up to allow him the mobility.
Cucuaranath's head turned to look at his brother as he went to find his, as he bonded, and it took everything X'ael had to tear his own eyes away from the starry winged blue that making it hard to breathe in his presence of effortless love. In the end he followed the little one's line of vision to see his brother and he grinned. "That the one that dislikes you so much? Oh we can handle that I think." Doesn't matter if he doesn't anyway, he's still a good sort. I like him. the blue responded almost lazily and X'ael had to let a laugh escape once more as he got to his sandaled feet.
Instantly his dragon surged upward playfully and it was more of a shock that he knew it was coming even before he'd jumped, allowing him the chance to grab the playful little hatchling and swing him up onto his shoulders, arms holding him at the base of neck and tail. Cucuaranath howled with laughter in his head and a series of trumpets erupted beside X'ael's ear as a pale muzzle nosed at his temple, one wing sticking up like a sort of flag of happiness. The man grinned broadly, all teeth, and started them towards the tables so he could feed his little one, that being first before the inevitable play that was on the horizon.
Thank you mother, it was so wonderful to meet everyone but this one is the best. Cucuaranath cheeped in Killakeeth's head before turning to his rider, Can we bring something nice to mother? It's her special day as well after all.
"Naturally, we'll make sure to bring her the best meat we can find." X'ael said cheerfully, his eyes glancing up at another gold for a brief moment and smiling so hard it might crack his face. We can take them something too! "We just might... let's focus on you first though."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2020 11:32 pm
Name: Pavari Age: 24 Nameday: 3552.2.17 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Mmmmeeeehhh? Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (Blazing Gold) Previous Rank/Craft: Apprentice Artist Voice:X ~ Honey Lemon/Big Hero 6 Song:Adventure of a Lifetime ~ Coldplay Physical Description: A bit on the taller side as women go, this stunningly tanned painter has a thick fall of dark brunette hair that reaches the center of her back and is either restrained into a tail or hangs loose in often salt stiffened wavey curls. Her strong features are actually quite elegant from her bright green eyes and gently sloping brows down to her somewhat crooked smile that all comes together to give her a charming look that can get her out of most scrapes or scrutiny she might encounter. Personality: Pavari is a dreamer of impossible possibilities and a seeker of beauty and rough reality, she wants nothing more than to paint every mountaintop and every beach that Pern has to offer, while at the same time spinning and throwing her hands up on the dance floor that is life when the sun goes down. Don't try and stop her, she'll twist right out of your grasp when inspiration hits her and suddenly she's gone off on a wild trip from which she'll return with souvenirs and pieces of nature that you've never seen before. See this opalescent eggshell? I found it on a beach out near Monaco Bay when I was painting a dolphin and their handler. This satchel? It's filled with herbs and warding magic that I received when Susurinth and I helped a caravan get across a dangerous swamp to their destination.
Some of the tales may not be true, but who's going to argue that they aren't exciting when she's telling them, especially when she whips out a small canvas with a painting of the area she had just visited? Pavari has three young nieces back in Cove Hold that will quickly back her up by pointing out all the paintings she's gifted them over the past five turns. The world is curious to her and she's made it her duty to bring that curiosity to their lives and spark their imaginations so they can grow into wonderful adults. She wants that for everyone and if she can she'll bring the spark of her own imagination and joy to everyone she can touch. To know Pavari is to know the world through her eyes, for she’ll surely show it to any that wish to see it. Between paintings and fantastic stories of far off shores and the frozen wastes to the north and south of the continents, she will endeavor to bring the most fantastic part of Pern to those who wish to see it. Had she the patience as a youth she might have become a teacher, had she not impressed a dragon though she’d have never seen Pern as actively as she has and the young woman is wise enough to thank Susurinth for each experience she’s had while with her, as well as promising far more. Her lack of an ability to focus long enough to stay in one place for more than a few weeks, generally only held in place by her desire to paint whatever had drawn here there and experience the surroundings in that one area, makes seeing those she cares about a hard thing. Pavari will see her family once every few months and then bounce off to the next place like a storm blowing in and out quickly.
With the reappearance of Thread she's certainly had her fair share of scares and quick retreats, seen the destruction of green areas that she was painting and the horrors that thread has wrought across Pern. It is this that has left her with a desire to do more in helping fight this menace that is burning the beauty from the planet slowly and since her beloved Susurinth's first clutch came into the world in a rush of surprise and left them stranded under the lucky protection of Fort Weyr, the wild gold rider and her dragon have finally decided to settle into a Weyr as a home base and learn how to fight it so those like her nieces will have some wild places left to see on Pern when they get older.
Positive Trait List Curious, Energetic, Enthusiastic, Brave Negative Trait List Lack of focus, Tells tall tales, Dislikes settling, Sudden
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Eldest daughter and resident wild child of her family, Pavari was always running around Cove Hold finding new things and bringing them back to the joy of her younger siblings and exhaustion of her mother. Anything and everything could become a new experience or an art project and her mother was constantly having to clean out the room she shared with her younger sister when the two of them would fill it with 'exotic treasures' and paint the walls with the juice from berries. Pavari’s paintings, in particular, became much better as turns wore on and soon their entire home was painted in different colors with beautiful scenes and stories that bubbles up from her mind and out onto the walls. Her parents never stopped her creative streaks or did anything to staunch the flow of her curiosity, even if neighbors would often raise an eyebrow or attempt to judge their young daughter for her odd ways. They supported her and indeed all of their children in any pursuit they wished to follow and when the time came they helped to push Pavari and her curiosity from her first barrier of comfort and out into the heart of Pern. Sent to Fort Hold to apprentice, the girl faltered a bit upon seeing the differing landscape and how rigid the structure of society could be without her supportive parents there to help her, but she regained her fight with the calm hand of one master in particular. Her master taught her all there was to know of painting techniques and would show her things she could do to bring vibrancy and life to each painting so that it would tell the story she saw with her eyes. No matter what that story happened to be. The two would go on day trips at first, scouting out mountains and coasts for a new story, a new way to tell the tale of what they saw each time and she learned more and more as her mind and heart began to fill with dreams of traveling to every corner of Pern in order to bring back it’s hidden stories.
As she grew older her master would take her back to the southern continent, sometimes to a hold, sometimes slightly out into the less dangerous parts of the wilds. There were times that she would visit home and others that she would find an entirely new stretch of the continent that only dragon riders knew of and could take her. It was on one such attempted trip that they were called up short for what the rider promised was quite a surprise. Landing in the waypoint Weyr of Monaco Bay they were given the chance to watch as a hatching took place for a weyrless queen. Having been given the opportunity to paint the giant gold dragon was not at all one that either Pavari or her master could pass up and it came about that they settled in for the chance of a lifetime.
Though she had many questions about the standing children and what on earth was happening to the wiggling eggs that would require so many people, Pavari simply shrugged it off as “rider’s business” and focused solely on her painting until something distracted her from laying layers for the purple eyes of the gold. A boy on the sands began to cry as he knelt before a bright blue hatchling with eyes like two rainbows. Before she could help herself she threw her original canvas to the side and began to paint rainbows all over a new one, in eyes and in clouds, as tears running down from the boy's face. Rainbows everywhere until the entire canvas was filled with them and it was then, standing with a grin on her face and full of joy for the painting that the event had given her, that she heard her name echo through her own head.
Pavari, how can one resist such a mind full of rainbows and wonder? But why are you all the way back there where none can see your beautiful vision of the world? Stomping through the crowd gathered around the sands came a large gold hatchling with purple eyes that soon turned to the same rainbow colors that she had been painting all across the canvas and indeed all over herself in her rush. Flustered and surprised, her breath was taken away completely by the love the small hatchling pushed into her, love that seemed to make her glow from the inside out and right on the heels of it came a desire to explore the world. Though she did her best to stutter out that she hadn't been one of the ones intended to bond with her, that there were dozens other and why hadn't she picked any of them that had come here just to see her, the small gold shot her down instantly.
Pavarimine, you might have come to paint, but I came into this world looking for no one other than you. None of these other children see Pern through your eyes, will you show your Susurinth everything that you see? And that was that, there was nothing else to say.
While it was hard to say goodbye to her old life and her master, the older dragonriders that stayed in Monaco Bay were willing to teach the growing hatchlings all that they needed to know about dragons, between feeding, cleaning, oiling and bathing, flying and hopping Between they had all the lessons that they believed they might need. It was stifling to the teenage Pavari to stay in one spot for so long, but she and Susurinth were able to sneak down to the water every once in a while to pick up shells and anything else the waves might have brought to them that day. While it was explained briefly to her what life as a gold rider would be, there were no other gold riders or any that had been weyrling masters at other Weyrs there to teach her the exacts of it all and so her time there was shorter than it should have and her training somewhat incomplete, which was all she could expect from an otherwise abandoned waypoint. Once her gold was fully grown the pair took off to see the world, with only a single rolled up canvas painting of rainbows and a handful of shells as mementos of where Susurinth had been hatched.
Wind and imagination took the pair of them to the furthest reaches that Pern had to offer and they spent the next four years of their lives traveling, painting, experiencing, and living life to the fullest that they could. It was a whirlwind of fun that they brought home to Pavari's nieces each time they stopped by Cove Hold to see her family, stories of places the little girls had never been, souvenirs of things that would blow their minds, paintings to fill the walls beside all the others and love for all the weeks she had been gone and not seen them. Sky was the limit for them and she wanted her nieces to know that it could be for them as well. It wasn't until her fifth turn that Susurinth became headstrong and a bit grumpy one day that indeed seemed to last for a number of days until finally, one warm winter morning on the Southern Continent she attacked and blooded not one but two beasts and took to the skies above before Pavari had time to realize what was happening. Susurinth sang to all the male dragons of Pern to come and see her, come and chase and dance with her on such a beautiful morning. Pavari was thunderstruck and impressed by the display and the dragon that caught her.
Not knowing much about anything involving her gold's needs and wants when it came time to lay her clutch, Pavari certainly hadn't been expecting the random island but was certainly fortunate to have the support of Fort Weyr against the Thread she knew no way to fight herself. Since the eggs have hatched the pair intend to visit her family once more on Cove Hold, possibly permanent suntan in place, and then make their way over to Western Weyr, where the gold from Susurinth's first clutch will be growing and learning. It's her gold's hope that they learn together and Pavari's that they might be able to pay back the brave dragon riders that protected her for all those weeks on the island by learning to fly beside them.
Name: Susurinth Age: 7 Color: Gold Size: 88' Voice:X ~ Mya Song:Daydream ~ Journey Physical Description: As bright in color as the personality of her chosen rider is, Susurinth is delicate in features and longer of body than height. Her wings help to make up for that length with their terrific span that Pavari says can block out the sun if she flies directly overhead. Susurinth's delicate pattern that touches in random spots across her cannot always be seen from far away, but up close she is utterly stunning to gaze upon and her eyes that always tend towards blue or purple bring it all together. Personality: This gold was born to be a mother and it has nothing to do with how attached or not attached she will be with her eggs whenever she clutches. The reality is that she wants what is best for everyone and can be the very calm voice of reason in any heated situation. It is this naturally relaxed nature that makes her such a good match for her high energy rider and her ability to be open minded about everything that happens to them goes a long way to bridging the gap when they differing opinions on a matter. Susurinth is extremely flexible and when something catches her attention she will throw all of her energy into it in a way that matches her rider so perfectly that it's hard to tell where one starts and the other ends. There are certainly times where they do not have matching ideas for things but if push comes to shove she will often give in to Pavari's wishes even if she's not interested because she likes to see harmony and knows that it will absolutely be interesting no matter what they do.
In fact that burning desire to do more and more for her rider can often come off being entirely too altruistic and it's these times when her rider has to force her to slow down and think about her own needs before the two of them push too far together. It can be caused by being far too caring and rather impractical when it comes to the gold chasing after anything that catches her attention and being reined in is the only thing to keep her from digging herself into ground. That aside she's incredibly dedicated to her rider and will listen to her when she makes suggestions just as Pavari will listen to her calm suggestions when the gold sees something important or that needs changing.
Susurinth’s very first flight was won by a true gentleman that hailed from Benden, a bronze that spoke sweetly and chased her with care. With each acrobatic flight she will take in the future the gold’s attention will be in the gentlemen of the group, those far likelier to fly the kind and mellow queen. Her flights are a dizzying acrobatic display of dancing and only the best suited dancer shall catch her after a lengthy flight. If her temperament is calmer despite her state than some of the fiery queens that Pern has produced it is because her gentler nature can not fathom a dangerous flight that may harm those so kind to chase after her with their sweet words.
As to the color of her suitors, well that matters little to Susurinth. A blue with a kind and respectful manner will certainly rank among their larger bronze and brown companions, especially should those flying alongside them be crass and undignified. But alas, her long flights mean that her sweet chasing blues rarely have the stamina to complete the flight and she’ll sing and layer kind words to those that fall out all too soon.
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Pavari of Gold Susurinth HP: 44 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: 8 Flame Length: 3 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 3 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 4 Luck: 2
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Weyrless Clutch Southern Boll Beach 3574.04.07 Susurinth x Cordrath 28 Eggs 1 gold / 3 bronzes / 3 browns / 9 blues / 11 greens / 1 white Ezyzu & Gold Khamaith :: Western Weyr :: Prism shine Kambri & Bronze Moseleth :: Western Weyr :: ~Kiana_Nala~ Jagmund & Bronze Lishanth :: Western Weyr :: ChaosTheories :: Deceased Z'ke & Bronze Chonth :: High Reaches Weyr :: Dizzy_Kat G'rey & Brown Karhath :: High Reaches Weyr :: Kitsune Mistress Nyoko Luiciand & Brown Aryath :: High Reaches Weyr :: faesinger Nazik & Brown Caykuth :: Western Weyr :: stella cinere Adar & Blue Yinth :: High Reaches Weyr :: Avid_RPer18 Dorame & Blue Heichath :: High Reaches Weyr :: Z o m b i k ii Dr'cul & Blue Harneth :: High Reaches Weyr :: BastetAmun Erastan & Blue Aspalath :: Western Weyr :: Sinders Path N'ran & Blue Khukith :: Western Weyr :: tatterpixie T'laq & Blue Nandith :: High Reaches Weyr :: Meepfur Trissa & Blue Broleith :: Western Weyr :: SilverLutz Viionyx & Blue Miehrath :: Western Weyr :: sariraii Z'ri & Blue Talmaith :: Western Weyr :: Mr Cheri Adairan & Green Anxith :: High Reaches Weyr :: DarkHikari Belgian & Green Molihuth :: High Reaches Weyr :: Peppermint Coffee Farensil & Green Zhenth :: High Reaches Weyr :: Ruhane Chiisai Kellyn & Green Hesith :: Western Weyr :: Malikztiah Ankhwave Liaven & Green Sarbath :: Western Weyr :: Hattaki Noska & Green Feslegenth :: High Reaches Weyr :: Princess_Feylin Raelin & Green Saith :: High Reaches Weyr :: medigel :: Deceased R'ose & Green Sahrawith :: High Reaches Weyr :: houllow Rylen & Green Aghamorth :: Western Weyr :: Andranis S'eran & Green Fujiath :: Western Weyr :: Zaikt Valineaux & Green Zhuchath :: High Reaches Weyr :: Strickenized Alya & White Baihath :: Western Weyr :: Tsunake
Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2020 11:33 pm
Name: Tikallie Age: 19 Nameday: 3557.4.25 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: *Flails hands wildly* Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (Star Flame) Previous Rank/Craft: Drudge Voice:X ~ ASMR Song:Unpretty ~ TLC Physical Description: While none would ever mistake calling her tall, Tikallie is certainly not the shortest person in even her immediate family at her 5’3” height that serves simply to draw attention to every flaw that she has. She was born with white hair from the hair on her head to her eyebrows and eyelashes that frame her narrow reddish-brown eyes, much unlike any in her family that all have black or brown hair. Thanks to her insecurities about how her hair looks she’s been known to use red flowers to dye the ends of her hair as they tend to transfer the most color over of any flower color she could use and it at least lifts her confidence a bit, but she still lets it grow out very long despite disliking it. Between her hair and the pale nature of her skin she tends to avoid sunlight if she can but does not burn incredibly fiercely as long as she isn’t out in it for hours without protection.
Many small scars litter her face, neck, chest and shoulders, faint and barely noticeable unless someone were staring straight at her and she’s not fond of letting that happen. They’re long healed scars from when she was bullied by her older siblings, shoved into rose bushes and other sticker plants when her parents and the other adults in their lives weren’t looking. Due to how many and how bad they look generally she uses a sort of dust or makeup to cover the scars and keep them from view, but the easiest way for her to keep anyone from seeing the dozens of scars is to never look them in the face, which she so rarely does anyway.
While she’s most fond of wearing dresses and pulling her hair into various styles, she has been trained well in what she should wear to fight the menace that is thread and rather likes the leathers and face covers as it means no one can see her scars. Off her beloved Gaerdalth she can be found in dresses and covered in flowers as she literally will cover herself in them from her hair to around her neck and down in her boots, even up her sleeves. Any flowers she can find an any that she works with that are in season. Personality: To call Tikallie shy would be an understatement, if she doesn't know you very well she just barely lacks the capacity to even talk to you, especially if the person that wants to is within her age range. Thanks to the bullying that she was subjected to at the hands of her older and even younger siblings, the children that her siblings were friends with, even the rest of the children in the Hold, she generally views those within her age range as dangerous and untrustworthy. Add her guillibility in there, a trait she's painfully aware of even if she can't help it, and a mixture of it and the past cruelty has made her more than a little withdrawn from her peers. She can speak and does, usually in short sentences and very quietly, but chooses often to avoid it if at all possible which leads many to believe that she's either afraid or incapable of connecting with others. To her credit neither is true, she can connect and often isn't afraid of the world around her thanks to her own curiosity and desire to see as many plants as she can, as many flowers as are out there. If given the right amount of understanding and time for her to get used to those she's around Tikallie is capable of great kindness to those that have earned her respect and her loyalty runs deeper than most know. Though it has yet to be asked of her the girl would put herself in harms way or give her life to protect those that she cares for, even if they are few.
Most of the time her issues can be narrowed down to her insecurities, bred from the way she was treated and neglected in life by her family and most those around, and while most of her life dealing with them was a lot, most of them have been pressed back since her Impression to Gaerdalth who has done nothing but heap love and confidence upon her. Through this bond she's managed to come out of her shell even just a little bit with goading and has begun reaching out to others, especially those in the same wing as her who fight alongside her, as their lives are as much in her hands as hers is in their's. It has brought some level of trust to her and loyalty being something that they've earned she's become a more generous person with her time and with her actions because of it.
Born the middle child of five in the desert Hold of Igen there was something... off... about the third born child of these two flower and spice merchants that had never had an issue with children before or after. Incredibly pale compared to her darker skinned family and born with bright white hair they named her Tikallie, a name that purposefully matched no one in their family or anyone that they knew. An outsider in her own family, her siblings often left her alone and her parents, unsure of how to deal with her other than to simply let her do whatever she wanted and make certain that her pale skin didn't burn, she was left all but alone near the only thing that she showed an interest in... plants. Because of this she grew up with minimal contact and the little she got was so rarely positive. Abused by her older siblings, her eldest sister the most, even her younger siblings followed suite while her parents in general avoided the knowledge though whether this was because they didn't care or because they were oblivious and never stopped working to notice that she was in such dire shape is still an unspoken mystery.
The bullying ranged from mental to even physical in nature, everything about her insulted in 'teasing' manners, sometimes her face shoved into sticker bushes or rose bushes which gave her the dozens of small scars that cover her upper body. After turns and turns of it she was so withdrawn that she barely spoke to them or her parents even though she knew full well how to and no one outside of her family could hardly remember her. Tikallie was a ghost to the entire hold, only spoken about as if she were a spirit that walked about the gardens and helped the plants to grow, for they were all she cared about. Long after all but her youngest brother had gone on to be either Searched to stand as candidates or gone to find a craft, the small girl worked in gardens with plants and preformed drudgework for her family's merchant business. It was easy, for she barely had to speak and often was left to her own devices unless she was ordered around by her parents or younger brother and these were generally jobs involving the shipment or delivery of flowers for different things across Pern.
One such occasion brought her to Western Weyr along with her two younger brothers in tow, the youngest was to see along the route if there were any holds with crafts that interested him. The goal of their journey to check on their older sister at the Weyr, a candidate that was expected to stand when the eggs currently on the sands hardened. To the surprise of all three their arrival was loud with the sound of humming dragons. While her two brothers were instantly excited, both thrilled for the chance to see their older sister possibly Impress to a dragon, Tikallie was not near as thrilled about the happenings and planned on not being anywhere near it. Dragons weren't something she ever considered in her life and they were large and loud and everything that was set to send her into a fit of fear, but she was drug by both of her brothers to witness it for "family solidarity" that she had never once felt. As the first eggs began to hatch her stomach twisted into knots and her body began to shake, for there were candidates that were suddenly in the line of sharp claws and ran the risk of being killed after all! She didn't want to see that! Struggling to escape from it all, to go somewhere quieter and calmer, the older of her brothers, finally frustrated with her fear and trying to hold her in place, struck her across the face as he always did when trying to get her attention. The action was followed by a noise that none of them had ever heard before, a loud shrieking scream that distracted those around them who were trying to help and resulted in an egg being blown apart to reveal a red-eyed blue hatchling that seemed to be screaming right at the trio of them. Clearly uninterested in the candidates around him, the small blue stalked to the edge of the stands and kept up the angry shrieking noise until he realized he couldn't reach them.
I can't get to you up there so you must be brave and come down here, Tikalliemine! How dare you hit her, come down here with her and I'll show you how wrong you are to lay a hand on anyone ever! Together we'll protect those that deserve it from those that would abuse them! Eyes still an angry red the blue creeled for her in desperation and concern, distressed that he couldn't get to her to keep her safe and so angry that anyone would hit the one he'd come into the world for, the small dragon forced his words to all three of them. While both of her brothers had frozen in their motions, Tikallie couldn't freeze for she felt something surging through her that pulled her towards the sands below, a bravery that filled her from the inside out and told her over and over that it would be okay. Skidding onto the sands, the little white haired girl ignored every word spoken to her, every warning yelled to her, collapsing on the sands beside her little blue so she could wrap him in a hug full of tears and shaking. Gaerdalth, as he would finally tell her after they were ushered from the sands by better trained hands, filled the young girl with love and safety like she'd never known and it helped to ease the transition and the hatred that she instantly received from her family as her older sister didn't Impress that day.
While Impressing to a dragon can be life changing it wasn't quite life changing enough for this withdrawn little girl who had never received enough in the way of contact to make a solid bond for her dragon. Somewhat unstable for days she was turned over to the hands of the mindhealers of Western Weyr by the Weyrlingmaster before she could begin her training, to teach her what she needed and get to the source of what might be causing such unbalance in the pair. It took time, as all things, to break through to the source of her issues and get her up to speed enough for her to be returned to Weyrlingmaster Liat which put she and her beloved partner behind his clutch siblings in training. While she's not fully recovered, whatever that could be to her, from the past she's managed to withstand Tikallie has come quite a long way from being a nameless ghost in a Hold to being a dragon rider and Gaerdalth has been beside her every step of the way to remind her why he chose her and the strength he sees within her. Though she's made significant progress she still enjoys the quiet moments of her life when she can relax with her dragon while he naps and takes every chance she can to surround herself with flowers even still.
Name: Gaerdalth Age: 4 Color: Blue Size: 46' Voice:X ~ Hiro Hamada/Big Hero 6 Song:No Matter Where you Are ~ The Book of Life Physical Description: Delicate of frame and size, this brilliantly pale little blue with his elegant markings on his wings, throat and tail is a bit longer than he is tall with a long tail and long wings to keep him balanced when flying. He's more prone to be acrobatic and speedy than he is strong which is unfortunate given his desire to throw himself before any type of danger. All those pale blue swirls and designs that cover him can seem as though they're moving on their own when he's flying.
Thanks to a nasty threadfall on an extremely windy day in winter, a wingmate was about to fall into the path of an oncoming clump of thread spores and Gaerdalth flew in the way of it to defend them. While Tikallie's leg was saved despite it's location, the little blue was left with a missing right front leg and has a gnarly scar of threadscoring that covers from the back of his neck, where spine ridges used to be and down around to the underside of his belly, having sacrificed the limb rather than see another hurt. Currently he's grounded for a turn as he heals and learns to fly again, adapting to life as tri-pod dragon. It will take some time for the muscles in his neck and chest to get back to fighting shape as well. Personality: Gaerdalth exploded from his egg with one thought in mind, protection. He's offered protection, defense, and understanding to every being in his presence be they dragon or human ever since it happened and with his somewhat gilded tongue he's able to dole out ease of heart and mind with words as well as protection through his selfless actions. Selfless only scrapes the tip of the iceberg with this dragon's personality, one that meshes so well with his rider's own loyalty and compassion that the pair of them sometimes have issues when it comes to holding back. Mainly it's Tikallie's fear for her own dragon that keeps her from letting him throw the pair of them in front of any threat, for she has yet to meet a person she'd give her life for even if both she and her life partner have that capacity. It comes from a place of love within him and it's love that drives him to sacrifice his own time and physical health for others if he's not restrained.
Aside from being overprotective and somewhat chivalrous in general the little blue is very relaxed and loves to spend free time relaxing near any body of water he can find. He enjoys his rider's affinity for plants because they tend to make the area a bit cooler in their little weyr by the beach, but he also would rather spend his time with his tail or wings in the water. Gaerdalth also enjoys naps when he's completely relaxed, summertime being the best of all times to do so in his opinion, with the heat of the sun down upon him and his rider leaning against him under the shade of a tree. Because of Tikallie's love of flowers he's often covered in them, form his headknobs to his tail and neck, flower chains and jewelry involving flowers, they'll remove it before training and fighting thread but otherwise he's often adorned.
Although this small blue is well old enough to chase after greens he has only ever given chase one time because he'll happily restrain himself for his rider's sake. Her insecurities leave him wrapped around her during flights of gold varieties as well, protecting her from any possible overwhelming feelings she might have as if he were an anchor. It isn't that he doesn't want to chase, but being so small he often has his doubts as to whether he can catch the beautiful greens he sees rising and doesn't wish to let them down.
Name: V'gar (Formerly Vangar) Age: 26 Nameday: 3550.6.27 Sex: Genderfluid Sexual Orientation: Demisexual(Or, "Don't touch me, I don't know you! D<" ) Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Wingrider (Trespassers) Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Wherhide Crafter Voice:X ~ Shane/The L Word Song:Lost Forever ~ Muzzy Physical Description: Hardly bulky and overly built, V'gar barely tops 5'8" and tends towards lean wiry muscle which hides the wicked strength that exists behind their facade of relaxed, carefree and often gentle smiles. That is all that gentle though, muscles can bunch up and react in moments, strength is quick coming and it is as brutal as the scars that V'gar wears on their face as proof of years spent growing and learning lessons that might be too hard for others. The patchy eyebrows they sport often pull down over dark, nearly black, squinted eyes that will line deeply as time goes on and while they rarely ever frown they aren’t known for being easy to read at face value. “Do they dislike me? Are they annoyed?” Who really can say?
Large calloused hands, deeply tanned skin from living in the desert, scars not only on the face but littering the arms, and a crop black hair braided tightly into dozens and dozens of tiny braids, keep people from generally getting close enough to see how this rangy rider sees fit to express themselves to the world. Being so skinny and wiry keeps clothing hanging rather loose from them and that works out rather well as that identity and expression can change from day to day and sometimes multiple times a day. While generally it falls under the general 'they' V'gar will accept just about any pronoun thrown at them with a sort of grace, as they know full well it's hard to tell and they embrace that fully with amusement. Some might call them pretty, others hard, but either way all that matters is that they're happy and comfortable with themselves.
Personality: In Igen the desert is hot, the desert can be brutal and heartless, the heat can bake you with the intensity and this all shaped V'gar into who they are and what they would come to be as time moved along. Naturally they adopted the tendency towards being mistrustful of outsiders and others that the hold they were born into generally propagated in the first place, everyone was doing it! While it isn't instant their trust can be earned by those that try hard enough or insist long enough that they would be worthwhile company and while these are few and far between, there are those that, for their sins, have earned that right. It very well may be a sin to become friendly with this rider, for their vices can far outweigh their drive and creativity if they're given half a chance to scratch the ever present itch. Alcohol, smoking, and food so spicy it would send you howling at the moons were staples for quite some time to this former crafter, if they weren't found tanning wherhide with a plume of smoke around their head or drinking too long into the night afterwards while still pursuing their craft, people almost didn't recognize them. Stargazing with friends and cooking could start out innocently enough and turn into anything but.
It should be noted, that while they can give into these vices, often it's the heavy call of their drive for what they're doing, be it crafting or now training and fighting thread, that pulls them back and keeps them from imploding. Creativity can be grasped at to turn these flaws of character towards more interesting outlets and if people are tough on them these things can shine through all the brighter for being so muddied in the past. Bend them, twist them, hold them too close to the flame and work them past the point of breaking; these things will only serve to make them stronger and cause their strong drive to kick in, leaving all others in the dust behind them as they work even harder to prove their worth. They were born for this; it's their reason for being. V'gar won't defy those around them that wish to see greatness within them; rather they'll turn the tables around and give that drive back to others in a desire to see all those around them succeed.
To succeed in the Pern devastated by thread is not easy, but it makes protecting those who cannot protect themselves all the more important and no one knows this more than those that have lost people it its sudden arrival. Friends gone, entire holds nearly decimated by falling spores blown on winds, they have known suffering and have seen it through hardened features. V'gar would have given their life to have been able to save their friends, but they were in a Weyr, many miles away and protected in a way that those they cared for were not. While this was a blessing it left them with the taste of bile in their mouths, for their choice had nearly swayed another way the day they were Searched and this was a common occurrence. Indecision is a daily part of the rider's life, in the past and even now, but with the return of thread some of that waffling dance back and forth between multiple decisions has been washed away in the face of it.
Despite having lived a life that was devoted towards a craft and more than one wild day of excitement and unpredictable actions, V’gar is not completely driven by these things alone. Thanks to events in their past, a life saved by the sacrifice of another, the rider is more than a little prone to giving what they have, be it time or materials long worked on or even crafted tediously, to others without a single thought to why they were doing it. They were just helping after all! It can be abused by those around them if they aren’t vigilant about it, this generally stemming from their issue with linear time in general. If they were to mention something that they believed happened turns and turns ago, only to discover, to the amusement of those around them, that it happened less than one turn prior, they would likely blush and try to play it off. Time and turns and days even jumble up in the rider’s head and sometimes something that felt as though it occurred merely a day before was really months ago, this has lead V’gar to simply live in the moment in which they currently exist and generally they won’t think too hard about the past if they can help it. That’s when all the trouble arises after all!
Positive Trait List: Driven, Creative, Selfless, Lives in the moment Negative Trait List: Indecisive, VERY slow to trust, Gives in to vices when it gets tough, Jumbles up time and events
History:
There were only a handful of people in a caravan who know the early turns of Vangar's life and no one knows where they've gotten off to, for they certainly deserve punishment for their treatment of a mere child. At five turns old, the small child with the scarred face was witnessed working, scrubbing down wagon wheels and carrying baskets or boxes to and fro, by a young bar maid in Igen that threw down what she was doing and stormed to the caravan owner in an utter rage. The only answer that she was given was that the child was working off the debt of parents turns deceased, for the debt was still owed and only labor could pay it off now in the face of their youth. Disgusted, angry, furious even, the bar maid named Vraga found a way to pay off the debt that the child 'owed' the monsters of the trade caravan and when they pulled out it was with one less mouth to feed that had transfered over to her alone. No partner in the world, life savings of marks now gone, Vraga took the child under her wing and named them Vangar scrambled their name so that it showed her own in there as well, asking her newly adopted child every step of the way what they wanted to do, who they wanted to be and what would make them happy.
While they never had much they always had each other for the first few turns that Vraga and Vangar were together as a makeshift family and while they were faced with many challenges in the form of distrust and almost pariah sort of views for the child's origins, they were never turned away. Thanks to being freed from their essential indentured servitude, Vangar ran amok at first, learning what true freedom and happiness could be while being given the chance to play and experience everything that the Hold had to offer from friendship to new sights and sounds. It wasn't long until their mother discovered how they viewed the world, that their ever changing self descriptions and the way that they viewed the world was much different and she protected them from that, wanting to preserve their right to be as such. She impressed upon them that they should work hard, play harder, and live life to the fullest as they now had the opportunities that they never would have had before in that caravan, a place that they might have worked until they died. Would have worked until they died.
At age 11 they chose the craft they wished to follow, one that was close enough to home that Vangar could run home to their mother, to see her and be rowdy with the friends that they'd eventually made and that had stayed if they so wished to do so. Masters were hardly accepting of this entirely, but they knew the wild spirit, the indecisive soul, that was placed in their hands and they gave them all the creative space they needed.... for a turn. Then with all the strength of the craft hall they cracked down and real learning began. In the face of being somewhat cut off from their old life, Vangar bucked at first and then threw themselves fully into it, knowing that the one way back to the norm, to the known, was to run headfirst into the unknown and learn everything that was being placed before them. It was hard, it was daunting and full of hot sweaty days in the desert craft hall learning practices that were as ancient, if not even older, than the Pernese themselves. Inexplicably they loved it and the 'norm' became that, so much so that even on free days they would be pressing to learn more and more, experience new things.
For what had their mother told them?
The hard work stayed for so long, for such an incredible span, that it became a part of who Vangar was by the end and they couldn't ever truly stop thanks to the force of their driven soul. Their mother sacraficed so much for them, wouldn't it be a shame if they weren't able to work just as hard as she? At twenty one turns they walked the tables to journeyman, able to make just about anything involving wherhide, a medium that they didn't know at the time would come to be so important to them. Along the way to that title they made new friends, ones that hadn't left to pursue other crafts or that had simply stayed around for a similar one and the group of five of them were quickly discovered to share the same sort of vices and desires, ran with the same crowds before in a way. Life became a party after their graduations to journeymen, they went out into Pern to experience and to learn different things, the entire group of them. While Vangra had picked up both smoking while they were learning, a tip passed down by elders in the interest of relaxing on micro-breaks, they picked up drinking and partying in the hours afterwards, in the time between. Frienships came and went around the group of five friends but they were always together... until one night.
Alone and drinking at a bar, their mother's bar of all places, where she had lived and worked and eventually succumbed to sickness and death at, Vangar was toasting her life when a rider of all people walked in and sat beside them. Through the haze of warm and glowing liquor and fond memories tinged with just a bit of saddness, the crafter found themselves reaching out and running one heavily induced hand along the edge of the jacket, recognizing it as something they had once made. If they had been sober they might have been amused that the rider didn't pull back from such an odd figure just randomly touching them, but they were instead caught off-guard themselves by the laughter and the conversation that it sparked. For the man knew who he was. While they will never admit to fully being unaware of how they came to the Weyr, somehow Vangar made a decision, a waffly and incredibly tilted decision, through all of the alcohol that they'd injested. Maybe it was because of the vulerability they were experiencing at their mother's old workplace, maybe it was how things were changing in life, it could even have been the fact that the man claimed to be an uncle in a way that had them questioning the truth.
The next morning the sun shone down on High Reaches Weyr and found Vangar waking up at what felt an unreasonable hour with an even more unreasonable hangover. So began life as a candidate, stripped of any vice they once had in the interest of learning just as they had when they had been a mere apprentice in the craft hall. It was sobering and it was almost nostalgic in a way, the work and the need. Now at just barely twenty three turns old, the wiry and braided newcomer was offkilter and spent most of their time running around cleaning and mucking and suddenly, without what seemed to be very much warning at all on their part, they were shoved out onto the sands in a solid white robe to meet their 'destiny'. Destiny, whatever that was to Vangar, was a small green with eyes that stared right into them, that knew them for what they were and everything that they could bring and everything that needed tempered and met head on. She promised help, she promised love, unconditional and deeper than what V'gar was certain they could handle. Her patience was their mother, her love almost felt like Vraga reaching out one last time to make certain they were okay.
Tears were to be expected.
Name: Ngawanth Origin of Name: From Ngawang, meaning “Powerful Speech” in Tibetan, it was the name given to the 5th Dalai Lama upon their full monastic ordination. It was the 5th Dalai Lama that initially unified Tibet under a single state and establishing diplomatic relations the surrounding countries. Age: 3 Color: Green Size: 50' Voice:X ~ Lady Sylvanas Windrunner/World of Warcraft Song:The Cave ~ Mumford & Sons Physical Attributes: A thin little green with a slightly longer neck and tail than average, Ngawanth is almost fragile looking despite her size and that often leads to others underestimating her strength and stamina. Her soft head is crowned by long head knobs and ever watchful narrow eyes that can almost give her a distrustful look when she’s initially sizing someone up, as they flash a mixture of disorienting colors while she makes up her mind. That they glow from the darkness of her face is impressive as the bright pop of her markings against their dark background makes her look as though she's glowing from the inside out as the rope markings trail their way from her neck down to her tail and the tree-looking markings shine in her wings. The more she's oiled the brighter those markings appear to shine.
A scattering of scars across her haunches marks the consequences of hesitation and inaction on both the part of her rider and herself from their first threadfall together. Though the wounds were taken care of meticulously there was little hope of them not forming a pattern of scars that much match her rider’s own. Through life with threadfall she's acquired even more, the most notable being the spiral of scars around her back right leg that's left her with a severe limp. Personality: Live and let live, to a point. Ngawanth is a dragon that believes the right decision can be reached in anything by waiting and allowing the correct answer to come with time, a suspension of actions is needed in order to get to the root of the indecision. While she’s more than willing to wait for the opportune moment, she can react freely and with confidence once that moment truly comes, for in this she’s completely certain that she’s made the correct decision after all. Sometimes waiting is all about finding another way to do something, a second outcome that wasn’t so freely available the first time the issue was posed, in this she is a master of fluid thinking and reaction, as if it were a dance where the steps are ever changing.
It might not come as much surprise to others that she restrains her own desires to give way for those of another then, that she’ll sacrifice her own happiness in order to see the safety or happiness of another come long before her own. Come what may, she accepts what is and is more than willing to put her own self interest aside for the sake of others and the Weyr each time she rides into the sky. “A higher cause” is what she often calls it when asked and she fully understands her standing within the hierarchy of High Reaches Weyr and accepts the role that she plays in keeping all those without dragons or a way to defend themselves, free of thread. This does not mean, however, that she is willing to sacrifice her own health or that of her rider; if that particular priority were to come into question she would quickly overturn it in favor of a new perspective on it. Without her rider she cannot help others and without her wings said rider couldn’t help the Weyr either, they both need one another and the Weyr needs all the dragons and help they can get to fight the menace of such an Old Enemy.
Just as easily as she can overturn the priorities and perspectives in one aspect of her life, she can quickly twist them in all others as well. Ngawanth will not hold onto toxic friendships or relationships and is completely unafraid to let go of those that bring her nothing but strife without even a ‘fare thee well’ or a flick of her tail. In this, as in many things, she is relaxed and willing to take a deep breath before she makes a decision, but should she be given long enough to understand something as a detriment to herself or others she will cut it from her life with ease.
Ngawanth is comfortable in her awareness and her willingness to think things through in a manner much different than her action prone siblings, but it generally means she is left in their shadows as they run off to save the world as bravely and as quickly as possible. This is a place that she enjoys, for it means she can help them from those same shadows.
Additional Notes: While her flame may be short it burns hot and she tends to hesitate with it for just the right moment, a trait she and her rider will need to work on as it could lead to disastrous results. Ngawanth does not rise very often, while she might at least once a turn take to the skies, she finds little use for it as she will simply give in to the fastest of the pack rather quickly, instead of actually looking for a perfect suitor.
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