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Alternate Histories Hatching 2.0; [FINISHED]
Topic Started: Nov 12 2016, 02:01 PM (983 Views)
TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
The plain, faintly-mottled shell of one of the queen’s larger eggs cracked slowly, but surely. There was no fanfare, no explosions of shards. The dragonet inside chipped away at its shell methodically, This wasn’t a race, contrary to what some of its brothers and sisters might subconsciously believe. A piece of the shell wobbled, rose away from the rest of the egg, and toppled onto the burning sands, making way for a brilliant orange nose. Wet nostrils flared as the dragonet took its first breath, the fresh air filling its lungs and spurring it to give the final push needed to split its egg into several large, neat pieces. In the cradle of the largest piece, the dragonet slowly uncoiled, flaring sticky, tapered orange wings.

A copper! One that seemed almost pink as the light shifted around him, but no...he was definitely beryllium, and a stunning example of his color. Golden-orange dashed the tips of his tail and nose, his paws, stretched over his wing sails, where it was broken by the sky blue of his wing arms and fingers. He kept those pretty wings spread as he stood, looking around with a mixture of curiosity and eagerness in his spinning eyes. There was no decision-making, no for him. He knew exactly who he wanted among those white-robed two-legs who called so hopefully to him.

Wobbly-legged, he toddled towards the young man, growing steadier and surer with every step. O’ris! O’ris, your Uvenith is here. Come to me, don’t just stand there. I have waited so very, very long for you. Rainbow eyes fixated on his chosen one as he sat at his feet, pressing his nose to his stomach and crooning his love. I am very glad to meet you. And...very hungry, too.



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Beryllium Uvenith
(Yew - venn - ith)
Ambitious, Adoring, Sarcastic
46 Feet
O’ris

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Appearance:

At full growth, Uvenith stands smack-dab in the middle of the copper dragon size range. He’s a healthy forty-six feet long and eleven-and-a-half feet tall at the shoulder. He’s narrower than one might expect from a metallic male, all sinewy grace and lean muscle. His elegant, tapered wings will give him an edge over his bronze and copper brethren in flight, allowing him an agility rarely seen in large dragons. Uvenith is an athlete, no doubt, and judging by the proud arch of his neck, he sure knows it. The endurance sacrificed in exchange for his acrobatic ability won’t be sorely missed, and he’ll still last a full Fall.

Uvenith would fit right in among the tropical wherries of the South, for he is the draconic personification of a sunrise. His base coloring is a pale, bright, pale copper that borders on coral pink, gleaming with metallic orange in the sunshine. That gorgeous orange covers his paws, tail tips, muzzle, and stands out in stark contrast with the sky blue of his wing arms on his wing sails. Thank Faranth for his maneuverability; it would be such a shame for that pretty hide to be marred by Thread.


Personality:

Ambitious: Uvenith is a proud young copper with big dreams. He has a very healthy sense of self-worth, and therefore he will strive to reach his full potential. Unlike O’ris, however, he isn’t very entitled. He knows that he and his rider will need to work hard to achieve his their goals. That’s alright, though, because no prize is truly a prize if it isn’t earned. Driven, focused, and confident, this dragon will reach for the stars, and drag O’ris beside him every step of the way.

Overbearing: While he’s no Tiberis, Uvenith will not stand for O’ris’ lazy tendencies. He will push the man ruthlessly, and while it is well-intentioned, it will put the two at odds. There will be arguments, but Uvenith will always consider them worth it. His O’ris has too much potential to waste with idleness, even if O’ris sulks and snaps at him for his helpfulness. And when he does succeed in encouraging O’ris to get off his tailfork, Uvenith’s overbearing pushiness becomes overbearing pride. He holds back no praise for a job well done.

Sarcastic: When it comes to wit and snark, O’ris has met his match in Uvenith. This copper is clever and quick of mind, constantly observing and thinking. His complete awareness of his surroundings lead to the swift formation of snarky remarks and sarcastic little quips meant to get a response from his rider. Now...whether the desired response is laughter or a defensive retaliation...that depends on the situation.

Adoring: In Uvenith, O’ris has found the one person in the world guaranteed to never leave him. All of the man’s fears of abandonment and worries of disappointing others will be shattered against Uvenith’s glittering copper hide. Uvenith loves O’ris with the undying, unconditional sort of love that all dragons share with their riders, but it sometimes seems that he loves his boy even more than his brethren do their bondeds. He will forever be O’ris’ biggest fan, most trustworthy confidant, and secretly, the finest cuddle-buddy ever hatched.


Fun Facts:

  • Uvenith has a peculiar tendency to say the same phrase whenever he gets worried. This phrase is “Oh bother,” and over time, those close to him will be conditioned to grow concerned whenever he utters those two words.
  • Food is great, food is tasty, and food is Uvenith’s favorite thing after O’ris. Prone to gluttony, he will be the prime candidate in his clutch to get thicktail (good luck, O’ris), and that experience will not deter him in the future. Even after he is done growing, he will harbor a fondness for eating, and he has a fascination with human sweets. Bubbly pies are the easiest way to turn his pushiness into pure joy, if only for a few minutes.
  • The muscles in Uvenith’s face are unusually mobile, which can lead to some very interesting facial expressions. He is very good at mimicking human faces, and his favorite is the twisted-muzzle-tongue-sticking-out. If you’re very lucky, you might even get to see him attempt to cross his eyes!

(Dragon, Hatching Post, and Pixel by Whiz)


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
One of the smaller eggs in the Crom shipment appeared to be having trouble, rattling madly as whatever was inside struggled to break free. Within the wrinkled, leathery shell, the wherlet bucked its spine, still-soft claws and broad head shoving, scrabbling. Beyond the shell, it could hear the Others. Shrieks and stranger, muted sounds. It was time to get out! The egg was too small, and all the food was gone! With a wail, the wherlet paused, panting with exertion, and then, with a mighty heave, finally pushed free.

Her head emerged first, large and broad, and unusually long. A green, but no culling would occur today! Blinking against the dim light, she gummed at the edges of her shell with a toothless mouth, opening a bigger hole. A long, gold-laced leg pushed free, and then another, followed by narrow shoulders and flailing, paper-thin wings. She was a beauty to behold, once one got past her ungainly proportions. Deep, forest green, rich even covered in amniotic fluid. As she flopped ungracefully from her prison, she rolled onto her back, revealing a brilliant gold underbelly.

Roooohhhhh! Wide red-blue eyes peered at the man, and she giggled at his upside-downness. Rooooh. Rohsk sooooo hungry. Tummy has rumbliesss. Feed---Ooh, what dat? For a split second, movement in one corner of the Hatching Cavern drew her attention, and she debated checking it out. But the hunger in her belly won out, and rolling onto her belly, Rohsk crawled into Rohken's lap and mouthed at his hand.



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Green Rohsk
(Roh - sk)
Goofy, Carefree, Needy
12 Feet
Rohken
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Appearance:

A wher through and through, Rohsk is an ungainly-looking, wrinkled specimen of a green. She’s slightly larger than the average green, twelve feet long and four feet tall at the shoulder. Her head is disproportionately large and long compared to her body, with sharp little headknobs and a broad muzzle. She’s otherwise very slender, with long legs and a whippy tail. Her wings are stubbier than most, and the membranes are thin and papery. Despite being a little front-heavy, thanks to her head, Rohsk is fast, and shockingly graceful and light on her feet. She's a stealthy wher, too, surprising even her packmates when she wants to.

A deep, dark forest green in color, Rohsk is perfectly suited for patrolling the jungle. Her hide is fairly plain, marking-wise, but the rich coloration leaves little to be desired. A brilliant gold color coats her underside, from chin to tail-tips, and travels down the backs of her legs to wind vine-like around to her paws. Golden stripes run down her tail, uneven and staggered.


Personality:

Goofy: Rohsk is...a clown. She is a big, floppy goofball with a surprising understanding of what humans find funny. While her wher brethren may find her antics annoying, humans tend to be amused by her creative humor and fun-loving attitude. Sometimes her jokes may not make much sense, but she can always be counted on to make someone laugh. She’s very prone to feigning stupidity to incite chuckles from her bonded.

Carefree and Reckless: The future and past are concepts that Rohsk chooses to ignore. They mean very little to this green, who lives in the moment and takes one day at a time. She has as good a memory as any wher, but rather than dwell upon things, she files them away for retrieval-as-needed. Foresight is not her strong suit, nor is planning. Because of this, she rarely pauses to consider consequences of her actions, which can lead to reckless behavior.

Needy: Rohken hates to be ignored, and Rohsk echoes that sentiment tenfold. She is a velcro-wher, pressed to her handler’s side as often as she can possibly be. Her big, ungainly head is constantly worming its way under his arm, or nudging his hand for the perfect eyeridge scritches that only he can give. She can get very jealous when he directs his attention elsewhere, though, true to her friendly nature, she gets over it quickly.

Adventurous: If there is anything on Pern that Rohsk likes as much as Rohken, it is adventure. She lives for a good, danger-ridden quest, making her the perfect scout for the Wher Troop. The unknown fills her with glee, and Roh’s head is constantly assaulted with pleas to check out strange things and go investigate some shady area that no one else will go near.


Fun Facts:

  • Rohsk is a chronic nail-biter. Her claws are ragged from her nibbling, and she refuses to let Rohken file them into smoother edges. Poor Rohken frequently gets nicked by the rough points when Rohsk tries to cuddle, leaving the green scrambling to lick the little cuts better.
  • Despite speaking without using her tongue, Rosk stutters when she’s nervous. Her mind has trouble finding the right words as she grows more anxious, causing her to stumble and stammer her way through sentences.
  • Rohsk, like a puppy, likes to chew on things. Or rather, she likes to mouth at things. Things that belong to Rohken and smell like him. The man’s clothes, pillows, and blankets are often slimy with wher drool when he comes home. Thank Faranth she’s stopped targeting his underwear.
(Wher, Hatching Post, and Pixel by Whiz)


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
There was one in the wher clutch whose occupant was known: Crom had sent a former handler to Vaioa with a gold egg, and the man waited with wary anticipation for his queen to hatch. It was obvious he wouldn’t need to wait much longer; twitching had turned into rocking, and the occupant was visibly running out of patience.

Within the egg, the hatchling was only aware that there was movement all around her, and she kicked her feet out, indignant. Something was happening outside, and she was being left out! She wouldn’t stand for it. Hunger, curiosity, and anger compelled her to move, until at last she felt the walls of her prison crumbling around her.

Dumped out onto the hot sands, she collapsed heavily onto her side, disoriented. She could see that there was someone in front of her, though, reaching for her, and sitting beside him was a container. The contents smelled delicious.

But she didn’t want him, this old and stodgy human with high expectations of her. This was not the right one! Creeling, the gold who had been intended for a master from Crom lurched out of his grasp. She wasn’t graceful, but she was determined, and by the time the man had rallied to chase her, she had crossed half the length of the cavern and plowed into Solarik’s shins.

You! Feed me!



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Solarisk
Confident, Playful, Supportive
14 feet
Gold (#E2A600)
Solarik
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Appearance:
Solarisk will stand head and shoulders above most whers in the Troop, but will be fairly average in height and build for a gold. Topping out at fourteen feet, she is neither bulky nor streamlined, but strikes a good balance between the two. Long-legged and with a broad stance, she’s a sturdy creature, if not the fastest or most maneuverable.

She’s sparsely marked, but doesn’t need to be to turn heads: her coloring is absolutely gorgeous. Primarily a smooth and burnished gold, any movement will reveal undertones of red and yellow on her wings and along her torso. A darker, bronzer shade decorates her underbelly and the backs of her legs, a contrast that causes her to appear to glow, even in low light where her metallic sheen isn’t obvious.

Personality:
Solarik seeks perfection; Solarisk is perfection. She thinks highly of herself, and though she is vain, this sense of self-worth is more the result of idealism and self-confidence. She shares her handler’s sense of right and wrong, and her actions and commands reflect this strong moral compass.

This is a wher with high standards whose greatest desire is that those around her succeed. She is supportive and eager to help, and while she has her own sense of pride, she would far rather be proud of others. She enjoys nothing more than to see others do well – particularly if they’re doing what she’s asked them to.

Solarisk is a forgiving commander, though certainly a nosy and bossy one. She understands that, while she might have achieved excellence simply by hatching, others are afflicted with foibles, and she cannot expect perfection from anyone else. She is proactive, though not especially patient, and she is an excellent delegator. While not lazy by any means, she has no intention of overworking herself or her handler, and is perfectly content to allow others to take the reins when it suits her. She is very good at taking responsibility for her own actions, as well. However, even when admitting to a mistake, she’s not often gracious about it. She forgives, and expects to be forgiven, and will breeze blithely through an apology without any apparent awareness that an apology might not suffice, or that someone might hold a grudge.

Playful both at work and in her free time, Solarisk has a good sense of humor, and can be easily goaded into a competition. She is, however, a sore loser. She can become possessive of her handler, too, at seemingly random intervals. Though social and chatty, she will demand quality time alone with Solarik, and will get temperamental if she doesn’t get it. Finally, she is excellent at playing devil’s advocate, and will happily argue an alternate viewpoint, even if it conflicts with her own opinion – mostly because she enjoys a good debate, but also because she is flexible enough to want to explore every possibility before making a decision.

(Wher and Hatching Post by Tesla, Art by Tiny)


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
The murderbeast’s containment pod that only just passed for an egg sitting at Elmi’s feet was rocking harder now. it was clearly under assault from within. Suddenly, the egg cracked then broke apart to reveal a very solid looking brown , which was quickly identified as a he, was left on the straw, but he didn't stay down for long. The little one scrambled to his feet, shaking himself off vigorously.

He was already a well built Brown and white beast in truth despite being new. Different hues of brown covering his hide his underbelly was white except for a large red spot on his chest that could have been mistaken for soreness or bleeding if people didn’t know any better.

Snarling and grunting the brown he rounded on his former prison. The siren call that was the offal Elmi offered could wait. His hunger could wait. Revenge now he declared as he stomped on the egg jumping up and down on it pounding it into the sand with his weight for daring to have held him as long as it had. That over easy he gurgled proudly finally having vented his aggression on his much loathed former prison looking at Elmi the brown sat down on the remnants of his egg, much like a king on his throne Eggcitement done! Elmi feed her Elsk now. yiss.



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Elsk
Proud, Bull Headed, Punny
13 feet
Elmi
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Name: Elsk

Color: Brown

Handler: Elmi

Appearance:

This wher that could be described by some as a 13 foot chocolate bunny, that is if said chocolate bunny were half melted in a very hot sun and was allowed to develop far more teeth than should be allowed. and was in fact neither yummy nor a bunny. Shades of light and dark chocolate brown cover this wher mottling and striping him subtly. His underside is white from his chin to his tail only broken by a large splotch of red on his chest, a shade so rich that it could set a Blood wher to blushing.


Personality:

Proud: From the look of him and his solidly built muscles, to the way he carries himself every inch of this wher projects the air of a high opinion and confidence in himself and his own worth, bordering on arrogance when Elsk feels challenged and his habit of answering said challenges with the wish to fight/spar/wrestle/duel with the offender. Elmi should probably keep an eye on this.

Bull-headed: A trait he seems to share with his handler is bull headed stubbornness, Elsk’s arrogant streak he believes that whatever decision or conclusion he and his handler draws he and Elmi are always always right, which could either make them staunchest of allies equally undeterrable when their minds are set, or should their opinions be incompatible friction may very well occur.

Punny: Puns, Puns and more Puns, the highest form of groan inducing comedy is this wher’s bread and butter from his name to anything else he can twist this wher will be the cause of much blunt force trauma to his squad mates as they will no doubt make many a forceful introduction of their palms to their faces. There will be casualties of this wher’s wild word play. Or Elsk he will know he did it wrong and will correct it somewher

(Wher and Hatching Post by Cat, Pixel by Whiz)


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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One of the largest wher eggs was rocking with tremendous fervor. Impatient to follow his clutchmates onto the sands, the occupant of Danera’s was doing his level best to break free, and before long there were large, jagged-edged pieces breaking off. Soon after, a dark head was shoved through an opening at the top, and the hatchling paused to blink at the woman in front of him - but only for a moment. A few good kicks had him tumbling directly into her lap.

He was a healthy and stout little black, though not quite as big as his egg had promised, and his hide was an ashen color, lighter than most of his kin. The green markings he boasted seemed to glimmer in the torchlight.

He squirmed until he was comfortable, draped across Danera’s knees with his back pressed into her torso, and then he gave a gusty sigh. He regarded the nearby humans and wherlings with a detached sort of interest, and his eyes lingered on their buckets of food. He seemed to trust the woman behind him already - certainly more than the others in the cavern. He didn’t turn to watch at her when he inquired:
Food for Danesk, too?

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Danesk
Sarcastic, Discreet, Paternal
11 feet
Black (#474B3C)
Danera
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Appearance:
Danesk is on the small side for a black, measuring in at just 11 feet. It can be tough to tell, however, due to his frame: he's built like a tank, with a wide stance and absolutely massive shoulders. Unless you catch him standing beside another wher, he gives off the impression of being one of the largest in the Troop, if for no other reason than that he’s so thick-set and intimidating. He’ll be among Vaioa’s sturdiest, if not the most maneuverable. Though he can achieve a respectable speed if running long-distance, his turn radius will be almost laughably wide.

His coloring sets him apart, as well; his base hide is dark grey, with hints of an ashy brown that show up in bright light. His markings are a striking, bright emerald. A band runs from the tip of his nose down his spine, and the same color appears on his wingsails in narrow stripes. Finally, a faded version of the same green decorates his torso, crackling across his hide in a subtle web-like pattern.

Personality:
Danesk has little of the innate aggression typically associated with blacks. He’s a fearsome creature, to be sure, assertive and willing to throw his weight around when the situation calls for it. He is not, however, a hostile wher, and in fact has a very finely honed instinct for self-preservation. He’s deliberate, with an even temper, and never takes an uncalculated risk. He can, in fact, be quite selfish: he is extremely loyal to his handler, and is protective of his own safety and hers above all else. He will work hard for Danera, and serve happily as her staunchest supporter, but he will have little attachment to entities like the Troop without some strong encouragement. Danera’s wants and wishes are his own, and their partnership is his top priority.

Danesk is not the most talkative creature, but he is sociable in his own way, enjoying the company of others. He’s perceptive, and very difficult to lie to, and he absorbs information like a sponge. He might not spread gossip around – to anyone aside from his Handler – but he’s sure to be tapped into the local grapevine, and he can be manipulative when it suits him. He is, however, extremely discreet – very few will be able to detect his subtle machinations, even when he’s at his most meddlesome.

When you can get him talking, it will quickly become apparent that Danesk has a sophisticated understanding of sarcasm. While his own humor may be dry, however, he has a keen appreciation of jokes – he isn’t the best at telling them, but you can keep this wher entertained for hours with witty one-liners and comical anecdotes. He is also, however, very gracious in his interactions. He rarely begrudges others their failings, and has a great capacity for forgiveness. He doesn’t forget an insult or mistake, but he is usually willing to move past it, and he will not shy away from an apology he owes someone. He has an understated nobility that, while it may not be seen often, is perhaps his most admirable quality.

While adoring of his handler, Danesk is perfectly capable of acting independently, and is very competent when he does so. He is unselfconscious and unpretentious, able to take command without flaunting his size or relying on his strength. He works hard to succeed, but takes losing well, and with some encouragement from Danera he will make a reliable teammate. Finally, Danesk absolutely adores hatchlings and human children alike, and will make the best of babysitters. His handler typically comes first, but any children or wherlings placed under his care will always take priority, and he is both a protective and playful minder.

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Caylan & Grey Parath | El'jir & Blue Morrith
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TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
Another five minutes passed and The question of which egg would be next to hatch was soon answered. it was the average sized egg that had been assigned to Shadia, a particularly ugly egg to be sure looking more like wher dung than anything else. It began to wobble from end to end. It was like a pendulum first rocking to one end, then the other. No cracks had formed yet, but a faint scraping sound could be heard as the wher within meticulously worked.

Eventually, a very slow, soft crackling sound came from the egg. And finally a head pushed its way through. A large purple head. No purple whers didn’t exist. They didn’t. It had to be a blue...unless the rumours of the parents catching something while in the south held any weight maybe they ate an amethyst craterlizard?

The wherlet extracted himself from the wreck of his egg carefully putting much effort into not falling over as he could revealing that his oddness didn’t stop at the front as his hindquarters were a glistening white (and the sight of that pasty wher butt making several spectators swear off drinking water in the south) he stretched out his limbs and approached Shadiask You mine. I yours he said before dunking his head into Shadia’s pail dis mine too now. none for you. allll Shadiask's. Evil laugh. Evil laugh.



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Shadiask
Unreadable, Blunt, Darkly Humorous
10 feet
Shadia
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Name: Shadiask

Color: Blue

Handler: Shadia

Appearance:

To say Shadiask has a very distinct appearance would be an understatement. The most average thing about him is his ten feet in length however his hide starting at his head is a blue so rich and deep that it looks royally purple, this would already be unusual but moving along his body towards his hindquarters color seems to cease to be as his hind legs, rump and tail are all a stark white. Shadiask also has a black mask and striping along his wing sails which he wears like war paint.

Personality:

Unreadable: To onlookers it would seem that nothing throws off Shadiask or surprises him and for the most part they would be right. Shadiask tends to be quite calm and level headed for a wher and hints at him being an observant creature with a keen intelligence beneath that purple head of his, but unless you happen to either know him well enough or you happen to be Shadia it can hard to know for certain almost to the point of wondering if he’s too detached cares. He does. He just doesn’t show it much in his body language outside of the licks he’s fond of giving to those he likes.

Blunt: If theres one thing Shadiask can’t be accused of its beating around the bush. He can be very honest and open when voicing his unfiltered thoughts and opinions, and he honestly encourages others to be the same. Especially his handler. Shadiask wants to help his dearest human be happy, and to that end he will end up planting his snowbutt in her path to work on those thoughts and feelings, whether he has to sit on her and lick her till she looks like a prune though is up to her.

Dark humour: some healers may believe that laughter is the best medicine. We’re pretty sure these people would amend that view upon meeting Shadiask who may ever laugh alone at his own dry wit and sarcasm that makes his bedside manner questionable at best and atrocious at worst. For instance the correct way to help a patient in pain isn’t offering to bite off the afflicted parts. Shadia may wish to ensure mind healers are available before she and Shadiask go on the prowl.

(Wher and Hatching Post by Cat, Pixel by Whiz)


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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A large egg, large enough to be gold and slightly tinged with a metallic hue that made people wonder if it wasn’t one, rocked from side to side. Stopped. Rocked again. Stopped. A shiver ran through the egg, and a bulge appeared at the bottom. A twitch and the leg broke free, a hind leg? Glistening redly, it was clearly obvious what colour the occupant was, and several wagers were quickly settled. Another twitch and the top of the egg split open and a wing popped out. A… white wing? Mutters began, what kind of dragon was actually within the egg… With a muffled trumpeting noise, the occupant suddenly burst free, eggshell fragments raining down onto the eggs nearest her, and a gasp rising from the stands as the, definitely garnet, hatchling unfurled and got to her feet in the ruins of her egg.

A ruby red colouration was obviously the base, but was largely splashed with white, and a tinge of a deep rose gold edged the white. Was it a trick of the light, or did her white areas glisten with a rainbow of colour? Slowly, regally, she stalked forwards, stumbling slightly but recovering quickly, shaking her head to regain her poise. Ugh, she was covered in fluid and sand... She shook herself, spattering those nearest with amnion, sand and bits of shell, before looking into the crowded candidates.

Not even a single hesitation, she knew who was here for her and she moved towards her now, speeding up a little bit as her stomach audibly snarled in her belly.

Looking up at her chosen, rainbow eyes swirling, she spoke.

Malaika. We are together, you are mine, I, yours. The regal tone and bearing faded as her stomach growled again. Now, please feed me, my stomach is so empty.

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Garnet Pauath
Friendly, Bubbly, Moody.
56 Feet
Malaika
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Appearance: Pauath is garnet, don’t let her markings throw you off. Her red hide glints with suggestions of ruby, and has a shine to it that is evident even without oiling. When oiled she’s simply stunning, reflecting light fit to near blind a person in full sun. Her garnet hide is patched with a silvery white pigmentation, which glimmers and shines with a rainbow sheen, reminiscent of bubbles, orthe insides of a shell, a mother of pearl, opalescent sheen. The edges of her white patches are frosted with a dusting of red gold, a vivid reminder that she is a gold mutation.

As if her colouring wasn’t enough, her size helps to remind one, at 56 feet she’d give a gold pause for thought. With her size, you’d expect bulk but no, she’s as slender and graceful a dragon as one could wish. Her wings could seem overlarge but that may be, in part at least, due to the colouration, the broad, sweeping sails more white than garnet, almost ghostly.

Personality:

Unlike her rider, Pauath is a friendly, outgoing dragon. She loves nothing more than to be up and about, and will happily drag Malaika out of the weyr to go on a trip somewhere, anywhere. The spirit of adventure rests in this garnet’s hide and she’s not about to let it get away, even if her rider isn’t in one of her moods.

She has a wicked sense of humour though, and the weyrling barracks weren’t the safe place they usually were with this minx in them. Missing items, blankets stolen, chunks of meat left in people’s shoes… All in good fun though, she’s not got a mean bone in her body. Owing to the larger amount of responsibility placed on them as she grew, her pranks have fallen by the wayside, much to the relief of pretty much everyone. Oh she’s still got it in her, but she saves it for special occasions now.

In a direct contrast to her bubbly self, when she’s proddy she’s a brooding, sullen, moody ball of hiss. If Malaika feels like a trip, she’s more likely to get a glare and a poked out tongue than an answer if this garnet isn’t feeling it. She’s tricky in a flight, twisting and turning, only the best will catch her, and she makes sure they know it. She’s not above nipping or lashing out at any chasers and many males will bear her mark. Post flight, she’s sweetness and light again, and will remain so for many weeks, at least with her chosen male. She has no time for males unless she’s proddy or watching her eggs.

In threadfall, she rules the sky, one of the first in her wing to be airborne, and twisting and turning to chase any thread with more agility than you’d give her for her size.

Even though she contrasts Malaika, they get on well, they do say opposites attract and the pair could not be more opposite!
(By Red!)

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Elmi & Garnet Basteth | Az'riel & Copper Liyanth
Singrid & Copper Wiliath | J'nai & Brown Elokith
Caylan & Grey Parath | El'jir & Blue Morrith
Savka & Blue Ripariath | N'din & Green Ingalath
J'phel & Black Davoth | I'vend & Graphite Rerioth
Sankal & Black Sansk | Avry & Blue Ask

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The dim lighting did it's best to hide the imperfections of the wher eggs-- although the candidates eagerly awaiting their wherlings certainly would not think of them as imperfect. The faint background noise of fire crackling did nothing to drown out the eager rustlings and whispers of those who waited with baited breath.

A particularly small egg began to stir, shaking and wobbling almost whimsically. The wherlet inside emerged nose-first, nostrils flaring as it momentarily paused to rest. Being born was hard work, after all. A pale green, white-marked face pushed out from the shell forcefully as the hatchling squealed triumphantly. The slippery, sage-green lump fell forth into Cortyn's arms with a high-pitched croon.

You feed Cortysk now? Sooooooo hungry, think Cortysk might die if no food soon!


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Cortysk
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Green
Cortyn
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Name: Cortysk

Color: Green

Handler: Cortyn

Appearance:

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Cortysk is mainly a warm sage green, with her feet, head and tail tipped with a darker forest tone. On her back end and her face is a blanket of white mottled in with the green of her hide, providing an almost snow-blown look.

She is robust and barrel-chested, with short and stout limbs. This green will no doubt be quick on her feet, and her speed and agility will put any racing runner to shame.

Personality: Cortysk is a force of nature, with a strong personality that is likely to clash with her handler's at times. These battles of will serve to temper Cortyn's ego, keeping him humble as he does the same for her.

She will no doubt develop a love for the runners her handler has dedicated his life's work to, although she may not understand why he enjoys it so. Nonetheless, this green is content to accompany Cortyn wherever his work as a beastcrafter may take them, assisting him in whatever ways possible.

It is not a rare occurrence to find Cortysk sleeping in a field, a nest of grass and hay underneath her as a surprisingly comfy bed.

(Wher, Hatching Post, and Art by Syna)


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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The smallest egg in the garnet’s clutch was fast growing too cramped for its occupant. Snarling and spitting before it even broke shell, the dragonet inside thrashed within its prison, lashing out with soft claws and smacking its skull against its brittle encasement. It was too hot, too small, too stupid! Heaving and rattling, the green-striped egg crashed into those around it, unknowingly assisting some of its brothers and sisters in their own escapes. Whatever was inside was having trouble, but it was putting up the kind of fight seen in heroic harpers’ ballads. More cracks spider-webbed over the shell, fractures that let in precious, precious air, and so many smells.

An explosion of shards radiated from the center of the egg, and a wet, bawling baby dragon sprawled out on the sands. There was a collective murmur of confusion as the crowd and candidates alike took in the little creature. At first, it appeared to be the tiniest garnet to ever grace Pernese sands, a pale, pale violet. But the more one looked, the more one noticed the distinctive silvery sheen of a graphite. Yes, a graphite indeed, and a lovely little lady, despite her angry noises and the bright red of her eyes! She was a miniature, frosty sunset, slightly darker violet coating her head and neck, creeping up her wings to burst into a brilliant orange. Dazzling for sure, and perfectly proportioned.

She waited until one of her brothers passed to move; creeling pitifully to catch his attention, she made him pause, and draping a wing over his back, pulled herself up. If thanks was given, it was brief. The moment her feet were sturdily beneath her, she was teetering off, wings half-unfurled for balance. Hunger gnawed at her belly, and the baser need that all dragonets felt tugged at her mind, but she couldn’t help but toy with the white-robes a little, brushing past one girl, pausing before a boy, smiling an innocent draconic smile the entire time. Hopeful minds and even hands reached out, desperate to claim her as theirs, but she danced away before they could grab ahold. Laughter bubbled through the minds of those Standing, and finally, she stopped before one tall, surly-looking creature.

Alurith tricked them good, didn’t she, Avry?



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Graphite Alurith
(All - ur - ith)
Devious, Dependable, Hard-Headed
25 Feet
Avry
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Appearance:

Alurith is...alluring. Perfect along all twenty-five feet of her. Though runty at birth, she’ll grow to be on the larger side of the graphite spectrum, and her long dancer’s legs will put her few inches above others her length at five feet and nine inches. The height-length ratio might look odd on another dragon, but Alurith manages to appear perfectly proportioned and just stunningly beautiful. Her paws are small and dainty, her wings narrow and made for cutting through air, and her fine, angular head is carried with the regal bearing of a queen.

In color, Alurith stands out from her silvery sisters, only her size and the icy highlights of her iridescent hide marking her as graphite. She is a frosty purple, slightly darker and hotter along her neck and head. Her wings resemble a sunset, flowing from orangey-violet to a brilliant gold near the tops. Faranth permitting, she will be nimble and fast enough to avoid any scarring to that gorgeous hide.


Personality:

Devious: Avry is pragmatic and opportunistic, but Alurith is downright devious. She has little use for “proper” methods of achieving what she wants. All’s fair in love and war, right? The world isn’t a nice, orderly place, and therefore, Alurith has deduced from a young age that nice, orderly behavior gets one nowhere. She’s a scheming little thing, even if she can’t always remember her plans, and relies heavily on Avry to keep all of her intricate plots filed away. Unfortunately for...everyone, this deviousness extends to a mischievous side. Alurith is a little shaffit, always up to trouble and coming up with fun pranks. More often than not, she’s clever enough to get her siblings in on it, so that they can take the fall if they get caught.

Dependable and Loyal: Avry and Alurith may argue. In fact, they’ll definitely argue, and Avry will be take the brunt of much of her dragon’s mischief. But no matter what, Alurith will be steadfastly loyal to Avry and Avry alone. No one else in the world will ever feel such love from her, and while Alurith isn’t always the best at showing affection, Avry will never doubt the strength of their bond. Anything that Avry needs will be given, even if it’s given with a hint of snark, and Alurith will forever be someone that her rider can depend on any time, any day.

Hard-Headed: Once Alurith makes up her mind, there is no changing it. Weyrlingmasters, wingleaders, and Weyrleaders alike will try. Queens will attempt to bend her to their will. Avry will struggle to reason with her, if there is dissonance between their decisions and goals. Tough. Alurith clings to her choices and beliefs as if they were a vital part of her, and you can tear them from her cold, dead talons, thank you very much.

Romantic: Few dragons can claim to be serial monogamists, but Alurith is among them. This graphite will be fiercely, fiercely faithful to whichever male winds up winning her favor. He alone will win her Flights, and he alone will be welcomed on her ledge. She rather enjoys being courted, much like her rider, but will only allow it from a suitor that she deems to be The One. Perhaps, beneath all of that mischief and stubbornness, there is a princess who craves to be lavished with attention and love.

Fun Facts:

  • Alurith fancies herself as skilled as any human cook. In theory, at least. She’ll never go near a stove, of course, but she’s always encouraging Avry to try out one of her imagined recipes, or making helpful suggestions while she’s in the kitchen. Sometimes, her ideas are great. Other times, they can cause food poisoning. Whether or not that’s on purpose is up in the air, but her less-than-stellar creations often happen when Avry’s gotten on her bad side...
  • For such a small dragon, Alurith has an excess of energy that seems to bubble out of her frame. It manifests in a constant stream of movement: twitches, fidgeting, pacing. Even in her sleep, Alurith is a kinetic force, and the day she is completely still will be a worrying day indeed.
  • With her dainty paws and long toes, Alurith will prove to be a very dexterous dragon. She manipulates and grasps even small objects with a delicacy and finesse that some humans can’t match. Had she stayed hatchling-sized, she might have been a perfect assistant chef for Avry.

(Dragon, Hatching Post, and Pixel by Whiz)


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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Shards and shell bits were everywhere at this point in time. Wherlets getting accustomed to their new handlers minds and full bellies, yet eggs still remained with their occupants inside still wrestling to break out into the world. People were getting anxious as they waited for the next wher to emerge who’s would it be?

Eyes went to Kerithar’s egg when his egg gave a weird bucking hop and two pale blue and brown wings burst free out of the top, flapping and flopping about as the wherlet within tested the appendages that had found the ‘space’ that was new. Was there more space? he wondered briefly before suddenly losing balance, causing the wher’s dark world to roll over before suddenly flinging him out into the light

He was like a polished gemstone, no he was a little slice of sea all blue waters and sand with the fluid of his former home all over him it made him truly shine with it in the light as he struggled to master his limbs, he was actually quite beautiful for a wher. Or at least that what people were thinking before he flopped onto his face and began rubbing his face all over the ground coating his head in true sand and burbling happily oooo what dissssss? It new! I name dis dooplespop! Kerisk plaaaay play in dooplespop! he looked over to Kerithar questioning Kerithar no play with his Kerisk? then his eyes lit up seeing the pail ooooo what daaaaat? Dat for me? he asked trotting over to investigate the offal which made him realize his stomach wanted it...he wanted it too Kerithar share with Kerisk! yass! he said thrusting his sand dusted head right in it.


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Kerisk
Loyal, Open Adventurous
11 feet
Kerithar
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Name: Kerisk

Color: Blue

Handler: Kerithar

Appearance:

Kerisk is 11 feet of water given form. His bright blue hide is patched with sandy brown and rippled all over with darker blue, reminiscent of the shallower waters of the southern continent’s beaches giving him a stunning aquatic look that just shines with health especially in the sunlight and one could easily be forgiven for expecting a fish to swim across his flanks. Another thing of note is how this wher moves, Kerisk’s paces are very jaunty and bouncy, and trot like. Maybe something to do with him being built lighter and slightly longer of limb whatever the case, he’s quite the happy skipper if a bit of a dork.

Personality:

Loyal: Kerisk is much like his handler in that he is intensely loyal and this may actually be the most extreme thing about this boy, he trusts and obeys his handler near blindly with loyalty and trust,he likes to think he knows who his friends are and he cares deeply about them and even the thought of doing something that may hurt them is near painful to him.

Open: Kerisk is an open book easy to read easy to understand and easy to know if he has something on his mind, he’s the type who wears his heart on his hide and its always painfully obvious what he’s feeling at any given time its all written in his body language tone even if his words say contrary.

Adventurous: like one could expect Kerisk is very easy going and as adaptable as his water like hide would suggest. very quick to accept new things and experiences and often feels delighted when in the thick of doing or discovering something completely new to him, he wanna name all the things wanna look at this, lick that, rub his face all over it. The more ‘new’ the more fun this guy will be having though best keep him supervised like an excitable child as his curiosity could lead to some trouble if someone isn’t careful.

(Wher and Hatching Post by Cat, Pixel by Whiz)


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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