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Whiz's Showcase; My Member/AU Dragons and Whers
Topic Started: Nov 21 2016, 07:04 PM (410 Views)
TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
Whiz's Riliruth

Dragon and Image by Fishy


Black Riliruth
(Rill-uh-rooth)
Conservative, Quiet, Thoughtful
30 feet
Whiz


Appearance: Riliruth is a stunning example of his color, sitting right at the top of the black size range at 30 feet in length. Unlike most examples of his color, he's built like a little tank, all layered muscle and thick neck and tail, with heavy and broad wings that keep him up in the sky longer than almost any other black on Pern. Of course, this only puts him at the endurance of your average blue but he is far more reliable than others of his color during threadfall. His hide is much lighter than most blacks, a dark purple rather than the color he is named for. There is a silvery blue sheen all over his body but it's more prominent towards the ends of his legs and feet and on his tail and wings. Clean and oiled, he shimmers with a dazzling array blue, purple and silver that sets his beautiful hide on fire with iridescence.

Personality: Conservative, Quiet, Thoughtful

Riliruth is very private for a creature that shares his very soul with another. His thoughts and opinions, his hopes and dreams, he keeps those to himself and his precious rider and other people and dragons will have to guess at his inner thoughts and motivations. His rider is a very cheery sort who will talk to anyone and everyone, make friends in the first sentence she speaks to another and stay upbeat through the worst of times. Riliruth leaves the socializing to her; he will speak to other dragons but not to other humans; it feels like a betrayal of his bond to his rider, a violation of privacy even to invade the thoughts of someone else.

Despite this privacy, he is actually a very thoughtful dragon who cares very deeply about others and the world around him. He won't talk to strangers, but he'll certainly go out of his way to help them in his own stoic, silent way. He has very ingrained morals and a sense of propriety that is rather out of place in a dragon. This means he's rather scandalized by certain aspects of Weyrlife and finds himself resisting the urge to fly after females more often than not. There is a strength of will in this black that means he is capable of resisting even the most compelling of siren calls unless his rider has a deep emotional attachment to the person attached to that dragon. Deep down, he's a romantic and he longs for the sort of emotional attachment humans have with their mates. With the way dragon society works, he might be waiting a while on that.




Hatching Post by Cat

The excitement of the previous egg had distracted the crowd and that another hatchling had slid into the world in the same space of time had all but skipped their notice helped that he had not exactly come from the largest egg on the sands, course commotion died quickly at the impression and the candidates remaining quickly picked out the dark purple creature rather quickly.

Was it a blue or was it a black? The slick egg goop that caked the dragonet made it almost hard to tell…yes he was definitely black, not as dark as others of his color but he was a handsome creature if all dark rich purples changing smoothly into hues of silvery blue in his fine metallic hide which covered a thick well-muscled frame that was more typical to blues.

He gave no cry or creel for attention as some but he also wasn’t dashing off anywhere towards the candidates nor the stands, he looked at the white robed people trying to think of welcoming things as his eyes flickered with anxiousness worrying about something was he timid or shy?

No, no he wasn’t, despite the aches inside he didn’t want to sift through these peoples thoughts, invading their minds like some kind of thief trespassing in a home…it was wrong unthinkable unforgivable even…and yet as the pain within grew he realized he would have to, just this once it was alright, it was a necessity, he padded forward tentatively touching minds feeling hearts and emotion with as much care and respect he could muster in his silent way, despite the choose me’s and don’t go pleading, then as he stepped into one particular girl’s mind…it was magic, he didn’t feel as though he were trespassing anymore, this one was right, this was where he belonged, this was who he belonged with! He looked up into the face of his chosen his beloved

I hope you will apologize to your friends for me, your Riliruth had no choice, i had but to search them in order to find you my dearest Whiz! he explained.
Edited by TheCheeseWhiz, May 21 2018, 09:24 AM.


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
Luca's Lucask


Wher by Skye, Pixel by Fishy


Bronze Lucask
Business-oriented, dutiful, loyal
14 feet
Luca
#805817



Name: Lucask

Color: Bronze (#805817)

Appearance Lucask is a dark bronze. If not in a location with proper lighting, one could easily confuse him for simply being a large brown. He tops out at the peak of his color’s length, coming in at 14 feet once he’s fully-grown. Lucask is a bit on the bulky side, and not necessarily all with muscle. He’ll always be a wide-set wher, but this does absolutely nothing to off-set the intense sophistication that he carries himself with. Yes, he may be a wher, but Lucask exudes class.

Personality: Lucask is a bit of a stuffed shirt but he certainly works to compliment Luca’s personality. Where she is endlessly playful, Lucask is grounded. He is a strict force and will do whatever he can to re-focus Luca’s energy on being more professional – focusing on work first and foremost. Which is not to say that the bronze lug doesn’t know how to have fun, but that’s definitely the more subdued side of him, which Luca will have the pleasure of bringing out as he grows. Lucask is incredibly intelligent for a wher, but he is nowhere near the most vocal – in terms of his mental link more than anything. He’ll snuffle and growl and croon, but in terms of actual speaking, he’s fairly silent, communicating more through sounds, movement, and the emotions that he shares with his handler. When he speaks, it’s often in single-word bursts. These words are typically perfectly capable of getting his point across, but Lucask is never one to linger – he gets straight to the heart of whatever matter is at hand.

Handler: Luca

Status: Healthy and content.




Hatching Post by Skye

Confound this troublesome shell. It simply would not budge. The Bronze could feel it in his bones. He knew this was the time for him to arrive into the world. He knew his handler was waiting for him. Shard it all, he had a schedule to keep to. This was just making him tardy. It would not do – it just would not do at all. So, with a growl deep in the back of his throat, the Bronze reared back and head-butt the inside of his egg. Crack! Eureka!

The wherlet gave a cry of triumph and, fueled by this victory, he butted into the shell again and again, used his front legs to claw at it. Eventually, the light of the Hatching Sands burst into view. The Bronze came galloping out on strong but unsteady legs. Luckily, he didn’t get the chance to fall. And thank goodness for that – who knew what that would have done for his dignity?

He came to a complete stop upon meeting the faces of all the waiting candidates, his head high, his eyes alert. His partner was here. There was no doubt in his mind. Then, putting his muzzle to the ground, he began following some unseen trail. Finally, he arrived at the feet of a young woman. Luca, he said, reaching out with his thoughts for her own. The Bronze looked up, a clear smile on his wrinkly face. Lucask. He confirmed any suspicions and dismissed any doubts of him being her bonded. He was hers and she was his.

…Now he just had to find food. Hopefully this was made clear enough as the smile vanished from his face and the wher began sniffing about, head moving all over.



Edited by TheCheeseWhiz, May 21 2018, 09:26 AM.


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
Gukist's Gusk


Wher by Cat, Pixel by Cho


Gusk
Affectionate, Protective, Helpful
13 feet
Blood
Gukist
7B0000



Appearance:
Gusk is a thick heavy muscled wher that will reach a grand 13 feet. He has a bulky fighters build despite his less than ferocious demeanor typical of a blood, his hide tries to openly challenge the notion that whers are ugly as his hide is alive with deeper and brighter hues of red, less like the scarlet blood of humans that gave the breed its name and more reminiscent of red wines and when properly cleaned and oiled has an almost shiny metallic quality to it that is bound to draw attention.

Personality:
Affectionate: even by blood wher standards this guy is a poofy marshmallow of loving doofiness with not a mean bone in his body, he’s the kind of creature that wants to love and be loved constantly and if he could get away with it he would very much love nothing more than to curl up on Gukist’s lap and bed for his naps (and will probably do so whenever possible), adorable as a big baby it is something he’ll not cease to want as an adult. Though whers are built to work Gusk is a true companion creature and while very likely to be friendly with just about anyone Gukist will be the only one subject to Gusk’s utter adoration.

Protective: Gusk and Gukist are kindred spirits in that by the very core of their natures they’re pacifists. Non-threatening and non-violent, Gusk however isn’t exactly a whimpering wher , Gusk is a master in the concept of “fighting without fighting”, trying to subdue an aggressive adversary with his heavy set build to pin and restrain without harming the attacker though should that prove undoable he wouldn’t think twice about throwing himself in front of Gukist in defence should a threat ever arise since he’d much rather get hurt than his beloved friend and handler

Helpful: this is subjective but Gusk loves to help and to be useful. How successful he is varies greatly as while he has all the best of intentions he has a knack for causing trouble whether it’s because the wher is over eager to be of service or because he sometimes seems to think he’s smaller than he is, he can be very clumsy, despite this though he always genuinely wants to help, and there is no sweeter creature than Gusk when someone is sad and lonely even if he doesn’t understand entirely why they feel so bad, he will be in their space with a friendly lick and a neck to snuggle to make everything ok again in his own small way.




Hatching Post by Cat

The egg that had been assigned and selected for Gukist was a fair sized wrinkly thing to be sure with the tough shell as per normal giving no indication as to what lay within and it was this egg that seemed determined to hatch next in line, though it seemed to have a little trouble with the shedding of its egg.

The back half of the egg shattered with a powerful kick from its occupant revealing dark red hind legs and a waggy tail however the wher didn’t seem to get that all it had to do to be free was to back up into the air and light, instead now with nothing obstructing its back end and having something for his claws to gain purchase on he drove himself forward blind its head and front still in what remained of his warm dark home the sense of space un familiar and a wrenching pain in his guts distressed him oh how he ached.

His shell covered head collided with Gukist’s leg and finally broke. The blood wher was on the large side for the mutation and was rather heavily muscled though from its color to its swirling eyes and body posture told all this wher would never fight or have any desire to do so, and he was a handsome color indeed with a multitude of darker and lighter reds rippled and dappled across his form almost metallically, reminding one of a glass of deep red wines

Naturally though the wher was more interested in the soft one he’d bumped into letting out a sound that could have passed for an apology as the little blood’s swirling bluey green eyes travelled up to Gukist’s face, and then to the bucket the scents that came from it sent the little creature’s stomach into a frenzy, the boy seemed nice surely he’d not ignore him.

Gukist share with Gusk? he asked pitifully as he tried to sit up on his unsteady hind legs to paw at the bucket with his clawed toes, his mouth open in a gummy smile but only succeeded in two things knocking the bucket from Gukist’s hands and up ending the contents all over himself as he flopped forwards onto the floor his dull red legs and tail flailing Oopsie! Oopsie all over Gusk! he cried in distress as the meat mush juice that dribbled down his head face and neck. The most dignified of whers this certainly was not.



Edited by TheCheeseWhiz, May 21 2018, 09:27 AM.


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
Ara's Remedith


Dragon by Tesla, Pixel by Cho


Remedith
(rɛmɛdɪθ)
Combative and Opportunistic Extrovert
23 feet
Graphite
Ara
#D6F8F7[/u]


Appearance: Remedith will grow into a fairly average build for a graphite, but at only 23 feet she’ll still be one of Vaioa’s smaller fighters. Her build will be predictably slender, but all six of her limbs are quite short – conspicuously so. This will give her an inelegant but stout-looking waddle, on land, but will prove an asset in the air; her wings, though not long, are quite thick, and this combined with her small size will grant her even greater maneuverability than her color has come to be known for. Her stamina will suffer, but as a graphite she couldn’t hope to last an entire Fall anyway, and to compensate she’ll be capable of incredible bursts of speed and impressive acrobatics.

She’s as striking as her predecessors, her hide bright with that telltale pearlescent sheen, but she has very little of the oily color seen in many blacks and graphites; she is, in bright sunlight, almost entirely white, though shade and movement will reveal a myriad of subtle greens, pale teals, and gentle blues.

Personality: Remedith’s is an assertive personality - she’s opinionated, stubborn, and in possession of a fiery temper. She can be fairly combative, when the mood strikes, and is unlikely to back down from a fight. She is, to all appearances, easily irritated as well - at any given moment she has a variety of pet peeves, and she’s often vocal in her annoyance. However, friends and wingmates may notice that these irritants are highly variable, changing daily or even hourly, and that there’s something subtly disingenuous about her ire - they might (correctly) conclude, then, that she enjoys blustering and throwing her metaphorical weight around. The truth is that Remedith relishes a good debate or argument, and is easily coaxed into conversation; unlike her rider, however, she’ll not tailor her behavior according to the situation or those present. She’s self-assured, if a little snarky , and has no patience for delicacy or subtlety.

While quick to voice any complaints, do not mistake her for being indolent or idle. Though not hard-working out of a sense of duty or responsibility, she’s a relentless and driven little dragon who does not suffer fools or laziness. She might rightly be called selfish, but it’s for the right reasons – it’s not a lack of consideration for others that motivates her, but a desire to secure for herself and for her rider the things that they need to be happy and successful. She’s protective of her own self-interests – after all, isn’t the more selfish thing to expect others to accommodate you? – but she’s perfectly happy to see those around her succeed in their own right. She can be quite competitive, though, and while she’s usually very good-nature about it, should she come to admire another Vaioan, that regard will likely be tempered by a measure of jealousy. Nevertheless, this graphite is very good at getting what she wants, and part of the reason for this is that she’s a natural-born opportunist – she’s a quick decision maker, and won’t hesitate to take risks if she judges them to be worthwhile. This gives rise to a small inconsistency in her character – on the one hand, she’s very patient in the pursuit of her goals. She’ll wait as long as she has to for the perfect time to strike, though on her own she’s not farsighted or manipulative enough to orchestrate such opportunities for herself. On the other hand, she’s likewise very impatient with others; she has her own aspirations goals, and anyone who isn’t on board can stay out of her way.

Finally, Remedith is very social by nature; she’s not necessarily the friendliest of dragons at the outset, but she’s very playful in good company, and enjoys a good chat as much as a rousing debate. She has a faintly queenly attitude, and is appreciative of flattery – will often, in fact, respond as though it’s her due. She has a sharp wit, and genuinely enjoys being around others and working with them – she’ll not view Thread as a sort of higher calling, as some dragons and riders do, but she’ll genuinely enjoy drills, and will make for a fun and encouraging wingmate.




Hatching Post by Tesla

Moments after J’und’s garnet graced the sands, one of the clutch’s smallest eggs broke apart; it had been jumping and rocking for some time, its movements sporadic but energetic. When a crack appeared along its side at last, the occupant was quick to press its advantage; in mere moments the crack had become a great fissure, and then the whole thing was crumbling into a heap on the hot Sands.

The dragon that spilled out was eye-catching, bright and so pale as to be nearly white; as she moved, however, quickly rearranging herself from an undignified sprawl into a tidier crouch, pale blues and greens shimmered and danced across her hide. Another graphite had joined Vaioa’s ranks, and she wasn’t idle for long.

As soon as the hatchling found her feet, she was in motion; she was a tiny thing, delicate and slender, but her limbs were short and her gait not entirely graceful, despite the apparent ease with which she moved. Waddling forward – not in a panic to find Hers, but clearly eager to get on with things – she moved unerringly to the nearest cluster of Candidates, head held high in an effort to compensate for her diminutive stature. Several of the white-robed figures took a few hurried steps back, keen to avoid a collision, and she favored them with a quelling look, plainly unimpressed.

Turning down the line of Candidates, she prowled forward, snarling at a few admirers who weren’t as quick to remove themselves from her path. Hers was nearby; she was certain of it. If only these tall and noisome people would get out of her way! In a matter of moments, however, she spotted a golden-haired figure in the crowd, and surged forward with a bugle that might have been happy or impatient.

Ara! There you are! Once she was stood before her chosen rider, however, the bravado was discarded in favor of affection; pressing her head into the woman’s legs, her swirling eyes slid shut in utter contentment. It is much too noisy in here for your Remedith!



Edited by TheCheeseWhiz, May 21 2018, 09:30 AM.


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
Whiz's Whisk

Wher and Image by Shrike



Blood Whisk
12 feet
(Creative, hard working, organized)



Appearance: At twelve feet, Whisk is a respectable sized blood wher. As with other whers, his form is compact and not particularly elegant, though there’s something charming about his face and his slightly inward turning front toes, as if he was a very eager dog. His wings are also somewhat overlarge for his species, though they’re still undersized as a whole. They tend to hang loosely at his side, almost casually, though he has the habit of using them to flap when particularly excited or stimulated by something.

His color, however, is truly spectacular- an orange-y red hue that’s distinctly tropical, with a darker muzzle and legs, and a lighter, almost white ring around his eyes and mouth. The edges of his wingsail are a golden yellow, while his tail is startlingly blue for its entire length. It’s his tail that stands out the most- from behind, it’s natural to mistake him from a blue, but once the rest of him is revealed, it’s clear that Whisk is a blood.

Personality: Whisk may not be a fighter, but there’s no doubt he’s an extraordinary capable and useful wher. He’s the great organizer, always encouraging his comrades to both do their best and partake in activities that help bond the troop together, if not the entire Weyrhold. Not only will it be fun, he’ll suggest, but we’ll get closer, and isn’t that what we all want? What Whisk says always seems to go- he’s extremely persuasive, but not in a malignant way. He is nothing if not well-intentioned, and his good cheer makes it almost impossible to say no to him. Other whers aren’t so sociable, but that isn’t a concern with Whisk, who treats every one of his companions equally, no matter their rank.

He’s also an artiste- in as much as a wher can be one. Not only does this extend to drawing patterns in the sand with his tail, but coming up with truly off the wall ideas that seem all the more extraordinary coming from a squat little wher. Though his ideas may be a tad strange, it’s surprising how often both the other whers and the other humans go with it, and a testament to his ingenuity. Perhaps his favorite thing to do, however, is crush different flower petals and leaves to see what color comes out, enthusiastically smearing it every which way. Well, it makes sense to Whisk, and isn’t that all that matters?

Don’t let any of this trick you into thinking Whisk ever slacks off, however. There’s no doubt that he’s a hard-working wher, throwing himself into any project whole-heartedly, be it his own or someone else’s. He seems to take a special joy in knowing that he’s helpful and needed, and he’s keen to share that joy with his handler.




Hatching Post by Shrike

From the wher clutch, an egg shook with increasing enthusiasm, as if it hadn’t heard that people were less excited for whers. There was a big, bright world out there, and it wanted out. Sooner, rather than later, if you would be so polite. Its efforts shook the egg back and forth, almost furious enough to send it actually moving from the indentation of sand where it had been carefully placed. Soon, now. Just a few more seconds…

Finally, a tail burst forth in a spray of eggshells, revealing itself to be a bright, tropical blue. Ah, a blue wher then? The egg was somewhat large for that, but not unheard of by any stretch of the imagination. As if it knew all eyes were on it, the egg rocked a little more before the shell finally burst, sending pieces everywhere with the enthusiasm of the little creature that was within, finally revealing himself to the world with a mildly disgruntled growl. This was not an organized process, and no one was helping him, but… There was something bright out there, something good.

This was no blue, however. Though his tail was shockingly bright, his body was even more so, and in sharp contrast to the rest in a red that was reminiscent of some of the flowers and fruit from down south. When he opened his wings, slightly large for a wher, they had a tinge of yellow to their edge, though there was little doubt that he was, in fact a blood. He stood on unsteady legs, taking in his audience for a moment, then enraptured by the remnants of his own shell for a further few seconds before a pit of hunger grew in his stomach. Oh, he really needed to eat, didn’t he? And he knew there was someone in the circle of watching faces that would know how to feed him, and how to take care of all his other needs besides.

Whisk. Am Whisk. Pretty food. Like colors. Feed? Having found a mind he found suitably receptive, the wher reached out, making it clear that this was what he wanted. They had so much ahead of them, but for now, food was most important.
Edited by TheCheeseWhiz, May 21 2018, 09:30 AM.


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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Mother of Whers
Danera's Danesk

Wher by Tesla, Pixel by Esuta



Danesk
Sarcastic, Discreet, Paternal
11 feet
Black (#474B3C)
Danera



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.




Hatching Post by Tesla

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?


Edited by TheCheeseWhiz, May 21 2018, 09:31 AM.


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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Malaika's Pauath

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Garnet Pauath
Friendly, Bubbly, Moody.
56 Feet
Malaika
#d70000



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!




Hatching Post by Red


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.



Edited by TheCheeseWhiz, May 21 2018, 09:40 AM.


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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