Post by absent on Feb 6, 2019 7:56:28 GMT
Niath - Green Dragon
[resolve, decide] | #60f127 Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
Tammy - Firelizard
The Innocent Inquiries Blue Mottle
Small is good! Small makes it easier to stow away. Unfortunately, her tendency to be rather vocal defeats her efforts anyway each and every time, but she tries. She's insatiably curious, and just has to get into everything and anything that you're doing, chirping questions at you the entire time. Friendly and kind-hearted, she doesn't mean anything accusatory with all her questions, merely wants to know what you're doing simply because it's you doing it. She can be a bit clingy, okay sometimes a lot clingy honestly when she's in a particularly bad or downer mood, but at least she's a harmless nuisance, if an occasional nuisance nonetheless. You'll certainly never have to worry that she's ignoring you!
The Allotter Lachesis - Zaithandi
Lake
#FBADCD
Layla
Teething Toddler - Sharpblade, Stiletto
[resolve, decide] | #60f127 Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
- "A Noiseless Patent Spider," Walt Whitman
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From the Ashes I Will Rise Silver Mottle Female, Taiyoth
Bold#bdd4d4
“And I thought firelizard bones were rare,” Lamia grunted, dragging a massive rearticulated leg into position within the rune circle she and Melonwei had painted earlier. “Dragons die between without exception.”
“Lorimath,” Melonwei corrected, short on breath herself as she moved a foreleg into position. “You were not in the village of Blackthorn when the Withered Mask’s assault was met by the Weyr, but a blue named Lorimath was pummeled into a tree and stabbed through the chest. He died before he could vanish. His rider survived.” The surgeon panted, nearly wheezing. Dragon bones were not necessarily impossibly heavy individually, but assembled and apparently snagged upon something, well, that was a different story.
“Ah. Still, this dragon bears no injury. I don’t think she ever even Impressed?” Lamia ended her latter observation on a query, pausing in her leg-dragging to reach deeper into her bond with the bones to read them. “No, she never did. How she survived to adulthood...must be a mottle. How sad, to die waiting for your soulmate to arrive.”
“And she isn’t done yet,” Melonwei added, flashing Lamia a fierce grin. “Search deeper. She’s alive, deep in her bones, this dragon hasn’t died yet. She hasn’t given up. Her flesh may have decomposed away, she may be nothing but bones now, but that isn’t going to stop her from finding her rider. She’s poised to spring. She wants this, Lamia! She, of all the creatures we have discovered and brought to this cemetery to reanimate, will be the most willing to return, the most eager to reclaim what she can of her life. If I can just get part of her into this blasted sarcophagus!”
Melonwei redoubled her efforts to drag even just a foreleg into the ritual sarcophagus.
~*~
It was not a mistake that brought you to Teragaia, K’las. It was no accident that dumped you from the insanity of Planet into the harsh snows of Teragaia. There has always been something about you that will rise from the ashes every time your life is torn asunder. You never just curl up and surrender. You pick up the pieces. You continue on even when it’s the hardest thing you have ever had to do. Don’t doubt yourself, K’las. You have victory in your blood as surely as you have the curses you eat.
Taiyoth knows this. Taiyoth waited for you. Taiyoth died waiting for you. All of Haven burned, and Taiyoth with it. Blinking between would have saved her a great deal of pain, but she knew that if she did that, she would forever lose any chance of ever finding you, and that thought was worse than the pain of death could ever be. She’s a fighter, your Taiyoth, just like you are. Have faith, K’las. When the scavengers surround you and things look hopeless, have faith. Taiyoth had faith in the impossible just to find you, and here you are, together. Keep fighting. Do more than survive. Thrive. Taiyoth will be your angel, there to remind you not to lose hope, not to doubt yourself, not to let the madness of circumstance get the better of you. She exists to remind you to fight. To be the phoenix who rises from the ashes.
She’s a strong personality, Taiyoth, prone to getting her way without negotiation. She’s willing to fight for it, and because of that, things get out of her way. That hasn’t changed now that she’s transformed into a specter of bones.
Little remains of Taiyoth’s original body to betray her rank, although the shield-shaped crest on her skull suggests she might have been a Silver Mottle. Her bones are chipped and slightly blackened around the edges, singed by the flames that took her life. A core of frost whirls within her rib cage, which indicates her breath weapon; Taiyoth breathes frost at her enemies.
Taiyoth’s mental touch is forceful and uplifting, the draft of great wings beating and a soul soaring high through adversity, ferociously pushing through any obstacle in her path. Hers is the voice of determination, perseverance, conviction. And faith, K’las. An endless upwelling of faith in you.
Bold#bdd4d4
“And I thought firelizard bones were rare,” Lamia grunted, dragging a massive rearticulated leg into position within the rune circle she and Melonwei had painted earlier. “Dragons die between without exception.”
“Lorimath,” Melonwei corrected, short on breath herself as she moved a foreleg into position. “You were not in the village of Blackthorn when the Withered Mask’s assault was met by the Weyr, but a blue named Lorimath was pummeled into a tree and stabbed through the chest. He died before he could vanish. His rider survived.” The surgeon panted, nearly wheezing. Dragon bones were not necessarily impossibly heavy individually, but assembled and apparently snagged upon something, well, that was a different story.
“Ah. Still, this dragon bears no injury. I don’t think she ever even Impressed?” Lamia ended her latter observation on a query, pausing in her leg-dragging to reach deeper into her bond with the bones to read them. “No, she never did. How she survived to adulthood...must be a mottle. How sad, to die waiting for your soulmate to arrive.”
“And she isn’t done yet,” Melonwei added, flashing Lamia a fierce grin. “Search deeper. She’s alive, deep in her bones, this dragon hasn’t died yet. She hasn’t given up. Her flesh may have decomposed away, she may be nothing but bones now, but that isn’t going to stop her from finding her rider. She’s poised to spring. She wants this, Lamia! She, of all the creatures we have discovered and brought to this cemetery to reanimate, will be the most willing to return, the most eager to reclaim what she can of her life. If I can just get part of her into this blasted sarcophagus!”
Melonwei redoubled her efforts to drag even just a foreleg into the ritual sarcophagus.
~*~
It was not a mistake that brought you to Teragaia, K’las. It was no accident that dumped you from the insanity of Planet into the harsh snows of Teragaia. There has always been something about you that will rise from the ashes every time your life is torn asunder. You never just curl up and surrender. You pick up the pieces. You continue on even when it’s the hardest thing you have ever had to do. Don’t doubt yourself, K’las. You have victory in your blood as surely as you have the curses you eat.
Taiyoth knows this. Taiyoth waited for you. Taiyoth died waiting for you. All of Haven burned, and Taiyoth with it. Blinking between would have saved her a great deal of pain, but she knew that if she did that, she would forever lose any chance of ever finding you, and that thought was worse than the pain of death could ever be. She’s a fighter, your Taiyoth, just like you are. Have faith, K’las. When the scavengers surround you and things look hopeless, have faith. Taiyoth had faith in the impossible just to find you, and here you are, together. Keep fighting. Do more than survive. Thrive. Taiyoth will be your angel, there to remind you not to lose hope, not to doubt yourself, not to let the madness of circumstance get the better of you. She exists to remind you to fight. To be the phoenix who rises from the ashes.
She’s a strong personality, Taiyoth, prone to getting her way without negotiation. She’s willing to fight for it, and because of that, things get out of her way. That hasn’t changed now that she’s transformed into a specter of bones.
Little remains of Taiyoth’s original body to betray her rank, although the shield-shaped crest on her skull suggests she might have been a Silver Mottle. Her bones are chipped and slightly blackened around the edges, singed by the flames that took her life. A core of frost whirls within her rib cage, which indicates her breath weapon; Taiyoth breathes frost at her enemies.
Taiyoth’s mental touch is forceful and uplifting, the draft of great wings beating and a soul soaring high through adversity, ferociously pushing through any obstacle in her path. Hers is the voice of determination, perseverance, conviction. And faith, K’las. An endless upwelling of faith in you.
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The Innocent Inquiries Blue Mottle
Small is good! Small makes it easier to stow away. Unfortunately, her tendency to be rather vocal defeats her efforts anyway each and every time, but she tries. She's insatiably curious, and just has to get into everything and anything that you're doing, chirping questions at you the entire time. Friendly and kind-hearted, she doesn't mean anything accusatory with all her questions, merely wants to know what you're doing simply because it's you doing it. She can be a bit clingy, okay sometimes a lot clingy honestly when she's in a particularly bad or downer mood, but at least she's a harmless nuisance, if an occasional nuisance nonetheless. You'll certainly never have to worry that she's ignoring you!
She has a fairly small body compared to her wings, their span easily the same length as she is from nose to tail. A mulberry purple hide is almost cartoonishly outlined with dark blue line each spine of her wings, accenting her spine, traveling in a stripped-down each leg to spread out along her teensy toes. Over the remaining mulberry patches is a smattering of white speckles clustered in dense clouds here and there, though none of it ever crosses over the blue outlines.
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Lake
#FBADCD
The middle of the three sisters, Lachesis is thin, long-legged, and stream-line as her species should be. Her scales are a lighter shade of pink but still saturated, with bolder pink and fuchsia, thin, spread out, and alternating. Her tail is thick and sturdy behind her and her horn is extra long, curved inwards, and thin. Her smooth scales are largely uniform in color and vary little besides the patterning. Her eyes are an extremely pale pink, almost white, giving her a haunting look. Lachesis, while the softest looking of the three sisters, is most willing to speak. She is a strong believer of fate and destiny, and seems to know more than she apparently leads on. She is more easily excited, though she tends to not show it, looking forward to happenings, ready for the future. She's generally friendly towards others though she's rather soft spoken, and will mostly get along with others if they aren't intimidated by her strange depth of knowledge and wisdom. She strongly believes in the natural progression of things, and while she won't dismiss those that try to change the course of their fate, she knows that history is already written out. The decisions that have been made are known, and while she won't say anything to you directly, there's just something about the look in her pale, pale eyes that make you wonder...does she know something more?
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Layla
Teething Toddler - Sharpblade, Stiletto
Bold #1F63A6
Everything you own will be chewed on at some point or another - and that goes for you, too. Having gotten into the habbit of gnawing on furniture, books, clothing, or whatever she could get her claws on as a baby, this Pontus will grow up to be a bit of a terror for her bond once she's grown. The couch will get holes and puncture marks, along with a coating of saliva, and don't be too surprised to wake up from your nap to find her chewing on your hair happily. Toys or bones brought to try and ease her incessant nomming will only last as long as they stay whole, and since she typically doesn't give her jaws a break for too long, it'll be no surprise to find the pieces everywhere. Really though, she can't help it, and if she's ever scolded or smacked for it, she'll pin you with the biggest, saddest, most adorable Reijen eyes that makes it hard to stay angry for long; even if she just devoured those new shoes you saved a month to buy.
Everything you own will be chewed on at some point or another - and that goes for you, too. Having gotten into the habbit of gnawing on furniture, books, clothing, or whatever she could get her claws on as a baby, this Pontus will grow up to be a bit of a terror for her bond once she's grown. The couch will get holes and puncture marks, along with a coating of saliva, and don't be too surprised to wake up from your nap to find her chewing on your hair happily. Toys or bones brought to try and ease her incessant nomming will only last as long as they stay whole, and since she typically doesn't give her jaws a break for too long, it'll be no surprise to find the pieces everywhere. Really though, she can't help it, and if she's ever scolded or smacked for it, she'll pin you with the biggest, saddest, most adorable Reijen eyes that makes it hard to stay angry for long; even if she just devoured those new shoes you saved a month to buy.
During Layla's transition from home to Planet her mental faculties have become much keener, meaning much more to worry about. She still noms and chews on everything she can get ahold of with those adorable nibbling teeth. But she's more prone to ask 'why can't she' and 'when can she' vs just finding all of her bonds things destroyed or wrecked. Laya has gotten into the habit of carrying her own bag filled with goodies to chew on or share, but don't ask whats inside. She might get a bit nibbly.
This pretty girl will be average for her rank, though her features have an odd gentleness to them that most of her species lacks. She's graceful, whether chewing something apart or swimming through water, and her coloring boasts a serenity her personality clearly lacks. A blue that's edging closer to teal makes up her hide, claiming juuust enough of blue to still be classified as such. A peacock blue marks under her eyes and pulling out to the corners of her cerulean eyes, it fading away before making an appearance again in the stripes marching up her limbs.
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The Playful, Unexpected Guardian Nature Female Hybrid
Kitsune-Roc
Mindspeech: Italics #05600b
There are dangerous things out there in the world. Dark, even deadly things that should not see the light of day lest they destroy it. This is something that a select few acknowledge, and actively fight against, trying to protect the innocent from it.
And to look at this hybrid you might think she was one of those carefree innocents, romping around and frolicking in the sunshine, playing tricks on others to make them laugh and to brighten their day. She's a merry one, that's for certain!
But all that is only half the story. A public image that, though truth in one sense, is just as much a mask as anything. She heard many tales from her Night Roc parent and the duty that he carried upon his broad shoulders was successfully passed on to her. She uses both her outward appearance as a proper Wind Kitsune and her trickiness to both safeguard and acquire things that are better kept out of unwary or, even worse, ill-intentioned hands. After all who would suspect the practically childish Kitsune of knowing the hiding place of the Crown of Destruction or Ring of Infernal Power? And many times she has used wordplay and tricks, harmless in one aspect and useful in this, to retrieve what even a more powerful Roc in their full might and magnitude might not be able to.
Yes, in this case the unexpected guardian is quite an effective guardian.
In body shape this hybrid appears fully as a Kitsune in all ways except one: a pair of coal black wings that spring from her shoulders like the wings of a crow. She can glide for quite a distance and even truly fly for short durations, though her endurance for this is a bit lacking. Small black feathers dust her shoulders, melding into the pale green fur typical of a Wind Kitsune. The tips of her three tails are Kiwi green, as are her paws and her throat and belly. The Kanji for 'wind' on her brow matches, suiting her glittering jade eyes that are framed by odd black lines, likely a manifestation of her hybrid nature, almost like eyeliner and making them even more dramatic. One of her favorite 'tricks' is to play with her foxfire wind orbs, acting like a kit to make others laugh.
Kitsune-Roc
Mindspeech: Italics #05600b
There are dangerous things out there in the world. Dark, even deadly things that should not see the light of day lest they destroy it. This is something that a select few acknowledge, and actively fight against, trying to protect the innocent from it.
And to look at this hybrid you might think she was one of those carefree innocents, romping around and frolicking in the sunshine, playing tricks on others to make them laugh and to brighten their day. She's a merry one, that's for certain!
But all that is only half the story. A public image that, though truth in one sense, is just as much a mask as anything. She heard many tales from her Night Roc parent and the duty that he carried upon his broad shoulders was successfully passed on to her. She uses both her outward appearance as a proper Wind Kitsune and her trickiness to both safeguard and acquire things that are better kept out of unwary or, even worse, ill-intentioned hands. After all who would suspect the practically childish Kitsune of knowing the hiding place of the Crown of Destruction or Ring of Infernal Power? And many times she has used wordplay and tricks, harmless in one aspect and useful in this, to retrieve what even a more powerful Roc in their full might and magnitude might not be able to.
Yes, in this case the unexpected guardian is quite an effective guardian.
In body shape this hybrid appears fully as a Kitsune in all ways except one: a pair of coal black wings that spring from her shoulders like the wings of a crow. She can glide for quite a distance and even truly fly for short durations, though her endurance for this is a bit lacking. Small black feathers dust her shoulders, melding into the pale green fur typical of a Wind Kitsune. The tips of her three tails are Kiwi green, as are her paws and her throat and belly. The Kanji for 'wind' on her brow matches, suiting her glittering jade eyes that are framed by odd black lines, likely a manifestation of her hybrid nature, almost like eyeliner and making them even more dramatic. One of her favorite 'tricks' is to play with her foxfire wind orbs, acting like a kit to make others laugh.