Nec's Bondeds

Dancer in the Haunted Shadows Hunter Female
Speech: Italic#801448

Hunter hellhounds are quiet. That’s just the general way of things. But rarely are they so quiet that they could walk across eggshells without making a single cracking noise, not once, and this without even trying to be stealthy, and this is where this trim young lady marks herself a superior specimen of her species. Or at least one with superior training.

More than just a hunter, you see, she’s a Shadowdancer. Into one shadow, out another somewhere else entirely. Becoming invisible even mid-combat. Even, once daily and in desperate straits, peeling her own shadow off the ground to come fight by her side. She can also try to daze a victim or opponent with a surge of her strange shadow-power, and one would think with this training that she could have easily worked her way up the ranks of the Terror until she owned the whole thing. Maybe she could have. But while she has a ruthless streak a few miles wide and doesn’t hesitate to snarl orders if she’s the one who best knows what’s going on in a given situation...she really, really hates the idea of actually being the alpha wolf of the pack. Alpha has a job, you know, it isn’t just about being the strongest hellhound in the Terror, it’s about making sure every other ‘hound in the Terror is safe, that they’re fed, that they have somewhere to sleep, that breeding rights are advantageously assigned, that their enemies are accounted for, that-

The list goes on. An alpha’s sheer workload is never done, and when you exist to live simply and assassinate things efficiently, the life at the hunter’s rank is really all you need. She tore apart a hunter to take his rank and rise from omega, and here she has stayed, more than content with her lot in life. Hunter rank gives her license to stalk and kill with complete silence and complete impunity, for which she is neither judged nor hassled. However, the Terror that she once lived within is gone, sickened and dead with plague while this hunter was off doing what she loves best, and after that...well, it was time to find a bondmate that allows her the same freedom or who will find she creates the same freedom regardless.

She’s a succinct thing, not a whole lot of words for any given situation, but words she does hand out are typically suited to the situation at hand. She’s a little bit cold, she’s very precise, and she’s more than a little ruthless. If anything stands between her and a goal, it will probably die. Or something near it will, if she’s not redirected to a less efficient but more peaceable path. That may be difficult, though. She’s really, really efficient.

Her base coat variegates between dark charcoal and black like camouflage, and she bears the traditional rank markings of a crimson swathe across her eyes and a red dip at the tips of each of her paws.

Schim Schimmel 'Born of the Stars'

Old Soul Beacon, Athalia

Speech: Italics #5C0759

Calm. Refined. Ethereal. An Old Soul. All these things and more describe Athalia. Eternity seems contained in her gaze, and her voice both rings with all that can be and will be, yet whispers to the soul with velvet tones of deep understanding. It is very hard to make her angry, or fluster her, for it is as if she has already seen these things come to pass and what follows behind, so why should she worry?

Gilded eyes peer out from this massive creature, piercing as the stars in the sky. Holding the body of a massive feline with a bushy tail and thick ruffle of mane around her head, superficially she resembles a lion in shape. The base color of her fur is a rich, dark midnight blue, with an irregularly-shaped white patch streaked with black on her left flank. A smoky swirl of color ranging from deep blue to violet to pink winds up from this patch along her back and around her right shoulder to her chest. Dappling along this are tiny spots of various colors that, upon close examination, are actually little gemstones studding her fur, so small they glimmer without hindering the lush softness of her pelt.


Code for Reference Inspiration and Fade:
Schim Schimmel 'Born of the Stars'

~The Most Important Kind of Freedom is to be What you Really Are Male White Mottle Firelizard~

Who are you that you think to tell me who I am or can be? That might be the motto of a certain white Mottle Firelizard who, from the moment he hatched, has sought to defy expectations and be the only thing he has ever desired to be: himself. Some might call him stubborn. Certainly he has his rank's renown fearlessness in spades and more than once has escaped from otherwise deadly situations by the narrowest of margins. But what may be taken for brazen defiance is in reality just a display of who he is regardless of what anyone says he should be.

In his heart, in his soul, he is a dragon.

That ability to be, to him, in the greatest form of freedom and the greatest treasure in the world and one he will not part with. He will accept no other restrictions or roles placed by another upon him. Say what you will, think what you will. That is your part of the same gift. But do not declare anything of him or of anyone else. He is more than willing to fight you to protect another's right to be whatever they want as to defend his own. And it doesn't matter how much bigger than him you are.

Visually, when his wings are folded, he almost looks like a Pureblood white. The scales that spread like fans along his shoulders and chest are a perfect, pristine match to his snow-white hide so that usually only close inspection or physical contact will reveal the truth. But when he spreads his wings his heritage becomes more clear as the membranes fade from red to white to blue from top to bottom.

((Quote where Fade comes from: “The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.”

― Jim MORRISON))

When the Stars Align, Anything is Possible Blue Mottle Male, Apotelesmath

(Name Meaning: a play on apotelesma, meaning the influence the star's have over human - or Changeling's! - destiny)

Mindspeech:Bold #a19a9a

When Apotelesmath hatched, the sole egg survivor of a Wild Red Dragon attach on his clutch, he looked around the otherwise egg-vacant Hatching sands his egg had been brought to. Though there were many hoping his gaze would turn to them in acceptance found none that called out to him. Though somehow, in the faintest recesses of his Hatchling consciousness he knew his One was out there, somewhere, they stood not on the sands that day. Were he a Pureblood he would have thrown himself Betweenwithout hesitation, but he felt they were out there, and he would be here when they found him.

Incubated by strange dragons and kindly humanoids, hatched alone, and now growing alone, waiting.

Granted, High Mountain Weyr saw to it that he, like all Mottles who don't find their Riders upon hatching, was well taken care of. He had food, companionship at least in the form of other dragons, was groomed when his hide became patchy and given medicine when he was ill. A poor substitute for a Rider they knew, but all they could offer.

But now that you're here, Necthan, Apotelesmath's waiting is finally over. You are the home he was pining for and it's about time you got here! He wasn't too keen on learning to fly without you, after all.

Perhaps because of his solitary life until now Apotelesmath developed something of a fierce personality. Not in the wanton destructive manner, but in the what's his is his and he'll protect it with everything he's got, be that Rider, home, food, or possessions. He possesses a blue mottle's intense focus, to the point that sometimes when he looks too hard at someone they can become a bit uncomfortable whether he intends it or not. And Apotelesmath has a 'mindmouth' on him! He can come up with some fairly scathing insults and barbs to throw at his enemies, and enjoys frightening them, though unlike some blue mottles he'll lunge into the fray without hesitation; perhaps a subconscious frustration stemming from being a helpless egg unable to defend himself or those around him when his family was taken from him. He's not so helpless anymore, so watch out!

Ironically, aside from Nec's presence reminding him that he's whole now, looking up at the stars settles him like nothing else in the world.

Thirty-five feet long from nose to tailtip, Apotelesmath is a muscular dragon though quite agile in the air for all this bulk. His belly is hide rather than scaled like most Blue Mottles though the usual sandy tan-yellow color prevails. The rest of him is strikingly different compared to most others of his rank as well, much closer to the sky at midnight rather than sapphire. His tail is noticeably scaled; in fact it often looks quite flat and wide by proportion to the rest of him at first glance, but that's an optical illusion created by the interlocking 'fin' like nature of the scales that causes them to protrude away from his actual tail. Aside from these a single, thick scale of melding blue-to-tan-and-back-again rings the base of his throat like a gorget and a few small scales barely larger than Nec's thumbnail appear here and there across his back. He has the Wild Blue's nose horn but due to a small accident when he was younger the top third is snapped away; it was summarily smoothed out so he wouldn't accidentally hurt someone with the jagged edges.

Variety, The Spice Of Life South Hippogryph

Mindspeech: Bold #ff161

This Hippogryph is just as energetic as his species suggests, but this also means he gets bored easily. He doesn't like routine and is always on the lookout for an adventure even if it might get him into trouble. He's learned the hard way that he shouldn't recklessly charge into things (such as playing games with strangers or shifty individuals) for the sake of money even if he's still somewhat materialistic. His primary hobbies consist of collecting shinies such as gems or coins, and playing games of chance. He is also extremely loyal to those he considers family, hardly hesitant to fight tooth and claw to protect them, and despite his penchant for getting himself in over his hand, he is mature enough to take responsibility for his actions.

His plumage is primarily red in color with red-orange undertones, and on his left side (tucked under his wing, to be more specific) is a diamond-shaped birthmark hidden under his feathers. He possesses dark brown, nearly black eyes, and stands at roughly average height for a hippogryph of his particular rank.

Let's Take Walk in the Winter Wonderland Ent Nadur

Mindspeech

Noble. Proud, like the mighty fir trees that rise in sovereignty in the woods. Like a king, that is the demeanor that this Ent projects to the crowd. He loves the woodlands even as he invokes thoughts of it. His favorite activities is walking through the thick evergreens and appreciating their majesty and grandeur. But in nature isn't the only place he can appreciate the evergreen trees. When the holidays come along he will throw himself into decorating them that might surprise some who think he's a bit stiff and formal. But he's got a heart as gold as tinsel around the boughs and though he is a warrior capable of throwing down in a fight he greatly prefers peace so he can go for his treasured walks.

A statuesque creature, he stands a majestic six feet tall not including his impressive rack of antlers; they have no less than ten points in total. Perhaps it is fortunate for him that he also has the neck ruff that his rank sometimes carries as he often ventures into the cold for his walks. His pelt and mane are a uniform rich cocoa brown. He's otherwise unmarked... save for a curious mutation that has made itself known in his personna: On both hips is an appropriately-evergreen colored glitter evergreen tree mark, and around his shoulders and forelegs wind yellow glittering bands as if he's draped in the tinsel that he will drape around his friends' trees.

Let's Play, Fight and Live Male Sylvan Illaro
Mindspeech: #bd7500


This boy is playful and energetic, he loves to be the life of things. He's got a good sense of humor and loves to tell jokes, he gives his all to what he feels in the moment. He will do his best to live life to the fullest and be a creature of the moment, he will not allow anyone to take that away from him. He gives his all and that includes to his bonded and what he needs, this boy is a joy to be around when he's happy or even angry but if you get him sad that's a different story.

Once this boy is upset he won't stop being that way till someone reminds me of why he was joyous. It doesnt' take much but it does take a tiny bit of effort. He will give you everything if you give him that little effort, he loves to track things and he will give to that as much as he does everything else.

This boy is of average build and size, but that doesn't mean anything as he is a dark brown almost black colored canid. His green runes across his eyes and around his legs mark him for a Sylvan but so to does the fact he can speak Sylvan. He has a single white paw and a ring of white around an eye under his green runes. His fur is a bit shaggier than average and will shed quite a bit as the seasons change.