The Watch (Anari)

A Sweet Tart with a Hint of Sour, Solar - Mishra

This little Athid takes on the form of a firefly, xir colors resembling that of a blackberry, and is roughly six inches long. Xir entire body is made out of aluminum, making xir light enough to be able to fly, with a reinforced exoskeleton so xe doesn’t get damaged easily. Like all Solars, xe is a caring and pacifistic creature, though xe takes xir fondness for cleanliness a little bit further than others of xir kind. Everything must be organized and in its proper place, otherwise xe will go back and forth attempting to straighten everything up to xir liking. Of course, xe is selfless enough to put the wants and needs of others before xir own, often without any concern for xir own wellbeing, regardless of whether they are a fellow Athid or otherwise. Xe can also be a bit snappish if someone interrupts xir when xe’s cleaning.

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Bonded Here

The Mind And Body Are Equal Puzzle - Rannegar

This particular Puzzle carries himself well, despite being somewhat shorter than others of his kind. He is quite skilled at board games as well as card games, though he seems to know very little about how electrical devices work. Toasters, microwaves, and other kitchen appliances fascinate him, as well as the moving pictures on a television screen. It would be in his bonded's best interest to keep this Puzzle out of the kitchen, though...despite the fact that he can take things apart with ease, it is rare for him to be able to put them back together without causing an explosion.

He tends to be slightly reserved amongst those he doesn't know, and he harbors quite a bit of pride, pride that happens to be not only his biggest strength but also his greatest weakness. He hates losing games, and will take drastic measures in order to avoid doing so, though he will never resort to cheating. He knows the rules and details of every single game he has ever played, and can recite them flawlessly to anyone willing to listen. Another talent of his is being able to read hieroglyphs. At first, he was wary of approaching the Sylvan he is now close friends with, but despite not speaking to him initially, he would leave things outside for the yellow-furred Sylvan, such as food or a warm blanket on cold nights. When confronted about his acts of kindness, he admitted that he hadn't helped out of pity, but because the Ilaro reminded him of someone he knew a long time ago.

Appearance-wise, this Puzzle has beige fur covering his entire body, with a black tail tuft. His mane is also black, but there are hints of gold and red-violet in it as well. His wings are also a red-violet color, with secondary black and golden flight feathers forming no particular pattern.

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Watchguard of the High Tower Gold, Oroveth

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The dragons of Anari’s home are the worst potential in leaders. Perhaps Oroveth is what leaders should be. She’s young now, still damp with egg-goo and bits of her golden shell stuck to her hide, but she’ll grow into a patient charisma and a regal bearing truly worthy of her status as a dragon queen, ruling her Weyr with wisdom and justice instead of tyranny and depravity. She can’t do that alone, however. Whether Anari understands it or not, she’s the crucial key ingredient to Oroveth’s very existence.

Oroveth is a queen, but she is no Highlord. The dragon Highlords to whom Anari is accustomed don’t care whom they hurt. They have power, they use their power to benefit themselves. They issue their commands without care for casualties or morality. Oroveth has power of her own, her own power of command. As a queen gold, all of dragon-kind must yield to her will. There is incredible potential for abuse in that. She is fully capable of stripping the free will from dragons of lesser ranks. The difference is that Oroveth is loathe to exercise this power, and she knows that should she ever slip -- however unlikely such a scenario is -- Anari will catch her, stop her. She is Anari’s courage and protective drive, and Anari is Oroveth’s extra conscience. Not that Anari should worry overmuch about Oroveth’s inclinations. There is rarely a soul more gentle and nurturing in times of peace, or braver and more valorous in times of war. Oroveth lacks the sense of self-serving one typically expects from dragons of high ranking. Instead, she is a tireless defender of the faith and of the fallen, a champion of equality, and a voice for those that traditionally have not had one. Above all else, though, Oroveth is a picture of serene dignity. Or, well, she will be once she grows up a bit. She’s still a bit playful and a bit curious, still new to the world and everything in it. Wisdom comes with time, maturity with experience. Who she is now is and is not whom she will be in the future, but the same can be said of Anari. In time, Anari Warden’s expectations of the world and her place in it may change. Her hypervigilance may relax, her old scars, both mental and physical, may heal. Ultimately, Anari and Oroveth both have a lot of growing to do, but now that they’re united, they can do that growing together.

Golds are some of the largest of the pureblooded Pernese dragons, only dwarfed occasionally by the odd particularly large bronze, but Oroveth is surprisingly dainty. She has petite proportions, making her appear smaller than she actually is. Only in direct, side-by-side comparison does it become apparent that she actually is a large dragon, or will be when she’s fully grown. Her hide shines like polished golden jewelry, slightly darker and more coppery along her spine and around her joints, and palest almost-yellow in the webbing of her wings.

Oroveth’s mind-touch is the still calm of a cathedral, or the sun’s early rays just breaking the mists at dawn. Frost on the watchtower, just beginning to thaw, the strangely echo-less caws of ravens at the treeline, the fog of breath hanging on the sweet-cold air of daybreak. Her voice is quiet, but powerful, the regal command of a queen holding court.

Bonded here - Note: Calls Anari A'ri

A Hint of Christmas Cheer, Angel Familiar - Crystal

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In the opposition of the fragment of Korazjh's soul that was splintered, a part of your own soul was split into an entity as well. This one, however, was one of the positive nature of the holidays. The part of you that was always excited by Christmas morning, that relished in hearing about the good acts of the folk touched by the "spirit of Christmas". This little darling is the embodiment of that sincere thrill and enthusiasm of life.

She tries with every ounce of her small self to always have a positive demeanor and will try to, if anyone is sorrowful, help them remember why they should be happy and thankful for their lives. Sometimes it doesn't occur to her that some people just don't and won't feel the same happiness that she does, but she will endeavor to try anyway.

Her body consists of very soft blue-white fur that covers her entire cat-sized body with small matching down feathers that peak out in a couple of choice locations around her body. She has two fingers that end in tiny claws and two toes the same, though she can faintly use her hands for minor manual dexterity. She has four feathered wings that consist of down feathers like the bits on her body and don't look like they should support her body, but do. Large eyes that are compassionate and loving and large ears for always being there to listen, she is a true angel incarnate.


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Mad World Shade - Onyx

While his sister might be content to sow the seeds of chaos in secret, this Shade has no such compunctions. If he’s going to ruin your life- and let’s face it, he IS going to, no two ways about it- you’re bloody well going to see him coming. He likes attention, you see, likes hitting you where you live, and he’ll stop at nothing to get a rise out of you. Like a spoiled child he can’t stand being ignored or denied. In fact, he seems to feels entitled to both attention and obedience from everyone, regardless of their rank or his own rather lowly one. When he’s denied either he becomes increasingly petulant. Should whininess and minor misbehavior not garner attention, he escalates his behavior at a frankly frightening rate. Violence seems to come naturally to him, especially the sort that incites fear and loathing disproportionate to the effort invested. Worse yet, nothing is sacred to him. He’s the sort who wouldn’t think twice about knocking over an urn and pissing on the ashes. After all, even negative attention is still attention, and he does so crave it. Alas, this thirst for attention is his primary personality trait. Ignoring that, you could stand in a puddle of him and not wet your feet. He’s not smart. He’s not charming. He’s not the sort of critter you’d willingly spend time around if you weren’t bonded to him. In fact, he’s a narcissistic mess of a creature, so self-absorbed it’s a miracle he hasn’t tried to make love to a mirror, and he’s far too stubborn to ever yield to the blandishments of others. Good luck, Anari. You’re going to need it.

Physical unremarkability must run in the family, because he’s every bit as visually bland as his Nightmare sister. Like the Nokota horses of Earth he’s short and angular and surprisingly dense, packing a frightening amount of flat muscle and madcap agility into his fourteen hand frame. That’s where the similarities to any variety of horse end. Everything about him is a flat, unrelieved, somehow oily black, from his metallic hooves to the flames licking above his angular withers. Thin bands of white line each of his jet-black eyes, adding that extra tinge of madness to his already-unnerving stare.

I'll Tell You a Tale for a Penny Coastal (Male)
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While most Coastals will be glad to spin you a yarn for free, this guy wants some kind of fee in return. It is not that he is greedy. Oh no. For fee or not, he will still tell you what you want to know...Just in his own time if you refuse to meet his demands. Thankfully they are never much and usually deal with some kind of food or money to buy some treat. Should be simple enough to deal with right? Right. He also has a slightly...Darker nature to him. The tales will often have fatal consequences and if the knowledge is deadly or not very happy, he probably knows about it. He figured that most won't want to know about the dead and the injury causing things, so he could easily become an expert. And experts are almost always paid for their services...

Much like his sister, his front half is that of a horse and his back half is that of slug like creature. Except, his front half is a bright white with dark spots and his hind quarters is a brilliant orange with the same dark spot patterns. You think he would have trouble hiding with such a color scheme, but it actually works really well for him. At least, nothing has eaten him yet anyway. He actually has no mane to speak of and his eyes are a deep, almost black, brown. His face is also, for whatever reason, is a little squished in so his nose isn't as long as most horses. Not that seems to bother him any at all. Like most Coastals, he is clingy, but don't expect him to be by your side 24/7. After all, how is he gonna spread his knowledge if he tied down to you all the time?

Female Caradras Velve Prahari