Post by Tidesweep on Jul 29, 2018 11:44:11 GMT
Here Be Dragons
Colors of the Heart Prismatic Bronze Mottle Female, Lenaarth
Speech: Bold #044945
Hopefully Tide has an array of dragon-sized paint brushes on hand. And hopefully she doesnt mind, in Lenaarths infancy, cleaning up oodles of paw-print finger painting smeared purple all over her walls. The mess will get better with time, as Lenaarth ages and matures. One day, her paints and projects will be kept to appropriate things like canvases and walls nobodys using. One day her art will be recognizable as art, instead of the chaotic scribbling of an over-eager toddler.
But, you know, every artist starts somewhere, and fresh out of her egg, Lenaarth is exactly an over-eager toddler. She wont be forever, though, although the eagerness to explore life and everything in it will never dull away with time. Shes an adventurous sort, Lenaarth. Her thirst for all things new and exciting will become less apparent in adulthood, as she grows into a calmer, more patient dragon, although her desire to see and experience new things will never fade. It will simply be tempered with a bit more wisdom and objectivity. With maturity comes new priorities, such as protecting her rider and keeping the peace. And maybe helping her rider overcome a crippling fear of fire. Lenaarth comes from no war-torn world, has none of the history that has encapsulated Tides existence from nearly the beginning. And if theres one thing Lenaarth cant stand, its watching her rider suffer. Although she isnt keen on watching anybody suffer, Tide will always come first in Lenaarths compassionate heart. Luckily, Tide is a good sort too, so they can be compassionate together when life inevitably gets rough around them. And maybe Tide wont mind so much when Lenaarths daily swims have her coming back with some wounded stray animal shes found and rescued. All told, though, Lenaarth is relaxed and relaxing, undramatic company even when shes on the trail of something. When she sets a goal for herself, shes going to achieve it, no matter what stands in her way. Her stubbornness is quiet, though, subtle enough to go largely unnoticed. Lenaarth is also not the type to keep trying the same thing repeatedly expecting a different result. No, if Plan A doesnt work, shell try something else. Shes flexible that way, Lenaarth is. Or she will be. Shes still got a lot of growing and learning ahead of her right now, though, but with Tide as her rider, shes bound to learn a lot.
At full adulthood, Lenaarth will stretch a full forty feet from nose to tail-tip. Small and dainty for a Bronze Mottle, shell still rival the queens for size, and her compact musculature will disguise real strength. Shes mostly bronze in coloration, but her prismatic heritage is apparent in the pink and oil-on-water rainbow wash of her wings, and, of course, in her breath weapon. Lenaarth breathes a spray of stunning colors that threaten to daze the simple-minded, but that do no physical harm. A silver star sits on Lenaarths forehead, and she has green socks on her right front and left rear feet. A frill runs down the length of her tail from the base of her spine, all the better to help her steer as she swims.
Lenaarths mind-touch is a soft sea breeze and the constant lapping of the ocean at the shoreline, air rich with salt, damp sand underfoot, the caws of gulls overhead. Her mental touch is gentle, like an open clear sky for miles without a cloud in sight. For Tide, there is an upwelling of deep and unconditional love, as well.
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Shy Wallflower, Mistress of All Buttons Black Mottle Female, Ithakath
Speech: [background color=#c8eff8] Back ground color #c8eff8 color #3f0965[/back]
Black mottles are known for being able to hide themselves away at a moments notice. Their skills at being stealthy are renown, and most use this for their own gain or the gain of their Riders.
Ithakath, however, uses her skill at being unseen to, well, be unseen.
Terribly shy and modest, Ithakath is something of a wallflower of a dragon. She avoids the spotlight at all costs, gets bashful and stammers if she must speak in public, and when pressed to do so her voice is quiet and timid. Its rather easy to not hear her, or for others to speak over her and drown her out entirely. Even too many of Tides other bonded companions at once is enough to fluster this introvert, though she is by far more at ease when them than with others outside her family. Only when she is alone with Tide will she utterly relax, speaking freely and sharing her innermost thoughts and feelings on the day. She has a strange fondness for Charlie Biscuit, however, and aside from Tide he is the one she can most easily be found with. Its a rather humorous image, the black mottle following around the comparatively tiny deer, but though Charlie will have little more success in drawing her out of her shell she still finds ease in his presence. Perhaps its that he shines so socially bright that it helps her stay in the shadows where shes most at ease.
Also of note is that Ithakath has a small OCD with buttons. She simply adores them, and will find all manner of ways to obtain them for her private horde. Polished or dull, metal or plastic, bejeweled or plain, all of them have the potential to end up in a nice pile in her weyr, where she can admire them at her leisure. Sometimes Tide might be able to convince her to trade one for another, should the one in the dragons possession actually be needed for something like holding Tides coat closed.
Ithakath will stretch around twenty feet long, average size for a black mottle. She almost has the horns of a black, though where a true black mottles horns curve forward, Ithakaths sweep forward then up, then back with a faint curve to the otherwise horizontal slope. She bears scales on her shoulders, each one with a smooth, polished look and a spiraling, almost cut, texture that harkens back to the egg of her hatching. When in strong sunlight, these scales reveal rainbows hidden in their depths. Her acidic breath is only occasionally unleashed, because it often draws unwanted attention to herself.
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Shy Wallflower, Mistress of All Buttons Black Mottle Female, Ithakath
Speech: [background color=#c8eff8] Back ground color #c8eff8 color #3f0965[/back]
Black mottles are known for being able to hide themselves away at a moments notice. Their skills at being stealthy are renown, and most use this for their own gain or the gain of their Riders.
Ithakath, however, uses her skill at being unseen to, well, be unseen.
Terribly shy and modest, Ithakath is something of a wallflower of a dragon. She avoids the spotlight at all costs, gets bashful and stammers if she must speak in public, and when pressed to do so her voice is quiet and timid. Its rather easy to not hear her, or for others to speak over her and drown her out entirely. Even too many of Tides other bonded companions at once is enough to fluster this introvert, though she is by far more at ease when them than with others outside her family. Only when she is alone with Tide will she utterly relax, speaking freely and sharing her innermost thoughts and feelings on the day. She has a strange fondness for Charlie Biscuit, however, and aside from Tide he is the one she can most easily be found with. Its a rather humorous image, the black mottle following around the comparatively tiny deer, but though Charlie will have little more success in drawing her out of her shell she still finds ease in his presence. Perhaps its that he shines so socially bright that it helps her stay in the shadows where shes most at ease.
Also of note is that Ithakath has a small OCD with buttons. She simply adores them, and will find all manner of ways to obtain them for her private horde. Polished or dull, metal or plastic, bejeweled or plain, all of them have the potential to end up in a nice pile in her weyr, where she can admire them at her leisure. Sometimes Tide might be able to convince her to trade one for another, should the one in the dragons possession actually be needed for something like holding Tides coat closed.
Ithakath will stretch around twenty feet long, average size for a black mottle. She almost has the horns of a black, though where a true black mottles horns curve forward, Ithakaths sweep forward then up, then back with a faint curve to the otherwise horizontal slope. She bears scales on her shoulders, each one with a smooth, polished look and a spiraling, almost cut, texture that harkens back to the egg of her hatching. When in strong sunlight, these scales reveal rainbows hidden in their depths. Her acidic breath is only occasionally unleashed, because it often draws unwanted attention to herself.
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Your Giving Heart and My Large Wings Can Save the World Brown Mottle Male, Vakioth
Mindspeech: Italics #5a0bcb
When a wall of fire stood between you and an innocent captive, Tidesweep, despite the terror and the injury that it threatened, you charged through to save another life. When children were trapped and in danger of drowning you risked your life to bring them out safely to dry land. Zombies and their masters nor raging wildfires stop you from doing what is right by others. Even the more 'mundane' but still vital undertaking like helping a woman learn how to be a mother, or arranging parties for friends who need to drop their proverbial guard or to reunite separated family members you do without second thought, caring more for others than for yourself.
This is a quality the world, any world, needs more of on a daily basis, and this dragon will help you accomplish that for he is your giving heart with large wings and whirling eyes. Regardless of the danger or difficulty if it's to help others Vakioth is more than willing to plunge himself into it. He's quite skilled at spotting out where he can do the most good in almost any situation, and passionate about doing it. But Vakioth understands that, well, he's a big dragon (not as big as some but still) and thus has to be aware of certain size restraints on himself, unable to go certain places Tidesweep can for example and being sure when he's helping at a gathering that he doesn't step on a table and break it. Though he has his rank's mellow, balanced nature and is much happier when things are peaceful that doesn't mean he's necessarily a pacifist. Caring about others to him also means protecting those who can't protect themselves (and sometimes even those who can when situations turn against them), and Vakoith is just as powerful as any Brown when it comes to battle, airborne or otherwise. These needed moments are just that, however, and when they are over he is quite content to drop the desire to fight. The kind, others-nurturing tendency he 'inherited' from his Rider has also gifted the brown with a kind, affectionate nature when danger is far away, and he'll happily cuddle with her (or anyone in need of a dragon hug for that matter). After all, isn't that just another way to help them?
Stretching from nose to tail a nice, solid thirty-four feet give or take an inch, Vakioth's hide is a pleasantly nice light sand color like the beaches his Rider so enjoys. His few scales are small, barely the size of Tide's palm, and fleck in darker shades of chocolate with an odd pale blue here and there over his brow, eye ridges, hips and upper forelegs kind of like freckles, with one larger one at the base of his neck almost two feet in span, perfect for Tidesweep to hold onto when flying if she needs extra purchase.
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