Fae Friends (Taki)

Spirit to Spirit, I and You Mistwatcher Cloud, Tam'kir


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Tam'kar is a vulpine version of his Bonded, sharing much of her playfulness, whimsy, and bright attitude. Although there are times that he seems to just 'know' things that he otherwise shouldn't, like what certain things are called, he is otherwise just as young as he appears.

Tam'kir, though he once was another form, is now a Mistwatcher Cloud. While as white as his new rank-mates, he shows a Color Mutation as a reflection of his off-world birth: his tail and ankles show bands of crimson red. When Taki bonded him, she saw a glimpse of his adult form, with 9 beautiful tails and a multitude of crimson spheres dancing within. While at the time just prior to her arrival on Teragaia he only had gained a fifth tail and his first two orbs, he has since lost these traits, perhaps for all time.The most mysterious thing about him is his necklace which he appeared with, a thick gold chain with a ruby pendant, held in a gold backing. Although it seems large enough to slip over his head, no matter how he bounds around, flips, rolls, or otherwise romps with his fellow Bondeds or Taki, it never falls off. And the one time Taki made as if to remove it, he kept moving to prevent it, though he said he didn't realize he was doing so at the time. By now Taki has realized that it is important, even if neither of them knows why, and leaves it alone. Like Taki, it seems impossible for Tam'kar to get dirty as her as her Natural Grooming works just as well on him. A quick rub down of his pelt, and he's spic and span again!

Former Appearance: Spirit Animal; Kitsune (currently 4 tailed, 2 orbs)

Pegasus Breeze Male - Caeros

Athid Wind Cuddlebug Journeyman -- Taki (Androgyne, Poodle Moth, seriously, I shudder looking at bugs but these things are cute!)

Mindspeech: None. Journeyman actually can't speak, not like normal Athids. Something in his construction went awry at that. But instead he whistles, chirps, and in general makes mechanical and bug noises at Taki and she just understands him much like how her 'speech' is murmurs that those she wants to understand can.

Anarchy's Just the Price of Being Alive Spirit Male, Darbaros
Final Form: Mouse
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To the literal definition, lack of a hierarchy, to a broader notion, lack of order. Anarchy is the end of social law and it is the end of natural law, the entropy that chews on the frayed ends of class rifts and environmental decay. Really, Anarchy is rarely a pleasant notion to consider, and anarchists are rarely socially acceptable people, for that matter.

To that end, Darbaros is no different, and you won’t be getting him any other way, Toots. And he won’t stop calling you Toots any time soon, Taki, so hopefully you don’t mind the nickname. Because it’s sticking. Forever.

Darbaros is one of the rare Familiars who almost couldn’t recognize his soulmate upon meeting her. Even now, bond made and settling, it still isn’t comfortable. You’re a chaotic sort, but not like this. Truthfully, Darbaros was once a spirit of Freedom, but too long spent amidst corrupting influences in the Fade and too long away from the stabilizing force of his true soulmate-partner-self -- you, Taki -- warped and twisted Darbaros into a demon of Anarchy. The fit will never be as perfect as it once would have been, never be comfortable as it once would have been, but that you HAVE bonded has prevented the corruption from getting worse. Point of fact, Taki, you’re stabilizing Darbaros and softening his jagged edges. Some. Darbaros is always going to be sharp-tongued and at least a little mean, but the longer he’s bonded to you, the progressively less cruel he will become as your natural sweetness cloys away his bitterness, the metaphysical equivalent to pouring the entire sugar shaker into a too-strong pot of Weyrwoman Sandasa’s battery acid coffee. Because uncomfortable or not, Darbaros is Taki and Taki is Darbaros, and you DO belong together, regardless of what has happened in the interim.

And on some things, you may even agree. Whether it’s your fault or Darbaros’, a social situation will likely devolve into chaos rather quickly, that much is probably true. It’s not even intentional. It just happens. Nature is messy. Life is messy. Chaos, Anarchy, is just the price of being alive.

This fundamental understanding of chaos is where you and Darbaros connect now, the parts of you that are all disorder and disarray, uncontrolled and unpredictable whorls of emotion and color and curiosity. He is everything in your soul that lacks definitive structure, everything easily distracted, everything that reacts before you think. He is your id and your instinct.

And he’s surprisingly cute, for such a fundamentally terrifying little bastard. His final form is that of a mouse, though in the way of Spirit Familiars, his body is also about 79% whimsy that is completely alien to his personality. His tail, for example, is much longer than his body but blocked up into a square-shaped spiral, the innermost tip of which is a forked tuft. He has the huge, feathered antennae of a moth and matching feathery frills all down his spine until his tail begins. The antennae and feathered frills are a bright teal in color, though his fur is more of a powder blue banded with avocado green, and his tail is just a brighter, richer shade of blue, the split tuft at the end achieving a remarkably radioactive shade of green. Darbaros’ eyes are, the trademark of any Spirit, a clear Amethyst, though his are fractured through with glowing lines of orange that should not be there.

You knew Darbaros wasn’t any basic animal when you bonded him. He’s not a normal, basic Familiar either. Darbaros is a demon now, no longer a whole spirit, but he does still have most of the same abilities as the rest of his fellow denizens of the Liminal Passages. He has the blink-and-you-miss-it tendency to teleport, simply appearing and disappearing without a sound, leaving no footprints in his wake. He has lost his spirit’s sense of empathy by his corruption into a demon of Anarchy, but that has in no way dulled his power of suggestion or his ability to project; if anything, becoming a demon has made the strength of his projections all the stronger, planting the seeds of discord and chaos and Anarchy in the hearts and minds around him and oh, is he ever difficult to resist. Unique to Darbaros is the ability to possess simple-minded animals, corpses, and inanimate things that possess (or that once possessed) the spark of life (trees and things made of wood number that among these) for a few hours at a time. Such a possession is extremely taxing to him, but he can invade and inhabit another body for a short time if need be. As with all other natives of the Fade, Darbaros is a master dreamwalker, able to enter and influence the dreams of anyone he so chooses. Of particular note, however, is that if Taki is ever again in a scenario of lucid dreaming, Darbaros can find her in the dream and guide her through.

Stubbornness and Wisdom Together in Thee Male Sh'Na'Ka Grathkin - VELDEN



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An elder Grathkin with a veritable lifetime of experiences under his belt, this Grathkin is both incredibly wise and respected. He was one of those who first came to Teragaia when his Legion fled to Teragaia to escape the World Eater that sought to destroy their original world, and still well remembers the sense of betrayal as the other Legions and their Matriarchs turned on his own, the fear of realizing their foe was virtually upon them, and the last desperate stand that let them escape with their lives. His bones he claims equally remembers the terrible crash of their Ziggurat impacting the ground, and in truth he considers it a miracle that any of them survived it at all. But for his incredible wisdom he is also a stubborn one, and when the first heroes from Haven Village and Haven Weyr arrived to help, in the process Bonding to his fellow Grathkin, he resisted the notion strongly. Not denying them or the Matriarch's word, no, but simply that it wasn't his path. He belonged here, was needed here, and here he would stay and has stayed ever since while through everyone's efforts the Grathkin community grew and flourished. But over time he has come to see and respect those not of his Legion, both heroes and their Bondeds alike, and now feels it might be worthwhile to see what Bonding can offer him.



Among his kind he is considered one of the wisest, often approached by the younger Grathkin for advice and to hear tales of their traditions and histories going back hundreds of years, all known by heart. He is also greatly skilled with the arcane. He can't cast a fireball in battle, but when it comes to runes, carving gemstones to turn them into powerful magical components or even spells in and of themselves, and understanding what has happened to someone when a potion goes awry there are few of his caliber.



But there are some from Haven who have met him to compare him to a certain Master Weyrhealer as he quite frequently comes across as condescending and blunt, for one of his rank. He tends to foresee potential disaster in any risky or possibly dangerous endeavor, and advises against them even if in the long run they'll be beneficial (after all, why go into the wild red dragon's lair and risk having to deal with the beast even if there's an artifact that will purify a crop touched by a blight? The reward in no way equals the risk.) What's more he's often right in his assessment, that to undertake the adventure will quite likely cause great harm and even possibly death to any participant, but should his Bonded be determined to go regardless of his words then he'll simply have to begrudgingly do whatever he can to ensure them the highest percentage of success with his magic and skills. Truly, he has a good and kind heart which often shows itself when someone comes to him in need or in trouble, and he always means well to those around him. But it's mostly that he rarely sees reason to cause undue risk to oneself when there are safer (if less-desirable) means to an end or he doesn't feel the end goal is worth it in the long run.



It might come as no surprise that he is not much of a combatant, in a general sense. He can't manage heavy armor or swing a sword, and prefers staying home when others go out risking their necks in battle. But when the threat comes home, and the only choices are victory or death, he's more than happy to give the enemy a thump upside the head with his walking staff and bombard them with whatever runestones he's created for the event.



Despite his age he doesn't stand hunched over, letting his full three-feet height show. His previously dark-brown body fur has lightened somewhat with age, as has his still-lighter tail, both showing almost as much silver as brown. The facial whiskers that make identifying his rank easy curl down almost to touching one another from the passage of years. His wings are still darker brown, though the under-plumage has grayed and he often says he can feel rain and snow in them. To look him in the eyes can be a bit unnerving as they are so pale in color – it's hard to say whether it's blue or gray or even off-white – that it can seem like he's looking straight through you, though he is by no means blind. He's never seen without his walking staff, a straight and twisting piece of polished wood studded in seemingly random places by gleaming and glowing gemstones in oranges, reds, and greens that was passed directly to him from his mentor and his a prized possession. It is carried more as a mark of respect both to said mentor as well as due to its current bearer rather than actual need, as he can lay it down and move about just fine without it.

Dream Creature
Emyr the BubbleBod
Bonded during Tidesweep's Tunnel of Love (Or is it?) Bonding

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