Life Needs things to Live - Percival's Shinies

I Wear my Sunglasses at Night Male Event Horizon Astrum

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Mysterious. Aloof. Collected. Far too calm for some of the things he sees. All but untouchable. Utterly cool. Just a few of the ways that one notable Astrum is described. With his ever-present sunglasses that somehow stay on no matter how he jumps, flies, or in other ways cats around he certainly makes an impression. Event Horizon have a reputation of being emotionless or at least nearly so and it's very true that even through the worst the IF can offer, through zombie assault and flood and fire, his voice never raises in alarm and he never loses that calm half smirk, half grin he wears. But when as a little kitten you predict what you think is the end of the world and live through it everything else gets held to that level of fear; it's hard for much to stack up. When he was barely larger than a handful, his eyes opened for scarcely a week, he had a vision of a terrible white flash in the depth of night, and everyone that looked upon it turned black like living shadows. He did his best to tell everyone what he'd seen, his family and his mother's Bonded who was wise enough to help. But when the night in question came and he lay huddled with his siblings in a shaking heap of kittens he heard one of his sisters coo in wonder at the glow. Realizing she'd lifted her head and their mother was not nearby, he leapt up and pounced upon her, forcing her head down.

But in the process he himself saw the light, and found out the truth of his vision: it wasn't that he would turn into a shadow. The world instead turned dark for him. The light blinded him.

Now mostly full grown he isn't bitter about that night. What at first was tragedy he turned into confidence. He's already felt paralyzing fear and acted so what do visions of falling balls of fire or red dragons raging hold for him? He still has his visions, quite clear ones even if they are often veiled in imagery. Perhaps his blindness, which doesn't hinder him any otherwise, has helped sharpened his Sight in turn. Maybe the light was a herald for his destiny. Maybe he's just so naturally cool that even the IF stands impressed and so offers him its favor. Whatever the case he can be trusted on to always be a steadying presence when everything unpleasant has hit the fan, plan in mind if not having warned everyone already.

A little over a foot long with a tail equal in length, his deep blue-black fur is sleek and silky smooth. From his right shoulder down along his side runs a vivid neon purple streak identifying his rank ever as some distance. The keen of eye can even still see it when he lights up his purple glow, it is so bright. He lacks wings as some Astrum do though he can still leap and fly about quite well, naturally. He is only rarely seen without his sunglasses, a gift from the sister he saved from sharing his fate. Should he ever have to have then removed such as to clean them he tends to keep his eyes closed. He long ago found out that his empty, unfocused stare and white-filmed eyes sometimes unnerved those around him.

King of Fire and Ash Male Red Mottle Hope Giver Dragon Vorgath

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Every now and then a dragonette breaks shell on the sands that makes everyone wonder if somehow a truly Wild Dragon egg was placed there by mistake. But no, Vorgath's egg wasn't like a wild red's egg, and he was able to Mindspeak and go Between just like other Mottles, and finally he Impressed as well. But for all of this he displays his Wild heritage as only a few others do. A few observations might cross the mind when Vorgath is in the room: arrogance, terrifying cunning, violent temper, a condescending manner towards all but Percival, and the sheer physical power to back it up. His fiery breath weapon burns hot, his claws are capable of easily tearing through most metals, and his teeth rend flesh like it's nothing. His one redeeming quality is the unbreakable loyalty to Percival that is the background for much of his behavior. He is the best, has Impressed to the best, thus they deserve the best. The Golds might rule the Weyr (and as he is a Weyr dragon the Gold Purebloods can use their innate ability to compel compliance, though even they should do so with caution), but he will see it burn before he accepts a slight (actual or simply perceived) to either himself or his Rider or a loss of what he views as theirs. To this end he views eliding a rider's name lazy and n beneath him and refuses to do so when addressing his. Hopefully Percival can help keep Vorgath in line.

It's not just in personality that Vorgath so clearly resembles his Wild kin. He's a massive beast standing at sixty meters tall at the shoulder easily, not including his neck crest. It's far easier to say where he lacks the heavy crimson scales than where he has them; the inside of his legs and along the sides of his neck show smooth blood-red hide. His head is crowned with a Wild red's sweeping horns and juts of smaller horns frame his Weyr dragon faceted eyes and face, though he lacks the large plate on the tip of his nose. For all of this ruby brilliance Vorgath bears a single off-mark, a mutation manifesting as a pink loop folding around his left wing joint with the ends laying beneath. He's oddly proud of his rare mutation.

The Soldier Wields a Mighty Sword Male Velve Caradras

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Velve Caradras are born warriors all. Combat comes to them quite naturally, but even among them there are those who almost seem to be gifted beyond the norm. Velve's for whom even the most complex of maneuvers with their bladed tails are as natural as breathing.

Mighty Sword is one such Caradras.

Some of his kind might view such prowess as a liberty to bully others, or to throw their proverbial weight around. Even if they avoid doing such to their Legion others, such as Bondeds and those they share a Bonded with, could be fair game. But Mighty Sword view his skills as more a responsibility, something to be used with prudence and precision. He refuses to engage in battle unless he is needed, and when he does so he is brutally efficient. Some cultures might refer to it as 'one strike, one kill.' Very few come away from a battle with him at all, and the few that do are rarely ever the same. Thankfully, his loyalty to his Bonded is as steadfast as his blade skill, or Percival might have a lot to worry about!

Mighty Sword stands a powerful seven feet tall at the withers, a beast of a draconic-equine with a dark indigo pelt and ink black mane that sets off his vivid red feathers well. His jagged horn is cloudy gray, and his tail blade is the color of bare bone. He keeps his fangs and claws very sharp at all times. His wings, which match his body with blood red edges to the membranes, are carried like a noble mantle when folded and flared to add intimidation to his foes right before engaging in battle. Mighty Sword's eyes are probably the lightest part of his coloration with their watery gray hue that turns to steel when he's angry.

The Queen with a Thorny Crown Female Silver Mottle Dragon, Talith

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It isn't always easy being in a place of leadership. Decisions must be made that can affect many lives for the better or worse, there are always more questions than answers, and it seems like there is never a day off. Granted, Talith isn't a gold or red. She doesn't bear the weight of one to whom leadership of the Weyr may likely one day fall. But that just means it's her responsibility to make sure all the small and sundry details are taken care of, the little things that are just as vital but might be the straw that breaks the dragon's back if added to the burdens of the senior queens.

Talith is a very proactive dragon in a defensive way. She works to prevent troubles before they arise when needed. This means she checks with the kitchen workers at the start of winter and throughout, monitoring supplies. She inquires with the infirmary as to their needs, triple checks the herd beasts to ensure no dragon is overeating, and often visits the equipment rooms to look for needed replacements. She can come off as overbearing at times, a 'helicopter mother' of a dragon, but she only has the best interests of the Weyr at heart. And this protective nature – so predominant in silvers – is only multiplied when it comes to Percival himself. She has no issue in telling off someone who upsets him, snapping or snarling if they become aggressive, and varying between firm persuasion to scolding if she feels he is putting himself in too much danger. Really, she means very well and loves her Percival – or P'val as she often calls him - very much. She loves his bookish nature and his dedication to what he believes is right – and more often than not agrees with him – but really. No one can thrive without interaction with others, without socialization and friends to share life with. Talith will support her Rider in the things he feels important, and ensure he gets the things that she knows he needs too. It's all just a part of the job she was hatched to do.

Whereas most queen dragons are easily identifiable by their gold and red colors, if there was ever any doubt that Talith is a queen for being a silver it's dispelled at one glance. She is a dragon that carries herself with a sheer regal bearing. She has a soft, icy-silver hide dotted with silvery scales like chips of ice; they are all over her forty-foot long body and make her seem to glitter in the light. A wide band of rose-gold runs down her spine and curls attractively around her eyes, perhaps hinting at a mixed bloodline with gold and red heritage. She does not have the body-long frill of her Wild cousins; instead her head is quite literally crowned with one. Several long spines flare out encircling her brow and head with silver-scaled membranes spanning between each one that gleam like it was crafted by a jewel-smith for royalty. All she needs is a few gemstones to complete the look!

Don't Worry I Don't Bite Hard Male Hunter Hellhound, Briarwood
Speech Code: #4f0000 Italics

Appearance: Standing at an impressive three feet tall at the shoulder, he's sleek and slender built boy. His colors go from near black red from his muzzle running down his topside to the tip of his tail, the color then seems to run down his sides like flowing blood. His wings have the same effect only his long well cared for fangs are white.

Personality: A suave and smooth talker, Briarwood can usually get his way. He's rather sweet thing to Percival and anyone he makes a deal with. He'll do anything for Percival that he wouldn't normally do for others. Though he does often eye the others for a meal he won't harm them. At least not unless he were truly desperate.

Grog the I'll Save You! Brown Mottle Firelizard, Grog
Speech Code Save You; ff4700

Appearance: This boy is very large and he still appears as a typical brown as those of his rank but he does have slight reddish streaks. He is very proud of his appearance not that it matters all that much. He does have the mutation to talk as well, but he rarely uses it to say more than 'Ale' or 'Save You!'

Personality: Three things are Grog's favorites, Ale, Scanlan and Percival not in that order but still, though one outranks even Percival. Pike the Hybrid, she saved his life and this has made them nearly inseparable and also makes it hard for either to do things.

Though Grog is still a show off he's also very prone to stealing mugs of ale. He'll stick his head in and attempt to drink all the ale in it. Once he's drunk he gets even more "heroic" and would try to face even an angry Queen Dragon if he thought he had to in that state of mind.

Gentle Guidance Female Boa Winged Serpent, Elena

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Appearance: Elena is a very large creature she sits at an impressive forty two feet long and she is large enough to eat most living things. Blessedly she does not need to eat much by way of others, she is impressive in size because her coloring makes it easier for her to blend into the areas she prefers which is the woodlands and the waterways there in. She is very much a quiet and unmoving predator she can not hunt all that fast as her size does not allow it. Her wings are also impressive but that's in color only they are vibrant and stand out against her pale green-gray patterned body. They are blues and reds that seem to bleed one into the other.

Personality: Elena is a gentle creature, she's sweet and kind she tends to not give up too easily but she also has extreme patience and it shows in how she behaves towards Percival. She will take care of him as best she can but she's also prone to doing her own thing and she is a creature that would much rather be able to deal with the fact that she's one of the largest of his various creatures and it shows very easily in the fact she has no fear towards Talith or Vorgath. This Winged Serpent is brave beyond reason when it concerns the large dragons.