The Pack -- Shrayla's Shinies

Anaeth -- Description Pending


UNTIL THEN:

Dragon, Green Mottle Female

Breath Weapon: Acid

Tends to be somewhat wry.  Eminently sensible, incredibly blunt.

Perfectly Poised Green Mottle

Picture, just ignore the filligree wings

Ever in control of himself, never letting anyone see him at anything but his best and dedicated to his Bonded, this green mottle is a focused individual. While he smiles on occasion, there is a formality to him that nothing seemingly can shake. Proper, polite, never speaking without making certain that it's exactly what he means to say, he is a good one to rely on. This intense dedication to propriety, however, can make him uncertain in social situations and he gets nervous when around new friends, preferring to let others carry the conversation, such as there can be on with a non-speaking creature. His tail always trembles with he feels this way, though he tries very hard to hide it.

Primarily emerald green in color, he bears wisps of a lighter mint green in random places along his body, as well as looping trails of icy blue dots. His mixed heritage is clear in the white scales that spread across the base of his neck and back, like frost on an evergreen.

The Ominous Egg: This egg is a matte, slate gray color, and otherwise unadorned. Yet when anyone gets close, they get an unnerved feeling.

The Key for Every Lock Copper Mottle Male

Life is much like a series of locks: every situation has a key to unlock it, or lock it back when need be, and all one must do is select the correct key to do so. Or pick the lock. Or break the lock, if all else fails. At least that's how this copper sees things. His natural trickster nature and clever mind serve him well to find the cheat to many of life's situations, and when he cannot he simply resorts to impulsive action. Do not get him wrong, though; his heart is in the right place. Just sometimes the thoughts of 'is this the best way' or foresight to see the consequences ahead aren't always his strong suits. So what if he scratched up that pompous dragonrider? He was being arrogant and taking more than he deserved! It's totally justified. He's just trying to help, naturally, like any hero worthy of being bonded to one like Shrayla should! So maybe it wasn't the best help - at least he tried? When not letting his curiosity or playfulness get the better of him, or racing off into adventure, he is a generally pleasant fellow and find conversant if one doesn't mind replies being given in imagery and chirps. If Shrayla catches him fidgeting with his tailtip, however, then something must be wrong as the gesture is something he finds soothing. Oddly, though he is endlessly friendly to most everyone, he shows some nervousness around Weyrwoman Sandasa, and will always fuss and play with his tail in her presence.

He is as bright and shiny as a newly-minted copper coin, scales running down his neck and belly but the rest of him covered in coppery hide that shifts in shade like waves from light to dark. And if any thought they could mistake him for a different rank, all they have to do is look at his face where he sports the crest of his coppery dragon ancestors.

Perhaps as a mean to try and help Shrayla with her nerves at entering the village proper, the Key has a unique talent: he can Between with must heavier burdens than other firelizards can manage alone, or even in groups, carrying upwards of twenty pounds without straining a good four feet or so into the air. He cannot carry it for long if at the higher end of his capacity, but perhaps this will save her a few trips in, no?

By The Pleasant Lake
(Warrior)
Speech: Bold #0B4C5F
He is what Warriors strive to be he is the personification of violence, anger at its boiling point and yet underneath the white anger he strictly chains himself allowing it to burn and boil in his belly. Smoke tendrils can often be seen curling from his nose and mouth as even the flames in his throat cannot hold back. When he breaths a gout of this hot fire its a deep crimson as if it too is filled with anger. He doesn't often attack for no reason, in fact this Warrior often seeks a reason to be violent, he wants to fight, he wants to bleed and you will too if you aren't careful.
Bound to the lake for centuries he's gained himself a reputation as the Hound of Mordred. Many whispered tales tell of a slate black hound its eyes a clear innocent blue with a heart full of cruelty.

Unlike other hounds this ones eyes are a clear sky blue an odd mutation gained from a long dead spell. Body black as Obsidian his two shoulder bands are hard to make out, but underneath a bright sun its apparent that the right shoulder band is large then the left. The bands end swaying in points almost touching at the back of his neck. His body is largely built for violence, thick necked his fur is slightly shaggy here and missing fur. Scars criss-cross his muzzle his lips lightly tattered he's missing teeth and several are cracked. His ears are a mess of punctures, old cuts and scars his left having lost its tip is a few inches shorter then his right. His eyes though have remained untouched though his lids and brow are just as scarred as if something tried to frantically claw them out. The rest of his body seems untouched for a hound he could've been handsome once if not for his temper and scarring.

B Sharp Not Flat Puzzle
Mind Speech: Italic #F7D358

Puzzles usually at their most tame, like to take apart things and put them back together usually resulting in leaking coffee pots or dishwashers that you can cook a pie in. Key word here is usually. Fiddle is not among the usual annoyances that a Puzzle can cause though. Oh no. Abigail, encouraged Fiddle's love of music and um...His love for taking things apart and putting them back together in new ways instead of just the standard take apart and attempt to put back together like nothing had ever happened. Seeing as how he was with Abigail awhile before being willed to Shrayla in her Will, he won't outgrow this lovely skill. At all. In fact, he is only gonna get better at it. He can make nearly anything into a musical instrument (so long as your definition of music was really really loose). And he feels the need to compose musical pieces whenever the inspiration strikes him. Even if it is at midnight or the crack of dawn. He will start on his latest instrumental invention and will sing to accompany it. Sadly though, he is tone deaf and so his singing is just a mild step up from cats yowling at each other. Hope Shrayla has some good ear plugs....Or has good aim.

His coat is a lovely beige color and his mane and tail tuft are just a hair darker. In some lights, he looks like he is just one solid mass of color, but don't be fooled. He isn't. His wings are the bright red of his rank with swirl designs in various widths and spiral intensity appearing on them. They start out black, fade out to yellow in the middle and then becoming a deep green at the end of his wing (if you travel the length from the shoulder base along the ridge to the end).

Life In Fast-Forward Blue
They say that opposites attract, and no couple proves that more than Keran and Jaheel. While Jaheel is perfectly content to play the slug, Keran couldn't sit still if his life depended on it. He's forever up and at 'em and in your face, chattering and bouncing his way through life with an enthusiasm that's simultaneously endearing and annoying. He means well, he really does, but Keran's energy tends to get in the way of actual thought. After all, why should he bother looking before he leaps? He's KERAN. He can figure out a way to survive even the worst screw-ups. He's just that cool. ...yeah, he might have a smidge bit of an ego. Thankfully his arrogance is relatively benign and easily overlooked. He's not the sort to lord over anyone, or to trash-talk others to make himself feel better. Come right to it, he doesn't really need to. He does what he does, you do what you do, and you'll both be happier for it. Just... try not to get too frustrated by Keran's terrible memory. He's forgetful even for a firelizard. Combine that with an irksome tendency to skip from steps A and B to step Q and he winds up being terribly unreliable. Worse yet, he tends to leave tasks half-finished, skittering off in an ADD rush of energy and excitement to chase whatever butterfly goes flittering past. Sometimes Jaheel can reel him in (...rarely), but the rest of the time? You're better off standing still and letting go of his proverbial kite strings. As sunny and cheerful as Keran is, he gets downright whiny when he's forced to sit down and focus on any one thing for any length of time. (...and if you've never heard a firelizard whine, your ears will never forgive you for pissing one off.)

Keran's somewhat undersized for a pureblood blue, just barely outstripping some oversized greens. He's scrawny, too, all whipcord muscle and sharp angles. His delightfully soft hide is the color of a sunny summer sky, intense blue interrupted here and there by somehow fluffy-looking patches of near-white. His eyes are just a smidge bit too large for his skull. Rather than looking protuberant, as they ought to, they manage to look somehow endearing.

Hope On Fire Male Brown Mottle Tiombeth
Bold #8b5239

Teragaia can be a harsh place, one full of pain and uncertainty and lives cut cruelly short. Tiombeth knows this intimately, but he refuses to let it harden him. Let wiser men than he grow cold and cynical beneath the crushing weight of the world. He'll be there with a smile and a kind word when all other lights go out.

It ought to come as no surprise, then, that Tiombeth is an absolute sweetheart of a dragon. He's sweet and endearing and honestly quite charming, possessed of an effortless magnetism as unstoppable as the tides. People just like him, and Tio likes them in turn. An intensely social creature, Tio has a strange habit of gravitating towards the people who most need a strong shoulder to lean on. Perhaps he's drawn in by their vulnerability, or by their need, or simply by the challenge they pose. Whatever the reasoning Tio's more than happy to curl up next to someone (...or around them) and listen just as long as they need. While he's invaluable as a crying shoulder, Tiombeth's real value comes from his uncanny knack for helping people. Go ahead, spill your woes. He'll listen to them, he'll sort through the pieces of your story, and he'll offer up a potential plan of action that might just dig you out of the hole bad luck or bad planning dumped you in. That's the outer limit of his willingness to act, though. Tio's not the type to force you into any action you don't want to take. If you improve yourself, on your own or at his suggestion, it has to be your idea. Free will matters a great deal to him, as does the idea of consent, and he's not about to violate either just to give you a swift kick in the ass.

As kind and gentle and compassionate as Tiombeth may be, he is neither a fool nor a pushover. Beneath his geniality lurks the heart of a lion and a spine of tempered steel. He's not wantonly cruel, nor is he reckless in his decisions, but he's nevertheless fully capable of committing to a plan of action and seeing it to its bitter end. His plans almost always favor the needs of the many above the needs of the few, and those few may not like just how he goes about getting things done. After all, Tio's terribly practical, and he's not above pointing out just how many people your obstinacy is going to hurt. (...which tends to end exactly as poorly as you think it does.) More alarming still, he plays the long game, quietly doing this and changing that long before either is actually needed. That's not to say he's consciously manipulative, though, or that he likes the fact he can influence people. If anything he's simply too good at seeing the consequences of actions, whether they're his own or someone else's. He's more than willing to accept criticism, to second-guess himself, to think and ponder and try to improve, but at base he remains a centered, reasonable creature blessed or cursed with an uncanny ability to help others.

Others like Shrayla, to whom he's ridiculously devoted.

Tiombeth's mindvoice is the rustle and crackle of timeworn parchment held in reverent hands. He's not loud, nor is he forceful, for force rarely accomplishes anything worthwhile. Instead his mental presence settles like dust and cobwebs over all he touches, softening the rough edges life leaves behind. For strangers his mind-touch is a hand up and a kind word offered in confidence, but for Shrayla it's the warmth of home and hearth at journey's end.

Unfortunately for Shrayla, Tiombeth won't remain a runt of a hatchling for long. Water him and he'll grow, rapidly outstripping others of his rank in terms of height and length. He'll always lag behind in weight, sometimes to the point of apparent malnourishment, but in adulthood he'll do both his rank and his parents proud. An adult Tiombeth will stretch thirty-seven feet from muzzle to tailtips, a lean and lanky creature who nevertheless possesses a strange sort of coltish grace. His colors will bloom with age as surely as his body does, brightening from dingy mud-grey to the rich golden-brown of amber held to the light. Much like that gemstone his coloration is uneven and unpredictable, wavering from near-umber to sunny gold and everywhere in between with no apparent rhyme or reason. Irregular dark patches feather over his topline, for all the world like inclusions in a chunk of gemstone. Startling striations of cloudy green limn the following edge of each wing, the only flash of "other color" on an otherwise very typically brown dragon. Tiombeth takes strongly after his Pernese ancestors in all but his breath weapon: he breathes fire without having to chew firestone.