Fair Winds and Good Company -- Khareesh's Shinies

I'm Your Lucky Charm South
Mind Speech: Bold Turquoise (40E0D0)

Luck is a construct. Something that many people believe in, rather good or bad. It is the universe's way of say congratulations or testing your limits. It is the universe's way of saying you are an idiot or helping you out when times are tough. Many people have many different ways of enticing good luck and warding off bad luck. From not walking under ladders, to kissing dice, to avoiding black cats, to having sevens posted everywhere. Theses are just a few of the things that people do and only the more common ones. Some could have a lucky pair of socks. Or a necklace. Or a ritual. Usually something.

Not this girl! Oh no. She doesn't need charms or spells or rituals to be lucky or even unlucky. She just naturally is. Though if it is just based on some inborn skill or illogical field involvement remains to be seen. All that is known is that this South brings her own luck with her. Things just seem to turn out the way she wants them too or the way her bonded wants them too when she is around. Or sometimes it even goes the opposite way. It is all tied into her mood it seems. Like just being happy is enough to make the universe give her what she wants or being sad or angry is enough to make the universe back away and let nature takes it own course, whatever that course maybe (which is when the bad luck tends to pop up). This is as close as she ever gets to controlling it though. Which might be a good thing as otherwise those that speak ill of Khareesh may find that their milk is always sour no matter when they brought it or they always whack themselves going through doorways...Somehow.

Like all Souths, this girl resembles flames. Her feathers along her neck are an alternating pattern of red and yellow while her main coat is that of a bright orange with small yellow freckles across her hindquarters. Her tail tuft is also a pale yellow color, like the hottest part of a flame just before it turns blue. Her eyes are that lovely blue green you get when you burn copper and she has two streaks, one yellow and one red, running just under both her eyes. All and in all, a very striking picture. Then again, what hippogryph isn't?

Il'lakathe, description pending.

It's Simply Just Fun Riddle Sphinx

Let's put it simply, lives not fun unless you're having fun. And that's what this sphinx is about. Fun! Even if it's at your expense. Like most of it's kind, it finds joy in spinning riddles, but this one tends to have a punch line to them, and by punch, I mean one to your gut. Though never in poor taste or just to be rude. He's just trying to amuse himself and those around him. Besides, if it's someone that can't take a joke. Then they probably shouldn't be friend's to begin with. Though this one tends to differ in terms that it is actually more or less straight forward with he's musings. What's the fun if no one gets's it? That doesn't stop him from (kinda) caring for his bonded. Hey, you gotta take care of your audience. Besides, He does care for his bonded. Despite the constant annoyance he might provide. He's just trying to get a laugh.

This guy's not too different from any other riddle. He got beautiful blue wings with black streaks. He's tawny hide differ at the feet with some darker brown socks. Around his mane, he wears some jewelry, mostly necklaces and things of the such. Though not as many as some might. All in all, a fine specimen!

Always Through Rose-Tinted Glasses Fiend Male, Keophi

Speech: Italics #fb6e6e

Even honest men lie.  Most often, they lie to themselves, and this, Khareesh, is your greatest sin.  Oh so rarely selfish and so rarely cruel, but so incapable of accepting hard truths, persisting instead in looking through saccharine lenses of spun sugar and rainbows.  You, Khareesh, have the singular ability to spin gold from straw in the recesses of your subconscious.  You did, after all, spin the fantasy of a happy childhood from incessant abuse and almost daily reminders from your mother that she should have had an abortion because she regretted birthing you.

The world cannot be an ugly place if we keep our eyes closed and blinded to its faults and stains.  If we will away the negativity with positive thinking, nothing hurts.  It's an illusion, of course, but it's tempting, isn't it?  So soft against the mind, so comforting, this idea that everything is okay and always has been, that horrors have never happened, that people have always been kind.

You aren't a liar, Khareesh, but you've never been good with the truth either.  You can't make yourself believe in the inherent cruelty of existence or the shadows of mortal hearts, too strongly do you cling to the idea that everyone is fundamentally good.  You lack the willpower to break free from the sweet allure of your illusions, and in this you have met your match.

Keophi is the shimmering pink haze over your memories, Khareesh.  He is the soft, soothing voice of compassion and false-reason in your ear telling you that everything is fine when a more astute observer would see that it clearly is not fine at all.  He is the quietude in your mind that assures you that your childhood was a happy and fulfilled one, despite the shattered look in your sister's eyes when she reminds you of how much childhood tortured you both.  Keophi is you, Khareesh, the parts of you least flattering, perhaps, but you all the same.

He takes the form of a cuckoo, and perhaps the form of a bird that lies about its identity from the time it is an egg is appropriate for a thing that dims memory and suffuses what should be pain with a distant sense of cloudy well-being.  As a cuckoo, his feathers are mostly a dark red, though they're tufted at the tips in shades of purple.  Each feather bristles with tiny black thorns the length of the shaft, and Keophi's talons are somewhat terrifying.

Keophi is mated to Lharsizi.

Your New Best Friend Ever Don't Mind the Confetti Female Copper Mottle Firelizard


Khareesh will quickly discover that being around this mottled female means he'll likely find it hard to do anything but smile, and laughter will come easier. That's because everywhere she goes she projects an empathic bubble of merriment, giggling in delight at everything and anything and seeing opportunities for play and fun wherever she goes. Much in line with others of her rank, she enjoys playing light-hearted tricks and pranks on anyone who looks like they need a smile, from buckets of confetti spilling down from doorways to finding a bunch of balloons crowded into their bedroom so thickly no one can even get in. Yes, sometimes her pranks do get a bit out of hand (honestly, the whipped cream assault started out as a good idea!) but she always means well, and takes each and every deserved chastisement to heart. But to her, it just means that the next time, she'll learn from her mistakes and her trick won't go wrong this time! You'll see, and you'll laugh! Because that's all she wants, and nothing makes her eyes whirl faster in delighted hues than her bondmate's laugh.


She is a sweet little armful of flit, just a bit shorter, nose to tail, than Khareesh's forearm (and as often as she plasters herself there for an affectionate cuddle, he ought to know!). Her wings are that of a proper firelizard rather than her dragon ancestor, though she has their head horns, as well as a line of scales down the back of her neck almost like a kind of barding. The color of a brand-new penny all over, she seems to gleam and shine in the sunlight quite merrily, not a speck of another shade to her.

Erush, description pending.