Melonwei's Menagerie

Bending the River 'Round the Mountains Green, Tualarth
Runic Gizzard Stone: Sleep Gas Tualarth consumes firestone and breathes sleep gas instead of flames as per the item in Kalatis' Rare Relics

Greens are usually passionate creatures, and Tualarth is possibly no exception except that she is.  Her rider runs hot, acting and reacting in every situation, but Tualarth for her part is more content to observe.  In a more intellectual creature she might reflect Melonwei's scientific curiosity, indeed, Tualarth is endlessly curious and wants to know everything, but the hard truth is she's a Pernese green with all entailed limitations.  She's no scientist.  More an eternal child, always ready to explore and learn...and forget, and learn again.

Tualarth is an astoundingly sweet-natured creature when one considers she's an extension of Melonwei's soul.  At first the compassionate, child-like, passive dragon seems an utter mismatch to the vibrant, active, often violent Veiled Sister to whom she Impressed, but Tualarth does not represent the Melonwei-that-was.  Melonwei-that-was was a very different creature from Melonwei-that-is, although Melonwei-that-is does not regret her past self -- she must merely change and adapt with circumstance.  So too must a river bend when a mountain is placed in its path, and in this instance we might call the mountain Tualarth.  Or possibly Haven Weyr.  Tualarth tempers Melonwei, brings out what empathy and compassion such as exists inside of her, and Melonwei adapts to being a citizen rather than a villain.

A perfect, dainty creature, Tualarth reaches 19m nose to tail tips, just a smidge small for her rank.  She has a particularly elegant wingspread, speaking well of her mother Yuleth.  Tualarth is a lovely forest green, with a dripping of emerald down her back and along her neck.

Tualarth's mind-touch is the embrace of an old friend, the discovery of something long-lost and now returned.  For Melonwei this mind-touch is an upwelling of unconditional love.

Hunter and Provider Male Hunter Hellhound  

Speech: Italics #03420a

Melonwei is a woman of dual personalities ever since her departure from the Withered Mask. She is both powerful and ruthless, but at the same time vulnerable and fragile. She is in transition between what she was, and who she will become.  

Also is this particular Hellhound of dual emotions, though for him it is not transition – it is strength!  

He is one of the rare Hellhounds that advanced up the ladder of their kind, being born an Omega and both through battle and deed ascended to become a Hunter. And here he has found his place, and his purpose.  

As the rank states, he is first and foremost a hunter. Set on a trail and there are very few things he cannot track down. When he starts his pursuit with his prey in his sight, he will never fail to run it to ground. He never forgets a scent he is asked to follow, and nothing - not rivers, nor mountains, nor a fortress walls - will get between him and his prey. He is serious and determined, rarely showing a sense of humor or participating in celebrations except as an observer. His mind seems utterly enthralled in the hunt. He is powerful, strong and agile, fierce and proud.

But then the coin flips, and his duality comes to light. He is a startlingly generous creature, especially for a Hellhound. If his Bonded asks him to hunt he will stalk only the best for her. When he makes his kill he will not withhold a single morsel for himself, delivering the whole to Melonwei no matter his own hunger. He will find herbs for her healing and return with more than she needed. If she is helping those in need, he will supply a bounty to fill their bellies. He will push himself to exhaustion to ensure others have enough, and Melonwei most of all.  

He is Hunter, he is Provider.  

Standing at three feet tall at the shoulder he had charcoal-colored fur that lies smooth to his body, giving him a streamline appearance and accentuating his powerful muscles when he moves. As it is with his fellow Hunters each paw is crimson red to match the band across his startling ice blue eyes.

Battlefields and Nursery Rhymes Bulwark, Manaran
Speech: Bold#d85565

Tazael the cuddly

Pannar the hardworking

Melonsk the prolific