Post by Retsom on Jul 31, 2018 2:01:35 GMT
1. All That Ought to Have Been Said
Ðel'klin (Noble Sh'na'ka) Grathkin (The Ð in his name isn't necessary, but if you wish to use it, it is Alt-Code 0208 - Normal D is also acceptable)
Rank: ☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼
Silently, he watched. With the calm and patience of a still lake eroding at a mountain, Ðel'klin watched the mysterious stranger and all his quirks. Intrigued, when it came time for Lakada to assign companions, she knew from the beginning that the wisdom of one of her sages would be perfect for Retsom, and so the union was formed. His brown-furred body and grey-furred face are rather typical for his particular branch of the species, but his eyes are an intense green that seems to glow on a whole other spectrum. The tips of his long, straight 'whiskers' are gently greying at the tips that fades into the white near the mouth, giving even more semblance of aged wisdom. His thick, ruddy yellow tail is practically just as long as the rest of his body though not nearly as prehensile as other Grathkin tails. His wings, though... they are not like other Sh'na'ka at all, and have the same ruddy yellow coloration as his tail. While they are perfectly capable of supporting his weight, he rarely finds use for the appendages, and just keeps them draped along his back like a warm winter cloak.
All of the Sage-like Grathkin have incredibly articulate language, but choose to speak in cryptic messages practically every moment of every day, and Ðel'klin is no different. In fact, he may be a bit -more- cryptic, for everything he speaks sounds like an ancient one-lined proverb. Usually, they have relevance to the conversation, but I won't promise that is always the case. Each of the Sh'na'ka have their own reasons for the bizarre way they talk, and Ðel'klin's isn't exactly a secret. Seeking to be the master of patience - one who can eventually control time through his complete disregard for it - he chose to speak as indirectly as possible to cause sensations of great fury and irritability in those around him. As they lose their patience and threaten him, it is his ability to remain calm despite the danger that allows his contemplative lifestyle. In truth, though, he's quite happy to while away his days sitting, watching, and relaxing - awaiting that infrequent moment when someone will ask for his advice, and probably regret having done so afterward.
As a Noble Sh'na'ka, he has a pale, frosty-blue outer ring on his forehead that mixes well with the grey. They always have pale inner symbols that grow darker with age, and Ðel'klin's is a dark grey, indicating a significant age, but not quite venerable. He truthfully wears his age well and finds the entire concept of the 'old' becoming less useful... trivial. He could still be athletic... if he wanted to. He could still run, and jump, and fly, and hang upside down by his tail - he just has absolutely no reason to do these silly youthful things. While he tries desperately to remove all the 'humanity' from his speech patterns and behavior, a few of those 'youthful' emotions find themselves slipping through the cracks. He's even occasionally been known to laugh - occasionally.
If you're diligent in your attempts, one could likely find Ðel'klin sneaking off into the night and practicing his guilty pleasure. Despite his incredible devotion to meditation, concentration, and discipline - he rather enjoys a particular type of chaos - bug chasing. In the dead of night, when he believes no one is watching, that aged shell comes flying off and he'll slip into a meadow on a spring night, and chase fireflies all across the field. Occasionally using his wings for height, the sloth inherent in philosophy is cast aside, and the youth of a hundred children combined will become evident. If caught, of course, he'll deny everything in some twisted, cryptic excuse that likely won't even be understood, and thus incapable of being refuted.
2. Valasta
Stay Out of My Way Fiend
Speech Text: Italic Underline #FA58F4
Final Form: Peacock (Yes...Despite being female, the form she wants is the male version. Cause of the you know, tail feathers)
She has plans. Grand plans. Big plans and may the deties of Teragaia help you if you get in her way. She has...Ways of dealing with obstacles in her path. Many having the lovely effect of making the dead running around very happy and very...Ah, well feed. So stay out of the way if you can. Though good luck with that as she never shares her plans with anyone. Oh. She will share bits and pieces. After all, on Fiend can't do it all, no matter how much she may want too. She has to have help. But she will only give out small pieces. Little pieces. The whole picture is hers and hers alone. Go against the grain and well...Let us know how will that works out with you.
Cyncial. Cutthroat. Not afraid to get her hands dirty so to speak but at the same time, is more than willing to pass it onto a lackey. Her nails are in a lot of pies at the moment and it is hard to follow her thought process at times. No one quite knows her end game, but she sure knows it. So long as you prove useful to her, she will keep you around. Out live that usefulness and heh...Better hope you can run faster than the dead.
Retsom was chosen for his control. Or more accurately, his loss of that self control he has. The fact that he lost it without ever really losing it? That appealed to Valasta on a level that was as deep as a soul connection. So well that she made him hers. He was hers now. And surprise surprise. She was his companion too. That gave her a warm special feeling in her heart...For all of about three nanoseconds that is.
Valasta has those crimson eyes that all Fiend familiars share and they really pop out against the dark purple that is the color of her head feathers. That purple quickly fades out to a deep, royal blue about halfway down her neck. The deep, royal blue would continue until the beginning of that long train of tail feathers. The little feather that pops up on her head would also be the same blue color and be as sharp as a spike. Almost like a unicorn peacock. (Please note: If you attempt to call her that, you will regret it.) Most of her tail is a forest green color, all except the eye spots of course. Each little 'feather' split off is also a spike and when she goes to swing it, she can put quite a bit of power behind it. To the point where she can and has gotten things impaled on her tail feathers. She hates that though and you can expect to help her clean it off. No ifs and or butts about that. For the eyespots, the outer circle is a dark magenta, making it stand out against the green of the rest of the feather. The next color on the bottom part of the eye is that same green as her feathers and fades out to a deep purple at the top. The little spot that is usually bright blue on a normal peacock is the color of her eyes, a nice crimson. Finally, the last circle on the eyespot is a dark blue. In a way, it almost looks like she has a million different red eyes looking out at you when she puts up her tail...Maybe it would be best not to run into her in the dark of the night. Most of her height comes from her tail, a good three feet of it actually. So when it isn't up, she stands only about a foot tall. Of course, that is one mean, lean, I will kill you if you cross me, foot tall of bird.
Lucky you
He Who Walks Behind Scythe - Anten
There is whisper that this sharpblade is not all that he seems. Though he does like to fight and certinally hunt and kill he seems to have an 'inward eye' an insight towards others thats eerily correct most of the time. He walks in their footfalls a sing song to his hisses and snarls. He tells of whom he hunts and what they are like, he tells of how they are kind or cold, angry or sad just by walking in the shadows of their foot falls. He doesn't do this to every pair of prints he finds but merely ones that interest him, and be damned if you want to know more he'll only speak these warbled things when he himself wishes to. His moods always seem a bit bland as he himself doesn't reveal much besides that his interest lay in food, drink and hunt. He's a stickler for rules and rather polite he'll play a game or two of cards or checkers if asked but let him win! or perhaps you don't mind losing an arm?
Queen Of The Desert Sand Mistwatcher - Female
Name: Obsinith
A natural born leader, this girl always has a plan and is ready to take charge. While initially she may come off cold and demanding there is nothing more important to her than those she cares about. She would single-handedly raise an army to stop an evil force from taking over her town (for example). Although still young, she is adept at adapting to anything that life may throw at her.
This sand's mother wolf personality matches her physical appearance quite well. Resembling a she wolf, lithe, muscular and long-legged with a thick coat, this girl looks majestic and fierce. Her overcoat is thick and coarse, covering a wonderfully soft undercoat. Her topline is a dark blood red, that gradiates slowly into a royal purple as it gets to her underside and the tops of her legs. Her muzzle, ear tips and lower legs are blue black. Her entire coat, regardless of colour, is flecked all over with white. Her eyes and forehead gem, like others of her rank are a brilliant bright turquoise.
The white, red and purple flecks in her almost entirely black sand stand out like glitter as she whisks herself around or is buffeted by the wind.
Big Heart in a Small Package White Mottle Male, Tanzanth
Speech: Background #af90c9, Color #ffffff
Background #af90c9, Color #ffffff
Bigger isnt always better. There are distinct advantages to being small, and this pureblood white is certainly aware of them. Sympathetic and steady, Tanzanth is the sort of dragon who is rather glad that he isnt as large as some of his clutchmates. It makes him more approachable to those in need of a listening ear and a shoulder thats plenty large enough to cry on, and his warm demeanor often gains him the trust of others quickly. Even if his body isnt that large, his heart certainly makes up for it. He has an amazing skill for truly understanding the views of others, even when seeing things as they would goes against his otherwise amenable nature. He barely has a combative bone in his body, as a result of this empathetic demeanor. Some might even call him a dragon-marshmallow, and not be too far off point. Overall this makes him not only good for moral support, but also to be a steadying force when Retsom needs it most as he struggles for control.
Perhaps it should not come as a surprise that many times the young and small of many different species tend to gravitate to the white dragon, drawn by his soft aura and gentle eyes. Is isnt uncommon for Retsom to find his dragon, previously relaxing in the sun, to have astrum kittens on his spread wings or a firelizard on his head, and very pleased with the fact. Small things fascinate him, both for their sheer fortitude in surviving in a world where the large tend to dominate - and by comparison to himself they are tiny indeed! - and an almost nurturing drive to watch over them and when able shelter them. They are intriguing, dear little things, and he will not abide their coming to harm.
While Tanzanth is a white mottle, he carries a very faint purple hue to his overall coloration, almost platinum in hue rather than snow. His scales mimic that of his egg, more equal-sized and round, rather than varying and square or diamond-shaped, and cover his entire upper half. The hide on his underside is much closer to pure white and softer, a perfect place to curl up against and take a nap. He has no horns, though the lower half of his tail sports two lines of frills running down each side, the membranes of which are a slightly darker lavender hue and often reflect rainbows in their depths with a hint of sparkle. Though he rarely uses it, when his breath weapon is unleashed its a cone of winter ice.
What's That? And That? And That Over There? Ethereal Arcane Athid, Larynz
Speech: Bold Italics #057dfc
CODE: SELECT ALL
Type Here[/i]
Oh, this athid might be a bit of a handful for Retsom! Larynz takes the curious, knowledge-starved tendencies of his rank almost to ridiculous extremes with an endless stream of question about simply everything. What are stars and why do they twinkle, how do birds fly, and why do insects fly but not with feathered wings (ignore the Familiar over there who looks like a dragonfly with plumes, please), and more will fast become rote for their interactions. But in truth he cant be fully blamed for his behavior. He is a very young athid, you see, barely three months old, and Retsom is the first person hes really been around. Thus, by comparison, Retsom is a wellspring of lore and on many occasions viewed as the wisest being on the planet by his little insectoid bonded. Let this athid find out that Retsom doesnt know something, however, and Larynz will become positively obsessed with finding out the answer as expeditiously as possible, for not only his private purposes but also because he will not suffer Retsoms understanding to ever be called into question. Yes, his bonded is the wisest of all, and must remain that way! (and good luck trying to convince Larynz otherwise!)
While at first some might think Larynzs form rather unusual for his rank, in that they typically take rather obscure forms. But thats because to really appreciate him, you must see him up-close. Larynz takes the shape of a Praying Mantis, but not just any praying mantis. His body is a fine silver in construction, with the lodestone that provides his power settled in his abdomen making a nice contrast by its cobalt blue shade. His eyes light jade, and from his back rise four delicate wings of filigree and wire. The membrane of these wings are where his ethereal mutation comes in the strongest, as they are seemingly created of pure light and whirl in all shades of the rainbow, making different patterns at different times. Sometimes the colors and shades might be a cue to the athids present mood, but likely only Retsom will never be able to decode them all.
When the Sun is Masked, the Unseen are Seen Male Solar Eclipse Moonstone Fox Sumine
Name: HeneDiell
When there is an Eclipse, the moon overlaps the sun and for that briefest of times there is darkness in daylight, and the sun's normally concealed corona emerges into full glory. What was normally unseen becomes seen, and thus also came this Sumine. Events have been recorded before where 'ordinary' animals have seemed to tap into some preternatural awareness and by it perform amazing feats of precognition. They warn their owners of disasters, sense disease before doctors and their instruments can, and have even been known to foretell death. This Sumine is all these tales in a nutshell. Day or night as long as he's Active, when Something of Importance is about to happen this fox will know it practically before anyone else and will warn Retsom by whatever means necessary, be that with a quick series of barks, chattering at him, biting at him, or if the situation is dire enough utilizing a horrible screaming howl that foxes are known to sometimes make (after hearing it once, it's certain that Retsom won't ignore that particular warning ever!). Thankfully, when things are calm he's a much more settled creature. One could even call him mischievous, poking his nose curiously into anything and everything and coaxing treats out of any whom might be willing to give them or perching on Retsom somewhere to get a better view on the world at large.
Appearing much as a red fox, this Sumine stands around fifteen inches high at the shoulder and twenty inches long, with his tail adding another foot easy to his overall length. Few would take him to be anything other than a mundane fox save for two things. The first are that his chin, throat, belly, and the tip of his tail are not white, but shimmering gray moonstone, the mark of his Sumine nature. But even over that is his Eclipse mutation which masks everything in an overlay of bright light shining a mingled blue-white-yellow that obscures much of his features and coloration and dims down to a soft corona for an hour every six to twelve hours, showing his slightly dark-tinged rust-red fur and ebony black paws, with a single bright spot glowing eternal from his forehead like a star.
Gemstone Information: Gray moonstone is a stone of perceiving beyond the veil - useful to the clairvoyant and shaman, and in moving one into unseen realms. It is called the "New Moon Stone" and carries the mysteries and powers of the new moon, where all things exist as potential.
Ðel'klin (Noble Sh'na'ka) Grathkin (The Ð in his name isn't necessary, but if you wish to use it, it is Alt-Code 0208 - Normal D is also acceptable)
Rank: ☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼
Silently, he watched. With the calm and patience of a still lake eroding at a mountain, Ðel'klin watched the mysterious stranger and all his quirks. Intrigued, when it came time for Lakada to assign companions, she knew from the beginning that the wisdom of one of her sages would be perfect for Retsom, and so the union was formed. His brown-furred body and grey-furred face are rather typical for his particular branch of the species, but his eyes are an intense green that seems to glow on a whole other spectrum. The tips of his long, straight 'whiskers' are gently greying at the tips that fades into the white near the mouth, giving even more semblance of aged wisdom. His thick, ruddy yellow tail is practically just as long as the rest of his body though not nearly as prehensile as other Grathkin tails. His wings, though... they are not like other Sh'na'ka at all, and have the same ruddy yellow coloration as his tail. While they are perfectly capable of supporting his weight, he rarely finds use for the appendages, and just keeps them draped along his back like a warm winter cloak.
All of the Sage-like Grathkin have incredibly articulate language, but choose to speak in cryptic messages practically every moment of every day, and Ðel'klin is no different. In fact, he may be a bit -more- cryptic, for everything he speaks sounds like an ancient one-lined proverb. Usually, they have relevance to the conversation, but I won't promise that is always the case. Each of the Sh'na'ka have their own reasons for the bizarre way they talk, and Ðel'klin's isn't exactly a secret. Seeking to be the master of patience - one who can eventually control time through his complete disregard for it - he chose to speak as indirectly as possible to cause sensations of great fury and irritability in those around him. As they lose their patience and threaten him, it is his ability to remain calm despite the danger that allows his contemplative lifestyle. In truth, though, he's quite happy to while away his days sitting, watching, and relaxing - awaiting that infrequent moment when someone will ask for his advice, and probably regret having done so afterward.
As a Noble Sh'na'ka, he has a pale, frosty-blue outer ring on his forehead that mixes well with the grey. They always have pale inner symbols that grow darker with age, and Ðel'klin's is a dark grey, indicating a significant age, but not quite venerable. He truthfully wears his age well and finds the entire concept of the 'old' becoming less useful... trivial. He could still be athletic... if he wanted to. He could still run, and jump, and fly, and hang upside down by his tail - he just has absolutely no reason to do these silly youthful things. While he tries desperately to remove all the 'humanity' from his speech patterns and behavior, a few of those 'youthful' emotions find themselves slipping through the cracks. He's even occasionally been known to laugh - occasionally.
If you're diligent in your attempts, one could likely find Ðel'klin sneaking off into the night and practicing his guilty pleasure. Despite his incredible devotion to meditation, concentration, and discipline - he rather enjoys a particular type of chaos - bug chasing. In the dead of night, when he believes no one is watching, that aged shell comes flying off and he'll slip into a meadow on a spring night, and chase fireflies all across the field. Occasionally using his wings for height, the sloth inherent in philosophy is cast aside, and the youth of a hundred children combined will become evident. If caught, of course, he'll deny everything in some twisted, cryptic excuse that likely won't even be understood, and thus incapable of being refuted.
2. Valasta
Stay Out of My Way Fiend
Speech Text: Italic Underline #FA58F4
Final Form: Peacock (Yes...Despite being female, the form she wants is the male version. Cause of the you know, tail feathers)
She has plans. Grand plans. Big plans and may the deties of Teragaia help you if you get in her way. She has...Ways of dealing with obstacles in her path. Many having the lovely effect of making the dead running around very happy and very...Ah, well feed. So stay out of the way if you can. Though good luck with that as she never shares her plans with anyone. Oh. She will share bits and pieces. After all, on Fiend can't do it all, no matter how much she may want too. She has to have help. But she will only give out small pieces. Little pieces. The whole picture is hers and hers alone. Go against the grain and well...Let us know how will that works out with you.
Cyncial. Cutthroat. Not afraid to get her hands dirty so to speak but at the same time, is more than willing to pass it onto a lackey. Her nails are in a lot of pies at the moment and it is hard to follow her thought process at times. No one quite knows her end game, but she sure knows it. So long as you prove useful to her, she will keep you around. Out live that usefulness and heh...Better hope you can run faster than the dead.
Retsom was chosen for his control. Or more accurately, his loss of that self control he has. The fact that he lost it without ever really losing it? That appealed to Valasta on a level that was as deep as a soul connection. So well that she made him hers. He was hers now. And surprise surprise. She was his companion too. That gave her a warm special feeling in her heart...For all of about three nanoseconds that is.
Valasta has those crimson eyes that all Fiend familiars share and they really pop out against the dark purple that is the color of her head feathers. That purple quickly fades out to a deep, royal blue about halfway down her neck. The deep, royal blue would continue until the beginning of that long train of tail feathers. The little feather that pops up on her head would also be the same blue color and be as sharp as a spike. Almost like a unicorn peacock. (Please note: If you attempt to call her that, you will regret it.) Most of her tail is a forest green color, all except the eye spots of course. Each little 'feather' split off is also a spike and when she goes to swing it, she can put quite a bit of power behind it. To the point where she can and has gotten things impaled on her tail feathers. She hates that though and you can expect to help her clean it off. No ifs and or butts about that. For the eyespots, the outer circle is a dark magenta, making it stand out against the green of the rest of the feather. The next color on the bottom part of the eye is that same green as her feathers and fades out to a deep purple at the top. The little spot that is usually bright blue on a normal peacock is the color of her eyes, a nice crimson. Finally, the last circle on the eyespot is a dark blue. In a way, it almost looks like she has a million different red eyes looking out at you when she puts up her tail...Maybe it would be best not to run into her in the dark of the night. Most of her height comes from her tail, a good three feet of it actually. So when it isn't up, she stands only about a foot tall. Of course, that is one mean, lean, I will kill you if you cross me, foot tall of bird.
Lucky you
He Who Walks Behind Scythe - Anten
There is whisper that this sharpblade is not all that he seems. Though he does like to fight and certinally hunt and kill he seems to have an 'inward eye' an insight towards others thats eerily correct most of the time. He walks in their footfalls a sing song to his hisses and snarls. He tells of whom he hunts and what they are like, he tells of how they are kind or cold, angry or sad just by walking in the shadows of their foot falls. He doesn't do this to every pair of prints he finds but merely ones that interest him, and be damned if you want to know more he'll only speak these warbled things when he himself wishes to. His moods always seem a bit bland as he himself doesn't reveal much besides that his interest lay in food, drink and hunt. He's a stickler for rules and rather polite he'll play a game or two of cards or checkers if asked but let him win! or perhaps you don't mind losing an arm?
Queen Of The Desert Sand Mistwatcher - Female
Name: Obsinith
A natural born leader, this girl always has a plan and is ready to take charge. While initially she may come off cold and demanding there is nothing more important to her than those she cares about. She would single-handedly raise an army to stop an evil force from taking over her town (for example). Although still young, she is adept at adapting to anything that life may throw at her.
This sand's mother wolf personality matches her physical appearance quite well. Resembling a she wolf, lithe, muscular and long-legged with a thick coat, this girl looks majestic and fierce. Her overcoat is thick and coarse, covering a wonderfully soft undercoat. Her topline is a dark blood red, that gradiates slowly into a royal purple as it gets to her underside and the tops of her legs. Her muzzle, ear tips and lower legs are blue black. Her entire coat, regardless of colour, is flecked all over with white. Her eyes and forehead gem, like others of her rank are a brilliant bright turquoise.
The white, red and purple flecks in her almost entirely black sand stand out like glitter as she whisks herself around or is buffeted by the wind.
Big Heart in a Small Package White Mottle Male, Tanzanth
Speech: Background #af90c9, Color #ffffff
Background #af90c9, Color #ffffff
Bigger isnt always better. There are distinct advantages to being small, and this pureblood white is certainly aware of them. Sympathetic and steady, Tanzanth is the sort of dragon who is rather glad that he isnt as large as some of his clutchmates. It makes him more approachable to those in need of a listening ear and a shoulder thats plenty large enough to cry on, and his warm demeanor often gains him the trust of others quickly. Even if his body isnt that large, his heart certainly makes up for it. He has an amazing skill for truly understanding the views of others, even when seeing things as they would goes against his otherwise amenable nature. He barely has a combative bone in his body, as a result of this empathetic demeanor. Some might even call him a dragon-marshmallow, and not be too far off point. Overall this makes him not only good for moral support, but also to be a steadying force when Retsom needs it most as he struggles for control.
Perhaps it should not come as a surprise that many times the young and small of many different species tend to gravitate to the white dragon, drawn by his soft aura and gentle eyes. Is isnt uncommon for Retsom to find his dragon, previously relaxing in the sun, to have astrum kittens on his spread wings or a firelizard on his head, and very pleased with the fact. Small things fascinate him, both for their sheer fortitude in surviving in a world where the large tend to dominate - and by comparison to himself they are tiny indeed! - and an almost nurturing drive to watch over them and when able shelter them. They are intriguing, dear little things, and he will not abide their coming to harm.
While Tanzanth is a white mottle, he carries a very faint purple hue to his overall coloration, almost platinum in hue rather than snow. His scales mimic that of his egg, more equal-sized and round, rather than varying and square or diamond-shaped, and cover his entire upper half. The hide on his underside is much closer to pure white and softer, a perfect place to curl up against and take a nap. He has no horns, though the lower half of his tail sports two lines of frills running down each side, the membranes of which are a slightly darker lavender hue and often reflect rainbows in their depths with a hint of sparkle. Though he rarely uses it, when his breath weapon is unleashed its a cone of winter ice.
What's That? And That? And That Over There? Ethereal Arcane Athid, Larynz
Speech: Bold Italics #057dfc
CODE: SELECT ALL
Type Here[/i]
Oh, this athid might be a bit of a handful for Retsom! Larynz takes the curious, knowledge-starved tendencies of his rank almost to ridiculous extremes with an endless stream of question about simply everything. What are stars and why do they twinkle, how do birds fly, and why do insects fly but not with feathered wings (ignore the Familiar over there who looks like a dragonfly with plumes, please), and more will fast become rote for their interactions. But in truth he cant be fully blamed for his behavior. He is a very young athid, you see, barely three months old, and Retsom is the first person hes really been around. Thus, by comparison, Retsom is a wellspring of lore and on many occasions viewed as the wisest being on the planet by his little insectoid bonded. Let this athid find out that Retsom doesnt know something, however, and Larynz will become positively obsessed with finding out the answer as expeditiously as possible, for not only his private purposes but also because he will not suffer Retsoms understanding to ever be called into question. Yes, his bonded is the wisest of all, and must remain that way! (and good luck trying to convince Larynz otherwise!)
While at first some might think Larynzs form rather unusual for his rank, in that they typically take rather obscure forms. But thats because to really appreciate him, you must see him up-close. Larynz takes the shape of a Praying Mantis, but not just any praying mantis. His body is a fine silver in construction, with the lodestone that provides his power settled in his abdomen making a nice contrast by its cobalt blue shade. His eyes light jade, and from his back rise four delicate wings of filigree and wire. The membrane of these wings are where his ethereal mutation comes in the strongest, as they are seemingly created of pure light and whirl in all shades of the rainbow, making different patterns at different times. Sometimes the colors and shades might be a cue to the athids present mood, but likely only Retsom will never be able to decode them all.
When the Sun is Masked, the Unseen are Seen Male Solar Eclipse Moonstone Fox Sumine
Name: HeneDiell
When there is an Eclipse, the moon overlaps the sun and for that briefest of times there is darkness in daylight, and the sun's normally concealed corona emerges into full glory. What was normally unseen becomes seen, and thus also came this Sumine. Events have been recorded before where 'ordinary' animals have seemed to tap into some preternatural awareness and by it perform amazing feats of precognition. They warn their owners of disasters, sense disease before doctors and their instruments can, and have even been known to foretell death. This Sumine is all these tales in a nutshell. Day or night as long as he's Active, when Something of Importance is about to happen this fox will know it practically before anyone else and will warn Retsom by whatever means necessary, be that with a quick series of barks, chattering at him, biting at him, or if the situation is dire enough utilizing a horrible screaming howl that foxes are known to sometimes make (after hearing it once, it's certain that Retsom won't ignore that particular warning ever!). Thankfully, when things are calm he's a much more settled creature. One could even call him mischievous, poking his nose curiously into anything and everything and coaxing treats out of any whom might be willing to give them or perching on Retsom somewhere to get a better view on the world at large.
Appearing much as a red fox, this Sumine stands around fifteen inches high at the shoulder and twenty inches long, with his tail adding another foot easy to his overall length. Few would take him to be anything other than a mundane fox save for two things. The first are that his chin, throat, belly, and the tip of his tail are not white, but shimmering gray moonstone, the mark of his Sumine nature. But even over that is his Eclipse mutation which masks everything in an overlay of bright light shining a mingled blue-white-yellow that obscures much of his features and coloration and dims down to a soft corona for an hour every six to twelve hours, showing his slightly dark-tinged rust-red fur and ebony black paws, with a single bright spot glowing eternal from his forehead like a star.
Gemstone Information: Gray moonstone is a stone of perceiving beyond the veil - useful to the clairvoyant and shaman, and in moving one into unseen realms. It is called the "New Moon Stone" and carries the mysteries and powers of the new moon, where all things exist as potential.