Ixeh's Foreign Treasure

Bear You Up Even Should I Break Male Solar Athid



Name: Helosis
Mindspeech: Color #8b044b



Ixeh might find that her hands will be quite full with this Solar Athid. It's not that he's a troublemaker; certainly the thought of a Solar being such is a long stretch. Its just that he happens to have a certain propensity of his rank in spades: he will give of himself, helping Ixeh and others, until the painter finds him on the ground somewhere utterly spent and still trying to do 'just one thing more.' It isn't that he feels others are incapable of doing for themselves. It's more that he simply can't help himself. He has to do whatever he can to make their lives easier, give them that little boost to accomplishing their goals...regardless of the cost to himself. Ixeh might be wise to keep a close eye or even a leash on him as much as able.



Sometimes out is a bit amusing to think that he can move as fast as he can; his foot and a half rhino beetle body doesn't inspire much confidence in terms of swiftness. Yet he can dash here and there, lifting and carrying with the strength his insect counterpart is known for. His legs are hinged steel colored dark blue-black as are the metal plates that form his face, namesake horn and mandible system. His carapice is a fine but stiff mesh of black threads over six thin support frames, through which can be seen his ever-moving silver clockwork. On the top of his head it's a flat, sleek panel to collect the solar energy her needs when he can't get energy from being in Ixeh's company.

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The Wild Typhoon Estuary Male Zaithand


Name: Striff
Speech: Bold #00ff9d



Like the typhoon that strikes suddenly and leaves chaos and devastation in its wake, so is this Zaithand. It doesn't matter what the situation is, he's ready and raring to go, plan or no, all information gathered or no. And he's likely to charge off alone unless someone restrains him to prevent this (at times literally!). It's not that he doesn't have a lick of common sense. It's more that there's a drive in him to go, go, go why are we wasting time? Everything with him is urgent, must be done now, and trying to convince him otherwise is just yet a more waste of time. He's likely not to stick around to listen to anyone, even his Bonded, if he's convinced that there's absolutely no possible way they have a valid point, which is sadly quite often. Sometimes this works out well for him, and sometimes it gets him into more trouble than he can handle. Thankfully he's also quick enough physically to swim his way out of danger, at least long enough for others to catch up.



If his pale, creamy blue color with thin rippling bands of orange and pale yellow striping in haphazard paths along his neck, shoulders, back-fin, and back wasn't enough to make him stand out in a crowd, all one has to do is look for a flash of his tail, the top tip of which is emblazoned with an almost golden "paint-drip." His amber eyes never seem to remain still, always snapping from one thing to another to never miss a moment.





Fade and Speech codes:

The Wild Typhoon Estuary Male Zaithand



Speech: Bold #00ff9d
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Life is Pure Joy White Mottle Male, Akaronyth



Mindspeech: Italics #7ffd00



It's never a dull moment when Akaronyth is around!



In the past white dragons rarely survived hatching to breath in the fresh air of life. Granted since the first Riders came to Teragaia the smallest of the dragons have had an increase in survival but that there's usually one at every hatching – and thus the wonder of their hatching has somewhat worn off - doesn't stop him from celebrating anything and everything. To call Akaronyth a bundle of joy is an understatement: he radiates cheer from every inch of his entire being. Loving to play and make friends (and dedicatedly loyal to said friends once made, which is a relatively easy process as he's yet to meet a stranger), he'll keep those around him on the same jubilant high he's on. He's a quick little dragon, too, sometimes seeming to be here, there, and everywhere at once especially when he really gets hyper. But no matter what the level of his cheer, he's always sincere with his joy. All he wants to do is bring color to the lives of everyone around him.



Like all whites, whether they are purebloods or mottles, Akaronyth is a small dragon at around twenty feet long and a bit taller than that at the shoulder. A bony white crest rises from the middle of his forehead and sweeps back, a frill descending down to connect to his neck much like his Wild Ancestors. His build might be called 'stocky' with overall a blunter neck-to-body ratio than other ranks though this appearance belies his agility and sheer ability to move. Prominent scales trace his spine and grow lifted up almost into plates along his tail, though the rest of him is covered in snowy hide. Perhaps some of his temperament can be explained when one takes note of the pastel green sheen over his wing membranes as well as the freckle-like spots of copper and brass that dance around his eyes. There is also one more thing unique about Akaronyth that's quite impossible not to notice: he carries a mutation in the form of a thick white mane with faintly prismatic tips spilling in a plush, thick line down his neck and increasing in length when it reaches his shoulders to drape down either side. He quite thinks it's fun to watch it flutter when he breathes out his cone of frost (which as an aside he can sometimes use when the weather is just right to make it snow!).



Mutation: (hatching) White/Prismatic Mane