Roc Flame Male -- Vos (Italics #c50404) Hybrid Canine Male -- Munchy (Bold Italic#745e48) Familiar Meridian Male -- Zaziel (Italics #5e5953) Hellhound Hunter Male -- Acheron (Italics #486b3d) Dragon Gold -- Mialuth (Bold #cbad17) Firelizard Green Mottle Male -- Lethe Firelizard Blue Mottle Male -- Invictus Firelizard Blue -- Drachma Familiar Spirit Male -- Vilas (Underline Italic #a100ff) Hellhound Beta Male -- Haidoneus (Italic #14052f) Hippogryph Night Male -- Methos (Italic #2a3c25) Hippogryph West Male -- Aeolus (Underline #455ebf) Athid Solar Cuddlebug -- Tessa (Italic #9d45bf) Illaro Illythiir Male -- Caspian (Underline Italics #7a1212) Gargoyle Aegis -- Kerberos (Bold #561023) Gargoyle Protector -- Zareh (#105628) Firelizard Solar Eclipse Gold Mottle Male -- Fotios Pegasus Goat Chinook Male -- Jojo Athid Steam Cuddlebug -- Richie (pending) Gryphon Order of the Blade Male -- Paras (pending) Zaithand Delta -- Elena (pending) Mimic Decorative Box -- Narcissus (pending) Dream Cloud Creature -- Scorch the Living Toaster
Canis Canem Edit Njaa Based on Brutus Fisi, Njaa in particular, are not innately complex animals, but for a beast of base instinct and wild inclinations he has a remarkable grasp of clan hierarchy and social behaviors. He's got a knack for being well-tolerated amongst Fisi, a good friend and relatively dignified clan mate who just happens to be incredibly self-serving. He does what it takes to get him ahead, able to go from relaxed and content to utterly vicious at the flip of a hand. He'll always be quick to undermine others who cheat and lie (thus furthering his position in the good graces of high ranks). Because he serves only himself, it's not surprising that his favored prey is (and perhaps the reason he's so good at judging character) other Fisi. One less mouth for the clan to feed. Being a Njaa he would be too weak to outright destroy a better-fed rank, but backs are better for stabbing than faces, anyway.
Small in weight but tall in stature, this formidable Njaa looks lanky and is malnourished, but that's what makes him all the more dangerous. He's got big paws, an underbite, and speed on his side. It's no surprise that a Fisi like him is colored in mud, so even when a lucky bond does wash off his camouflage, it's still there. His wrists and scraggly mane are the darkest brown, while the neutral tint of dirty river water seeps across his coat, spots sparser than river rocks. A middling color drips over his shoulders and about a quarter of the way down his hind legs, while unattractive, uneven old bone stripes hold his trademark sagging stomach.
Munchy is not what he was. The days of being a long-limbed, double-jointed hyena-thing are long gone, and after so many years trapped in a crystal around Linah's neck he finally has a body to call his own and a rank no Mistwatcher has ever been accorded in the past: Ash. The blend of Hellhound and wolfhound almost has a hyena's humpback, but not quite, what used to be brown is now a black cherry, the spots and stripes now an ashen grit comparable to soot and smoke. He is still no attractive beast, but he has finally obtained the novelty of being unique among his kind.
Given his new status as unique, his penchant for betrayal and manipulation now extends to his bondmate, Linah. She is a leader he can both cozy up to and stab in the back, and his loyalty lies with wherever suits his convenience at the present.
On the bright side, he's gotten significantly easier to feed.
Ancient Spirit in a Young Body Gold Dragon, Mialuth
Speech code: Bold #cbad17
There are some people who are known as old souls. Linah could be called one of these, though for various reasons. Perhaps that is something that Mialuth sensed from even within the shell, and responded to. You see, even though she is still quite young she herself is something of an old soul. Serene and tranquil far beyond her years, having a sense of responsibility that most dragons dont acquire until well past half-grown, she will provide a balancing factor to the Immortals life. When Linah wants to bolt out of a bad situation, leaving any companions behind to unwittingly cover her escape, Mialuth will with her honorable nature remind her that she should not. The golds courage will both bolster and temper her Riders occasional recklessness, yet still have enough wit to keep up with the woman and think on her wings, getting them out of some situations that otherwise would be the end of them both. Yes, quite likely they will make a fine pair other than the times when Mialuth makes Linah take credit for her deeds, whether for good or for ill. Then the Immortal may severely regret letting that Bluerider and his dragon drag her to the hatching sands
As a pureblood, Mialuth is a smooth pristine gold from the brighter end of the spectrum for her rank. Eventually she will stretch a wondrous forty-five feet from nose to tail, give or take an inch, without any horns or frills to mar her streamlined silhouette. Her build is graceful and slender as befitting a female dragon, at times making her seem far more delicate than she actually is (and anyone who challenges her rightful authority as a queen or threatens Linah will find out just how mistaken they can be!). Her mindvoice is steady and serene, somewhat like the wind rustling through the leaves or a stream flowing over stone, calming and ancient and eternal.
Appearance: Slightly more rounded in his physical stature than your average firelizard, this Green Mottle is a little reminiscent of a roosting sparrow when hes not flying. A rather large sparrow, that is. His main body is a deep, dark brown, his wings only slightly lighter. But he did not escape the green hues of his rank, a hunter green swirling in choppy bursts over his wings and back. He would be downright dark from his slightly blunted nose to the end of his winding tail if it werent for the smattering of tick-marks in bright lime green that starts in his face and cloaks down his back before sweeping up into his wings as well.
Personality: Even before he hatched, this little guy was troubled by the idea of endings. The final end and all the endings from the beginning to the final resting place. Dont ask him how he knows so much about endings. Maybe it was the fact that he almost didnt get a beginning, or maybe its just an innate thing in his soul. Hes an old soul, but one without experience. Experience will help him grow and make him a more certain point of wisdom, but for now he likes to dwell on it.
A bit of a philosopher, he is at least a hopeful one, believing that in order to overcome hardship, one must know who one is. Not knowing that means trouble, because what else is there to hold onto? An empty heart is a useless vessel. Unfortunately, he is not so sure who he is. So caught up in the finality of things, he tends to over think and thus leaves himself muddled. He has an easier time evaluating others than he does himself, which makes him a good judge of character but at times a hypocrite.
Aloof and flighty, he often takes off for days at a time. He sticks around only when something holds his interest, and often simply observes situations, on the look out for trouble. Not that hes seeking to fix that trouble; rather he intends to learn from it.
Law, order, justice, honor- those ideas are brutally hard to live by, but somehow this Blue Mottle manages to do it. He comports himself like a knight of old, all strict codes of honor and shows of force. Aggression is in his nature, and he knows it. That why hes got that code, and why he keeps himself on such a short leash. He cant afford to let himself slip, not when it means others might get hurt. Hes meant to be a peacekeeper, you see, someone others rely on, and what kind of guardian would he be if he gave in to his baser instincts? Instead he throws himself into the day-to-day minutiae of life, leading from the front as only a leader born can. While not a terribly sympathetic creature, or one prone to flights of fancy, hes the best kind of friend to have in a pinch. His loyalty and above-board honesty will serve you well no matter how ugly things get. Just dont expect him to solve problems for you. He isnt brilliant the way his White Mottle sister is, nor does he have the social skill of their Green Mottle clutchmate. Instead hes a craftsman and an explorer, at his happiest when hes able to get out-of-doors and get some dirt on his talons. Expect him to get into plenty of scrapes, and expect him to win most of them. Honorable as he may be, hes still a brutal fighter, and ferociously possessive of the things he considers his.
Tall, trim and slabbed with well-honed muscle, hed look like a lord if his colors didnt give him away. Alas, as metallic as he is, hes still most certainly done out in shades of greys and blues. Slate-greys dominate his hide, near-black around his fierce, angular head before paling to granite across his shoulders. Pale speckles infiltrate around his hips, finally taking over towards the tip of his surprisingly whippy tale. His otherwise-dark wings are liberally slashed with stark whites. They compliment the white marks framing his eyes perfectly.
Look What I Just Found Blue Pureblood Male Firelizard
A little treasure hunter, thats what he is! Nothing delights this pureblood than finding the unfound, and promptly bringing it back home for Linah to see. And what counts as treasure to him isnt always gold or silver either. The real treasure in his eyes are the things thought lost, whether its that necklace that Linah misplaced two weeks ago and had given up on, or a piece of ancient pottery from deep within some ruins. He almost seems to have a nose for such things, darting off randomly only to return trilling in triumph at his find. About the only thing that can dampen his zeal for the hunt is when his finds are treated as unvaluable, or when they end up being discarded. Unless he finds out it belongs to someone, he is careful to tuck them away in safe places where they can never be lost again, though there is little sense of organization to his horde. Then its off to the next hunt!
Average size for a blue pureblood, he appears a bit smaller due to the fact that hes perpetually thin for his build, perhaps a result of his continual energy burn; he just cant seem to gain weight, though hes at least healthy. His underside of a sapphire blue, becoming slightly lighter as it goes up to the rest of him, and his wing membranes appear almost sky blue by comparison.
The Reaper Wears Red Male Ilythiir Illaro Speech: Underline Italics #7a1212
A wild laugh and a sense of dread precede this Illaros arrival on the scene. Flamboyant, ruthless, cunning, sometimes sadistic, he is one of the reasons why Ilythiir have a bad name. He considers himself a servant of death itself, moving about in the shadow and springing out when its time for a victim to meet their maker. Almost manic in behavior, he has an unabashed crush on YML, often fawning over the other canine and making offers to him (for his part, YML rebuffs these advances, though he oftentimes manipulates RWRs attentions for his own advantage, a situation that RWR fully realizes is happening but goes along with nevertheless). RWR for all his bravado is a somewhat clumsy fellow, prone to tripping when he becomes too excited and though he is effective at what he sees as his purpose in life he often causes quite a bit of collateral damage in the process. Nevertheless he is a terrifying fighter when in battle, and often leaves his foes in tatters.
Of average size and build for an Illaro, he is as dark as his rank usually is only his fur presents a red undertone that is strongly presented when he is agitated or excited and his fur ruffles. His eyes gleam red, matching the mane around his neck, and enhancing his deadly appearance. Perhaps his persona of a reaper isnt too far-fetched, however, as he was born with a fearsome power: he only has to look someone in the eyes and will it to be so, and they will see segments of their life flash before their eyes, usually the most horrifying or guilt-laden ones. And when its over he always has a look upon his face as if he knows it all. Whether he does or not, well, he isnt saying. MUTATION (Cosmetic): Red tone to fur and red mane MUTATION (Physical: Ability) Life-Sight he can will people to see their life flashing before their eyes.