Post by Rei on Oct 28, 2009 15:51:27 GMT -5
*poofed* In Disappearance Plot
Name: F’lyn, Fiavlyn
Age: 35
Birthday: July 7th
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Blue Rider
Physical Appearance:
F’lyn stands about 5’ 11’ and has the lean body build one might attribute to a seasoned runner. His face is angled and sharp giving him a severe appearance that causes most people to give him a wide berth. He is not what one would call handsome but nor is he ugly. He boasts an average attractiveness that helps him blend into his surroundings. F’lyn has short black hair that is surprisingly soft to the touch. He keeps it cut short so it doesn’t interfere with his work. His eyes are a rich amber brown and always seem to be laughing. Seldom does the blue rider look concerned or angry instead he boasts a friendly warm gaze. F’lyn favors mobility over fashion and often wears dark loose fitting clothing for both comfort and practicality. As far as jewelry he wears a silver chain with a small dragon charm. He keeps the chain under his shirt so few ever see it. He considers it his good luck charm.
Personality:
F'lyn is outgoing and friendly. One of those people who seem to just have a calming aura around them. Nothing much seems to get to F’lyn. The emotional barrier he as constructed has to be carefully maintained lest his dragon’s intense emotions overwhelm him. Loyal to those he befriends F’lyn enjoys human company but keeps it minimal due to the discomfort it causes his mind mate. F’lyn lives for Pandorath and in turn the blue lives for him. Intensely close to his bonded he has become the blue’s protector and the two are never apart for any reason.
F’lyn has a bit of a problem building any type of romantic relationship due to the stress it puts on his dragon. Any sexual encounter he has is kept short and intense and he never pursues any emotional attachment for fear of somehow losing his blue. Perhaps this is just a safeguard the blue rider keeps because F’lyn hates to lose control. No matter what in life he pursues F’lyn always likes to be in complete control. Anarchy bothers him and although he is not a leader figure he will not hesitate to blaze his own trail if it means he can stay in control of whatever situation presents itself. Despite his emotional detachment to most those few he does come to love are given his full and undivided attention in all matters.
F’lyn has a fear of water. For whatever reason anything deeper than bathwater terrifies him. There is no real traumatic experience that caused this he just has a intense fear of water. Oh and rodents…in fact he is lucky if he doesn’t faint at the sight of those.
History:
F’lyn was born as Fiavlyn to brown rider F’ian of Benden and kitchen drudge Vivlyn. Through his early childhood years Vivlyn brought Fiavlyn up with a healthy fear of the weyr in which they lived. The boy was not the product of a happy relationship, but rather a relationship based of control and violence. From a young age Fiavlyn learned to avoid his father and keep his head down when spoken to. Following orders was easy, safe, and painless and so for his early years the boy lived as little more than a slave. After all what more was there in life? At the age of 14 Fiavlyn was one of the few chosen from the kitchens to attend candidate classes. The boy was quiet and obedient and so a prefect candidate for a green or blue the grunts of the dragon race. The classes had an opposite effect of Fiavlyn and instead of becoming more obedient he started to become more outspoken, reveling an intelligence no one would have guessed that he possessed. A scant few months into his candidacy, an aging gold rose with the help of Benden’s new drug regiment. The gold should have been far past her time to rise but rise she did. The clutch produced was small, boasting only 5 eggs with no hope of a bronze or gold among them. Despite the aging queens haggard look, and the paleness of the few eggs, Fiavlyn was excited, for he was amongst those picked to stand amongst the eggs.
The day of the hatching drew ever closer and some of the boys who where chosen to stand with Fiavlyn where restless. Clutches like these sometimes did not produce any healthy dragonets. If the hatchlings had a solid deformity they all knew what fate awaited them and their newly hatched mind mates. The atmosphere at the hatching was subdued to say the least. Only a few spectators where in the stands and a few brown dragons and riders where present to deal with any “unpleasantries”. The hatching began in earnest with only 3 of the 5 eggs showing any sign of life.
The first shell to crack spilled a blue hatchling onto the sands. At first glance one could almost call the dragonet black, save the almost blue white speckling that was splattered across his hide. Giving a warble the blue made his way to the candidates not even giving a moments notice to the scrutinizing gaze of the present riders. Shuffling up to Fiavlyn the blue butted the lad in the stomach and raised a rainbow gaze to his new bonded. The emotions crashing into his mind from the newly formed link caused Fiavlyn to fall to his knees as tears cascaded down his face. Caressing the damp head a sudden thought intruded into his mind. Why had his new bonded not spoken? Weren’t they supposed to give their names as well as the riders new honorific?
Suddenly a deep voice boomed into his mind. His name is Pandorath and you will be F’lyn. Rise now and make haste to the feeding table. Do not dally or they will notice something is wrong. I have lost to many hatchlings in my time. I can protect you today but soon you must protect yourselves. F’lyn realized the strong voice belonged to the aged queen. How the old gold knew the blue’s name was not made known nor would it ever be. With a small whimper the newly christened Pandorath renewed his efforts to shove his new friend toward the feeding table all the while passing feelings of a hunger so intense it made F’lyn want to throw up. Stumbling toward the table with his mute dragon in tow F’lyn’s mind raced. What was he to do now?
The answer came in a unprecedented way. Month’s after Pandorath’s emergence it became obvious that his peculiar deformity would be hard to hide. Some of the older dragons thought the blue to timid to speak where as others hazed the poor blue until he was a quivering wreck. Fearing for his mind mate’s sanity as well as his life, F’lyn made a decision. As soon as they learned to between he would take Pandorath and leave Benden for good. The time came on a moonless summer night. After asking Pandorath to roll in the thick mud alongside a drying waterhole. F’lyn mounted the blue and passed to him coordinates gained from a sweep rider earlier that day. The coordinates would take them south and from there the pair decided to head for the only weyr they knew might harbor them Selenitas.
F'lyn and Pandorath arrived in the southern weyr in 2992 without incident and began to try and integrate themselves into life there. With their old life behind them, the blue pair was looking forward to slowly integrating into southern life. However things didn't work out entirely as they planned for the southern weyr was very different from the world they left. The young blue pair finished their training at Selenitas and joined a feline hunting group. Life passed slowly and comfortably in this fashion until something happened that rocked the whole planet. Their deadly enemy thread had returned.
Following their new weyr into battle against the deadly enemy spore a deadly dance of trail and error began. However with F'lyn and Pandorath's intense emotional bond the blue pair fared well with only minimal injury while a few of their wing lost their very lives. Life had gone from calm to dangerous in a matter of turns.
Time passed and with it the hold the Selenitas line held on the blue pairs new home. At first F’lyn was opposed to Shmee and Aslath, for life had fixed in him that change could often be disastrous. However the gold pair soon proved themselves worthy of not only honor but protection. F’lyn and Pandorath joined the Selenitas wings in service to their new queen. The blue pair did well enough but kept to themselves for the most part. Not because they where antisocial but because of Pandorath’s strange manner of communication.
Soon things in Selenitas became rocky. A queen appeared from Benden and F’lyn and Pandorath had to question the decision to allow the queen pair to remain at Selenitas. The blue pair realized that Millieth and Kaegan’s flight would not be taken lightly by Benden. Still there was nothing they would do but wait and watch. True to predictions Benden appeared at Selenitas but in a way that neither of the blue pair would have imagined. The very drugs that produced Pandorath where used on Fath. With the queen’s death F’lyn could only watch the developing eggs with a strange sense of fear and sadness. When the 14 hatched the blue rider’s worst fears where realized. Both F’lyn and Pandorath grieved along with the newly hatched. What was supposed to be a day of happiness turned to emotional horror. The only bright spot the healthy new queen Aezanth.
Life went on apace for awhile the blue pair keeping busy with searches and thread fighting the only blip C‘leon‘s failed attempt at trying to seize Selenitas for himself.. Then a day came that shocked them all and remained F’lyn of just how brutal his old weyr could be. The weyrlings where attacked and many where killed including most of the deformed dragonets and the new young queen Aezanth. Soon it became apparent that the weyr F’lyn and Pandorath fled was trying it’s damn hardest to make it’s way back into the blue pair’s life. Soon after the massacre of the weyrlings Benden again attacked this time trying to murder the weyrwoman of the weyr. By some miracle Benden was repulsed, F’lyn himself being involved in a bit of the fighting. Things seemed to settle down for a bit then although the threat of Benden always loomed on the horizon.
The next problem that rocked the weyr hit a little closer to home. A plague descended on the weyr with the targets being not humans or dragons, but fire lizards. Those without the little winged wonders where perhaps not effected by the disease but although F’lyn himself did not own a fire lizard, Pandorath was hit hard emotionally by the death of many of his little friends, both wild and tame. Still life continued at the weyr without much pause.
Gold Aslath rose and was caught by a young bronze named Corinth. F’lyn did not concern himself much with the leadership of the weyr as long as it did not interfere with his life or that of his bonded directly. By this time the blue pair was well used to the changes in leadership that where so common in this southern weyr. Still there where rumors of young T’rid’s inability to lead the weyr. Despite this the weyr continued with not much change except perhaps for a loosening of security. Soon a event happened that changed everything. Shmee was murdered. Although there was much speculation about Benden being behind the attack it could not be proven. F’lyn and Pandorath grieved along with the weyr at the death of the Senior queen and their weyrwoman. The weyr continued to survive even though their beloved leaders had been killed. Millieth became the next Senior queen of Selenitas and Kaegan their weyrwoman. F’lyn has misgivings about the gold rider. Old habits did die hard and she was still Benden after all. Still despite initial fears Kaegan soon won the blue pairs respect. Besides F’lyn and Pandorath had long since become Selenitas riders and nothing as simple as a change in leadership was going to sway their loyalties.
Perhaps such a thing was fortunate for Benden was coming back with a vengeance and they where baying for blood. Shortly after Millieth rose Benden attacked again, this time seeking to destroy Selenitas entirely. The battle raged on through the night. F’lyn participated and fought alongside his brethren. He fought not at the flaming infirmary, or the besieged weyrling barracks, but in the cliff faces of the weyr, fighting off assassins in the shadows. After the Siege the blue pair did there best and participated in the rebuilding of there home to its former glory. With C’leon dead it seemed that perhaps finally Selenitas would be left in peace.
All was going well, and it seemed as though things had finally boiled down when out of nowhere there was another attack. It was not large but though word of mouth F’lyn and Pandorath learned that a small company from Fort had attacked the main hall and it’s occupants. Whatever information Fort wanted it obviously got for they left quickly and without further incident. Still a seed of fear had been sown. What was going on outside of Selenitas. Was it safe to pry further? Thoughts of the north where put on hold for now however. For The only golden daughter queen Aslath produced, Hepaticath, was due to rise and with her the hopes of the weyr for a new start.
Hepaticath rose without incident and was caught by bronze Ciceroth. Soon 13 healty vibrant eggs graced the hatching sands. Weeks later an unknown force of dragons invaded the sands with the intent to steal an egg from the sands. The weyr seemed desperate for a queen for whatever reason. They where thwarted although it cost Selenitas life and much blood was spilled. Still the eggs matured and on hatch day Selenitas was graced with another queen Jingth who impressed to a girl named Meira. F’lyn was happy and Pandorath sung with the other dragons in celebration. The celebration was short lived however for soon strange disappearances began all over the weyr. The rider’s where nowhere to be found and the dragon’s betweened.
Amid the fear and suspicion F’lyn met a young green rider named Raylin. Her weyrmate, former Weyrleader T’rid, was the first to disappear. Heartbroken, emotionally drained, alone, and pregnant she thought to attempt suicide. If not for Ebolath’s plea to anyone who would listen she would have been lost. Despite the green rider’s obvious hatred for his intrusion into her private turmoil, F’lyn continued to visit her with Ebolath’s coaxing. After a month or so the green rider began to open up, and a strange tentative friendship began to grow between the two. F’lyn and Pandorath became her only friends and with Ebolath's help they began to coax Raylin out of her depression. However all they strived for seemed to be in vain. Exhausted and weak from the struggle of birthing her daughter (who she named Terilyn) Raylin succumbed to the illness that had been plaguing the weyr. On her death bed she begged the blue pair to take care of her child for she knew she would not be able to. With misgivings F’lyn accepted. He knew nothing about children but Raylin insisted and Pandorath would not let him decline. And so with her mother dead F’lyn has come into the possession of a three month old foster daughter, Terilyn. With no real friends to turn to for help and seemingly no support besides his dragon, for the first time in a long time F’lyn can honesty say he is frightened.
Name: Pandorath
Age: 22 turns
Hex Code: 000009 B5ECFF
Appearance: A blue so dark it is just a shade off black. Pandorath might look sinister if not for the light blue on his wing membranes coupled with the same shade of speckling on his belly, back and, tail. Pandorath gives the impression of one looking into a dark sky full of stars. Of average build for a blue not much makes him stand out beside his coloring. He is well muscled and can last almost a full fall when pressed to do so.
Personality:
Pandorath is a calm easy going dragon and it will take a lot to make him mad. He prefers to spend his time sunning and watching the goings on of creatures around him. This blue is not lazy by a long shot and will work when he is bidden, he just prefers watching to working. He is inclined to pick up bits of information that seem totally irrelevant. Like who’s flitter is visiting who’s weyr more often and the Weyrleader’s favorite food. While these trivial bits of information might seem useless to some Pandorath sees all. However Pandorath lacks the capacity for speech. Born from a drug induced Benden clutch the deformity was hidden for as long as possible and so the blue spared from death. Because he can not communicate through speech he does so by emotion, voice and picture imaging much like a fire lizard. The fact that he is different does not bother Pandorath, although he tends to avoid other dragons because he finds their unpredictable reactions to his plight troubling. Because of this he has developed a love for flitters and them for him, as evident by the numbers of both wild and tame flitters who will be attracted to this blue. It will not be uncommon to see Pandorath surrounded by his little cousins no doubt having a good gossip session.
Poor Fool Blue
Name: Piper
Color: Blue #A2CEF3
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Based off of: Tweedledum
Written by: Avu
Looks to: F'lyn
Physical Appearance: This blue is far from slender, though he’s not completely overweight, either – he’s just on the chubby side. He’ll never manage to look graceful, but at least he’ll have some dignity, appearance-wise, for his rotund form is one that he will simply have to get used to, as there will be almost no chance that he’ll be able to shed any of the chubbiness; it’s there to stay, and neatly conceals any strength that this blue boasts. Regardless, most people would still find this blue appealing – because he is undeniably cute: He looks very youthful, possibly because of the fact that his entire body is compact, short and ‘sturdy’ (read: round) with short, wide wings and thick legs tipped with claws that look astoundingly sharp considering his distinctly childish appearance: His Bonded will have to pad his shoulder before this blue is allowed to perch; otherwise, it’s a very real possibility that he’ll end up with neat little holes matching up with each of this blue’s claws. A short, thick neck ends in a surprisingly delicate head, though his head knobs are very short and the knob at the very end is very much defined.
A purplish-blue color that looks rather washed out, and, in comparison to most blues, will look positively pale, envelopes most of his hide. Even when he’s well-oiled, this blue will never gleam or shine like some firelizards; his will always be a deceptively pale, rather unimpressive, hide. Nevertheless, the purple shade to his hide is not a common one; any deeper purple and he wouldn’t look blue anymore. Just to make sure people are very much aware that he is, however, blue and not some new strange purple creature, dark, stormy blue markings are very prominent over his body. A straight line marks the very tip of his muzzle, right smack in the middle of his nostrils, and his eyes are lined with the same blue shade, making them look even bigger than they already are (which is rather unneeded, as they’re positively huge). The same blue starts at the tip of his top neck ridge and then follows his spine to the very tip of his tail. Between his odd base color and his markings, it would be safe to say that this blue is completely unique – except that he isn’t: He’s positively identical to his favorite clutchbrother, the Stranger Than You Dreamt It Blue: His Bonded should make sure that he doesn’t mix up the two and take home the wrong firelizard someday…
Personality: It will be clear within the first day or so of his life – and onwards – that this blue was born to be best friends with his clutchbrother – the Stranger Than You Dreamt It Blue; the two will prove to be all but inseparable. His loyalty to his blue clutchbrother will prove to be incredibly strong – almost as strong as that to his Bonded. Indeed, he’ll often push His to try and make friends with the Bonded of the other blue, since clearly this will mean that he’ll be around the other even more! However, his enthusiasm may or may not be shared by his Bonded, for when around his clutchbrother, he becomes a very vocal creature: Constant chattering and chirping will ensue, and to make matters worse, his brother can match him at every note, which makes for quite a loud pair – especially when either of them are sharing stories. This blue positively adores stories of any kind, be it about Holder, dragon, firelizard, or complete fantasy, and can be very easily enraptured by even the simplest story. Unfortunately, the price to pay is even more enthusiasm around his clutchbrother, since clearly the story must be passed!
He is, clutchbrother or no, very music-oriented; it will be easy to teach him to hum along with songs, or even chirp to the music, since this blue was gifted with a naturally musical voice (which he uses very often to suit himself), and he seems to positively adore rhyming, even trying to twitter along with them occasionally and/or encourage his brother to. His brother, however, is one of the few firelizards who can actually not send him into hiding with even the mildest threat – possibly because he’s sure of the fact that said brother never will threaten him; indeed, he spends a good deal of time around the Stranger Than You Dreamt It Blue preening and returning compliments. Any other threats, though, even from His, will positively send this blue into hysterics, apologizing wildly for whatever it is that he did wrong – even if he didn’t do anything wrong, so insecure can he become. If there is ever a fight – an invasion – or the like, it would not be advised to depend on this blue for anything, not even comfort, for it’s more likely he’ll flee straight to his brother to hide.
Name: F’lyn, Fiavlyn
Age: 35
Birthday: July 7th
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Blue Rider
Physical Appearance:
F’lyn stands about 5’ 11’ and has the lean body build one might attribute to a seasoned runner. His face is angled and sharp giving him a severe appearance that causes most people to give him a wide berth. He is not what one would call handsome but nor is he ugly. He boasts an average attractiveness that helps him blend into his surroundings. F’lyn has short black hair that is surprisingly soft to the touch. He keeps it cut short so it doesn’t interfere with his work. His eyes are a rich amber brown and always seem to be laughing. Seldom does the blue rider look concerned or angry instead he boasts a friendly warm gaze. F’lyn favors mobility over fashion and often wears dark loose fitting clothing for both comfort and practicality. As far as jewelry he wears a silver chain with a small dragon charm. He keeps the chain under his shirt so few ever see it. He considers it his good luck charm.
Personality:
F'lyn is outgoing and friendly. One of those people who seem to just have a calming aura around them. Nothing much seems to get to F’lyn. The emotional barrier he as constructed has to be carefully maintained lest his dragon’s intense emotions overwhelm him. Loyal to those he befriends F’lyn enjoys human company but keeps it minimal due to the discomfort it causes his mind mate. F’lyn lives for Pandorath and in turn the blue lives for him. Intensely close to his bonded he has become the blue’s protector and the two are never apart for any reason.
F’lyn has a bit of a problem building any type of romantic relationship due to the stress it puts on his dragon. Any sexual encounter he has is kept short and intense and he never pursues any emotional attachment for fear of somehow losing his blue. Perhaps this is just a safeguard the blue rider keeps because F’lyn hates to lose control. No matter what in life he pursues F’lyn always likes to be in complete control. Anarchy bothers him and although he is not a leader figure he will not hesitate to blaze his own trail if it means he can stay in control of whatever situation presents itself. Despite his emotional detachment to most those few he does come to love are given his full and undivided attention in all matters.
F’lyn has a fear of water. For whatever reason anything deeper than bathwater terrifies him. There is no real traumatic experience that caused this he just has a intense fear of water. Oh and rodents…in fact he is lucky if he doesn’t faint at the sight of those.
History:
F’lyn was born as Fiavlyn to brown rider F’ian of Benden and kitchen drudge Vivlyn. Through his early childhood years Vivlyn brought Fiavlyn up with a healthy fear of the weyr in which they lived. The boy was not the product of a happy relationship, but rather a relationship based of control and violence. From a young age Fiavlyn learned to avoid his father and keep his head down when spoken to. Following orders was easy, safe, and painless and so for his early years the boy lived as little more than a slave. After all what more was there in life? At the age of 14 Fiavlyn was one of the few chosen from the kitchens to attend candidate classes. The boy was quiet and obedient and so a prefect candidate for a green or blue the grunts of the dragon race. The classes had an opposite effect of Fiavlyn and instead of becoming more obedient he started to become more outspoken, reveling an intelligence no one would have guessed that he possessed. A scant few months into his candidacy, an aging gold rose with the help of Benden’s new drug regiment. The gold should have been far past her time to rise but rise she did. The clutch produced was small, boasting only 5 eggs with no hope of a bronze or gold among them. Despite the aging queens haggard look, and the paleness of the few eggs, Fiavlyn was excited, for he was amongst those picked to stand amongst the eggs.
The day of the hatching drew ever closer and some of the boys who where chosen to stand with Fiavlyn where restless. Clutches like these sometimes did not produce any healthy dragonets. If the hatchlings had a solid deformity they all knew what fate awaited them and their newly hatched mind mates. The atmosphere at the hatching was subdued to say the least. Only a few spectators where in the stands and a few brown dragons and riders where present to deal with any “unpleasantries”. The hatching began in earnest with only 3 of the 5 eggs showing any sign of life.
The first shell to crack spilled a blue hatchling onto the sands. At first glance one could almost call the dragonet black, save the almost blue white speckling that was splattered across his hide. Giving a warble the blue made his way to the candidates not even giving a moments notice to the scrutinizing gaze of the present riders. Shuffling up to Fiavlyn the blue butted the lad in the stomach and raised a rainbow gaze to his new bonded. The emotions crashing into his mind from the newly formed link caused Fiavlyn to fall to his knees as tears cascaded down his face. Caressing the damp head a sudden thought intruded into his mind. Why had his new bonded not spoken? Weren’t they supposed to give their names as well as the riders new honorific?
Suddenly a deep voice boomed into his mind. His name is Pandorath and you will be F’lyn. Rise now and make haste to the feeding table. Do not dally or they will notice something is wrong. I have lost to many hatchlings in my time. I can protect you today but soon you must protect yourselves. F’lyn realized the strong voice belonged to the aged queen. How the old gold knew the blue’s name was not made known nor would it ever be. With a small whimper the newly christened Pandorath renewed his efforts to shove his new friend toward the feeding table all the while passing feelings of a hunger so intense it made F’lyn want to throw up. Stumbling toward the table with his mute dragon in tow F’lyn’s mind raced. What was he to do now?
The answer came in a unprecedented way. Month’s after Pandorath’s emergence it became obvious that his peculiar deformity would be hard to hide. Some of the older dragons thought the blue to timid to speak where as others hazed the poor blue until he was a quivering wreck. Fearing for his mind mate’s sanity as well as his life, F’lyn made a decision. As soon as they learned to between he would take Pandorath and leave Benden for good. The time came on a moonless summer night. After asking Pandorath to roll in the thick mud alongside a drying waterhole. F’lyn mounted the blue and passed to him coordinates gained from a sweep rider earlier that day. The coordinates would take them south and from there the pair decided to head for the only weyr they knew might harbor them Selenitas.
F'lyn and Pandorath arrived in the southern weyr in 2992 without incident and began to try and integrate themselves into life there. With their old life behind them, the blue pair was looking forward to slowly integrating into southern life. However things didn't work out entirely as they planned for the southern weyr was very different from the world they left. The young blue pair finished their training at Selenitas and joined a feline hunting group. Life passed slowly and comfortably in this fashion until something happened that rocked the whole planet. Their deadly enemy thread had returned.
Following their new weyr into battle against the deadly enemy spore a deadly dance of trail and error began. However with F'lyn and Pandorath's intense emotional bond the blue pair fared well with only minimal injury while a few of their wing lost their very lives. Life had gone from calm to dangerous in a matter of turns.
Time passed and with it the hold the Selenitas line held on the blue pairs new home. At first F’lyn was opposed to Shmee and Aslath, for life had fixed in him that change could often be disastrous. However the gold pair soon proved themselves worthy of not only honor but protection. F’lyn and Pandorath joined the Selenitas wings in service to their new queen. The blue pair did well enough but kept to themselves for the most part. Not because they where antisocial but because of Pandorath’s strange manner of communication.
Soon things in Selenitas became rocky. A queen appeared from Benden and F’lyn and Pandorath had to question the decision to allow the queen pair to remain at Selenitas. The blue pair realized that Millieth and Kaegan’s flight would not be taken lightly by Benden. Still there was nothing they would do but wait and watch. True to predictions Benden appeared at Selenitas but in a way that neither of the blue pair would have imagined. The very drugs that produced Pandorath where used on Fath. With the queen’s death F’lyn could only watch the developing eggs with a strange sense of fear and sadness. When the 14 hatched the blue rider’s worst fears where realized. Both F’lyn and Pandorath grieved along with the newly hatched. What was supposed to be a day of happiness turned to emotional horror. The only bright spot the healthy new queen Aezanth.
Life went on apace for awhile the blue pair keeping busy with searches and thread fighting the only blip C‘leon‘s failed attempt at trying to seize Selenitas for himself.. Then a day came that shocked them all and remained F’lyn of just how brutal his old weyr could be. The weyrlings where attacked and many where killed including most of the deformed dragonets and the new young queen Aezanth. Soon it became apparent that the weyr F’lyn and Pandorath fled was trying it’s damn hardest to make it’s way back into the blue pair’s life. Soon after the massacre of the weyrlings Benden again attacked this time trying to murder the weyrwoman of the weyr. By some miracle Benden was repulsed, F’lyn himself being involved in a bit of the fighting. Things seemed to settle down for a bit then although the threat of Benden always loomed on the horizon.
The next problem that rocked the weyr hit a little closer to home. A plague descended on the weyr with the targets being not humans or dragons, but fire lizards. Those without the little winged wonders where perhaps not effected by the disease but although F’lyn himself did not own a fire lizard, Pandorath was hit hard emotionally by the death of many of his little friends, both wild and tame. Still life continued at the weyr without much pause.
Gold Aslath rose and was caught by a young bronze named Corinth. F’lyn did not concern himself much with the leadership of the weyr as long as it did not interfere with his life or that of his bonded directly. By this time the blue pair was well used to the changes in leadership that where so common in this southern weyr. Still there where rumors of young T’rid’s inability to lead the weyr. Despite this the weyr continued with not much change except perhaps for a loosening of security. Soon a event happened that changed everything. Shmee was murdered. Although there was much speculation about Benden being behind the attack it could not be proven. F’lyn and Pandorath grieved along with the weyr at the death of the Senior queen and their weyrwoman. The weyr continued to survive even though their beloved leaders had been killed. Millieth became the next Senior queen of Selenitas and Kaegan their weyrwoman. F’lyn has misgivings about the gold rider. Old habits did die hard and she was still Benden after all. Still despite initial fears Kaegan soon won the blue pairs respect. Besides F’lyn and Pandorath had long since become Selenitas riders and nothing as simple as a change in leadership was going to sway their loyalties.
Perhaps such a thing was fortunate for Benden was coming back with a vengeance and they where baying for blood. Shortly after Millieth rose Benden attacked again, this time seeking to destroy Selenitas entirely. The battle raged on through the night. F’lyn participated and fought alongside his brethren. He fought not at the flaming infirmary, or the besieged weyrling barracks, but in the cliff faces of the weyr, fighting off assassins in the shadows. After the Siege the blue pair did there best and participated in the rebuilding of there home to its former glory. With C’leon dead it seemed that perhaps finally Selenitas would be left in peace.
All was going well, and it seemed as though things had finally boiled down when out of nowhere there was another attack. It was not large but though word of mouth F’lyn and Pandorath learned that a small company from Fort had attacked the main hall and it’s occupants. Whatever information Fort wanted it obviously got for they left quickly and without further incident. Still a seed of fear had been sown. What was going on outside of Selenitas. Was it safe to pry further? Thoughts of the north where put on hold for now however. For The only golden daughter queen Aslath produced, Hepaticath, was due to rise and with her the hopes of the weyr for a new start.
Hepaticath rose without incident and was caught by bronze Ciceroth. Soon 13 healty vibrant eggs graced the hatching sands. Weeks later an unknown force of dragons invaded the sands with the intent to steal an egg from the sands. The weyr seemed desperate for a queen for whatever reason. They where thwarted although it cost Selenitas life and much blood was spilled. Still the eggs matured and on hatch day Selenitas was graced with another queen Jingth who impressed to a girl named Meira. F’lyn was happy and Pandorath sung with the other dragons in celebration. The celebration was short lived however for soon strange disappearances began all over the weyr. The rider’s where nowhere to be found and the dragon’s betweened.
Amid the fear and suspicion F’lyn met a young green rider named Raylin. Her weyrmate, former Weyrleader T’rid, was the first to disappear. Heartbroken, emotionally drained, alone, and pregnant she thought to attempt suicide. If not for Ebolath’s plea to anyone who would listen she would have been lost. Despite the green rider’s obvious hatred for his intrusion into her private turmoil, F’lyn continued to visit her with Ebolath’s coaxing. After a month or so the green rider began to open up, and a strange tentative friendship began to grow between the two. F’lyn and Pandorath became her only friends and with Ebolath's help they began to coax Raylin out of her depression. However all they strived for seemed to be in vain. Exhausted and weak from the struggle of birthing her daughter (who she named Terilyn) Raylin succumbed to the illness that had been plaguing the weyr. On her death bed she begged the blue pair to take care of her child for she knew she would not be able to. With misgivings F’lyn accepted. He knew nothing about children but Raylin insisted and Pandorath would not let him decline. And so with her mother dead F’lyn has come into the possession of a three month old foster daughter, Terilyn. With no real friends to turn to for help and seemingly no support besides his dragon, for the first time in a long time F’lyn can honesty say he is frightened.
Name: Pandorath
Age: 22 turns
Hex Code: 000009 B5ECFF
Appearance: A blue so dark it is just a shade off black. Pandorath might look sinister if not for the light blue on his wing membranes coupled with the same shade of speckling on his belly, back and, tail. Pandorath gives the impression of one looking into a dark sky full of stars. Of average build for a blue not much makes him stand out beside his coloring. He is well muscled and can last almost a full fall when pressed to do so.
Personality:
Pandorath is a calm easy going dragon and it will take a lot to make him mad. He prefers to spend his time sunning and watching the goings on of creatures around him. This blue is not lazy by a long shot and will work when he is bidden, he just prefers watching to working. He is inclined to pick up bits of information that seem totally irrelevant. Like who’s flitter is visiting who’s weyr more often and the Weyrleader’s favorite food. While these trivial bits of information might seem useless to some Pandorath sees all. However Pandorath lacks the capacity for speech. Born from a drug induced Benden clutch the deformity was hidden for as long as possible and so the blue spared from death. Because he can not communicate through speech he does so by emotion, voice and picture imaging much like a fire lizard. The fact that he is different does not bother Pandorath, although he tends to avoid other dragons because he finds their unpredictable reactions to his plight troubling. Because of this he has developed a love for flitters and them for him, as evident by the numbers of both wild and tame flitters who will be attracted to this blue. It will not be uncommon to see Pandorath surrounded by his little cousins no doubt having a good gossip session.
Poor Fool Blue
Name: Piper
Color: Blue #A2CEF3
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Based off of: Tweedledum
Written by: Avu
Looks to: F'lyn
Physical Appearance: This blue is far from slender, though he’s not completely overweight, either – he’s just on the chubby side. He’ll never manage to look graceful, but at least he’ll have some dignity, appearance-wise, for his rotund form is one that he will simply have to get used to, as there will be almost no chance that he’ll be able to shed any of the chubbiness; it’s there to stay, and neatly conceals any strength that this blue boasts. Regardless, most people would still find this blue appealing – because he is undeniably cute: He looks very youthful, possibly because of the fact that his entire body is compact, short and ‘sturdy’ (read: round) with short, wide wings and thick legs tipped with claws that look astoundingly sharp considering his distinctly childish appearance: His Bonded will have to pad his shoulder before this blue is allowed to perch; otherwise, it’s a very real possibility that he’ll end up with neat little holes matching up with each of this blue’s claws. A short, thick neck ends in a surprisingly delicate head, though his head knobs are very short and the knob at the very end is very much defined.
A purplish-blue color that looks rather washed out, and, in comparison to most blues, will look positively pale, envelopes most of his hide. Even when he’s well-oiled, this blue will never gleam or shine like some firelizards; his will always be a deceptively pale, rather unimpressive, hide. Nevertheless, the purple shade to his hide is not a common one; any deeper purple and he wouldn’t look blue anymore. Just to make sure people are very much aware that he is, however, blue and not some new strange purple creature, dark, stormy blue markings are very prominent over his body. A straight line marks the very tip of his muzzle, right smack in the middle of his nostrils, and his eyes are lined with the same blue shade, making them look even bigger than they already are (which is rather unneeded, as they’re positively huge). The same blue starts at the tip of his top neck ridge and then follows his spine to the very tip of his tail. Between his odd base color and his markings, it would be safe to say that this blue is completely unique – except that he isn’t: He’s positively identical to his favorite clutchbrother, the Stranger Than You Dreamt It Blue: His Bonded should make sure that he doesn’t mix up the two and take home the wrong firelizard someday…
Personality: It will be clear within the first day or so of his life – and onwards – that this blue was born to be best friends with his clutchbrother – the Stranger Than You Dreamt It Blue; the two will prove to be all but inseparable. His loyalty to his blue clutchbrother will prove to be incredibly strong – almost as strong as that to his Bonded. Indeed, he’ll often push His to try and make friends with the Bonded of the other blue, since clearly this will mean that he’ll be around the other even more! However, his enthusiasm may or may not be shared by his Bonded, for when around his clutchbrother, he becomes a very vocal creature: Constant chattering and chirping will ensue, and to make matters worse, his brother can match him at every note, which makes for quite a loud pair – especially when either of them are sharing stories. This blue positively adores stories of any kind, be it about Holder, dragon, firelizard, or complete fantasy, and can be very easily enraptured by even the simplest story. Unfortunately, the price to pay is even more enthusiasm around his clutchbrother, since clearly the story must be passed!
He is, clutchbrother or no, very music-oriented; it will be easy to teach him to hum along with songs, or even chirp to the music, since this blue was gifted with a naturally musical voice (which he uses very often to suit himself), and he seems to positively adore rhyming, even trying to twitter along with them occasionally and/or encourage his brother to. His brother, however, is one of the few firelizards who can actually not send him into hiding with even the mildest threat – possibly because he’s sure of the fact that said brother never will threaten him; indeed, he spends a good deal of time around the Stranger Than You Dreamt It Blue preening and returning compliments. Any other threats, though, even from His, will positively send this blue into hysterics, apologizing wildly for whatever it is that he did wrong – even if he didn’t do anything wrong, so insecure can he become. If there is ever a fight – an invasion – or the like, it would not be advised to depend on this blue for anything, not even comfort, for it’s more likely he’ll flee straight to his brother to hide.
