Post by Tashe on Sept 15, 2007 15:04:57 GMT -5
Killed in Wasteland Invasion
Humans:
Name: Saraina
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bluerider
Born: September 16, 2993
Physical Appearance: Sara has very short, and spikey black hair that is tinted red, she is about 5 feet 10 and has green-gray eyes. She wears black leather knee-high boots, riding breaches and darker colored shirts with or without sleeves. Saraina rarely ever wears brightly colored cloths, and keeps to the darker colors because it's a habit that's hard to shake. She also carries the family crest on a small silver ring, that she wears on a leather thong around her neck. She's taken to wearing a snapcap to help keep her head warm in the winter.
Personality: Saraina is outspoken and often rude, not caring one way or another about how people view her. This Bluerider is extremely bold, and it would do people good to know, that yielding to anyone who questions or challenges her beliefs is almost impossible for her to do quietly. From her initiation into young adulthood, Sara had been raised second handedly in the ways of manipulation and subtly, each were crucial to becoming a good thief, even if it was her past... there were still uses for it in Weyrlife. Untrusting, her shell is harder to pierce than a shell of a dragon being gaurded by the mother, but once you do, she'll start to warm up to you. And although a person like the Bluerider can often be predictable, Sara is anything but, often ebbing against the flow rather than with it.
Although the Bluerider is usually not one for team activites, she loves to work side by side with her Dragon in wing training, and even alongside people if they were excersising. Between running with the streetcrowds at Southern, and having F'rah use running to break the condition that had formed, Sara never failed to see the necesity of training. It is one of her few, true loves.
History:Born and raised in Southern Hold, Saraina grew up in a moderately wealthy Hold family, her Father (Soran) and her Mother (Rina) dealt in dyes and fabrics. Their clothing and canvas's were made with loving care, and they had always believed that was the reason they have done so well. Along with her younger sister (Sarin), Saraina was expected to run with a crowd whose rank was equal or greater then her's, her parents didn't want their only children to associate with those of a lower class... or Dragonriders. In the beginning, the young girl enjoyed wearing her pretty dresses, flirting with the boys, and running about with a higher class. But that all changed when she met Finandry, who insisted on being called Fin, since he wouldn't answer to his full name for anyone. Fin was the son of a rival Fabric Merchant, but the even the word rival was pushing it, they often had to travel to find buyers for their wares. He was tall, handsome, and kind, the sort of guy you wouldn't expect to root around in the dirtiest layers of the Hold. And that he was, at least, when everyone was looking. Sure he'd run with the high crowd, but he'd often lie to his Parents, telling them one thing and then running with the thieves and the underground of Southern.
The two met at a Gather, one of the very few that the Hold holds, they quite literally ran into each other. Saraina had been running away from her Mother, she was trying to make her change her outfit for the third time, and the young teenager had just about had it with her mother's finicky attitude. As soon as Rina had looked away, Sara had hiked up her skirts and bolted, that is... as fast as she could without tripping over any of fabrics. While Fin was trying to slip his group of friends, he wasn't running, but he wasn't just walking either. Saraina had looked behind her for a split second, but that was all that was needed to place the older boy straight in her path. The steps that followed happened so fast, Saraina wasn't sure how the boy had been able to stop her from falling to the ground without tipping himself over either. It was probably a very cliche sight, a strong young man holding a blushing young girl, but what people might not have noticed was the fact the blushing young girl was stepping rather hard on the young man's foot. From that moment on, the two seemed to bump into each other a lot more often, whether by chance or on purpose. It took a month. A single month for Fin to transform Sara into what she is now, it was also in that month when the two found out the Girl's natural talent for pilfering and distractions.
The Merchant's Daughter had always had a knack for stealing, but it had never evolved past pinching food from the table, or a few spare 1/32 Marks from her parents. As soon as Fin found out, he began to work and mold her, slowly moving from stealing food to pick pocketing. They became a team, corrupting their higher ranked friends, until they too became part of Fin's circle. And as time wore on, Sara grew more and more attached to the boy, often getting depressed when he had to travel with his family's business. Fortunately, those trips never lasted too long, and the pair was once again back together. Fin used Saraina, as he used any of his other 'friends', and the more she adored the man... the more he could use her. She became a good thief as time wore on, never stealing just for herself, but for the whole of the group.
At sixteen, her relationship with Fin (now twenty) took another turn, one a little more personal. The two began courting each other behind the backs of their parents, often meeting together in the dead of night, rolling in fits of passion. Their relationship was a rather shady and dodgey one, one moment they could be fighting about something, and the next they could be feeling each other up in a dark corner. It was an unhealthy mix of emotions, and a very unhealthy relationship. But to Saraina's dismay, their relationship was not to last. Before Fin had gone on his last and final Merchant run with his family, the two had had an explosive fight over how their group should be run, since the rules had changed up at Selenitas a while ago. Both the Leader and the third in command had stormed out of the room, neither sucking up their pride long enough to make up before his trip.
Later, Saraina had found out that Fin had been searched by a Fort Rider on his trip, giving her no chance to clear her feelings up with the man. The week after the news had arrived, the girl spent it steeling her feelings, she wasn't going to show her lowlife friend how emotional she was being. Thus, marked the final change, a hard callus settled over her personality... changing it into the one thing she needed to be able to focus on her group. Her family duties only remembered so she could keep up her appearance... it wouldn't due to get caught now that she had come so far. The group had offered her Fin's old position, but she refused, turning it down for the third seat once more. She was comfortable in that place, not to high up, but high enough for the others to have to respect her. She was no longer under Fin's protection, she was on her own.
It wasn't long before their group recovered from their loss, and returned to petty stealing and selling, some of them in it for the thrill... and the other for the profits. Now that Fin no longer had a foothold in her life, Sara had time in the day to practice another hobby, one that appeased her parent's worry. She took up painting. And surprisingly, with practice and teachers, she turned out pretty good at it. Being able to visualize landscapes and structures had always been useful in thievery, but the girl never knew how wonderful it felt just to release the images building in her head onto canvas. Although this new hobby began to grow prominent in her life, Saraina never lost the time for thieving. But it only took getting caught once to ruin your streak...
She had gotten careless. She should have had her friend's flitter check whether or not the Brown Dragon was actually asleep, but that simple fact was her undoing. Saraina had just began to escape the scene with the Rider's leather bag, when she turned and ran smack dab into his chest, but this time... the man didn't catch her. Squawking slightly as she hit the ground, the young woman glared up at the man. The only man to have successfully foil her plans. He was tall, broad and looked like he could snap you in half by bending you over his knee. But looks can be deceiving, for instead of turning her into the Hold Guards, he had brought the issue to her parents with a proposition. They could clear her crime under the table, no chance of tarnishing her family's name, all Saraina had to do was come work for the Brownrider at Selenitas for a few months.
To her surprise, her parents agreed. Leaving their oldest daughter in the hands of a Dragonrider, Soran and Rina turned their attentions more on her sister, hoping that she could be saved from the life Saraina had wondered down. One would think that her stealing would stop as soon as she got to Selenitas, but in fact, it didn't. Fin had fed her fire, and it wouldn't dim as long as she had any say in it. But what she didn't know, was just how determined F'rah was in breaking her of that habit, and he was stubborn about it too. He began Sara on a training regiment, making her run until she couldn't think about much more than a bath, food, sleep and studies. Over the course of a few months, he had all but broken her of the habit, though he wasn't to surprised when something turned up that wasn't theirs. Saraina had been pronounced worthy as a candidate a month into her stay, so she had had a lot to think about, and her thoughts would often stray to Fin. She'd send him a letter every once in a while, but none of her letter's ever got a response, and eventually her letters stopped all together.
Then Aslath had risen... Aslath had Clutched... and then, before she knew what had happened, she was standing for the Hatching. Somewhere along the line, she had drawn a picture of the pregnant Queen, but she had yet to give it to the Weyrwoman. Egg after egg hatched, and as she stood by her only true friend (one she had helped adjust to Weyr life) Gina, a Blue had broke free from it's egg. It wasted little time in making it's way over to her, announcing that he knew she was His from inside his egg. His name was Hokth, and boy, he was a hand full. He fed Saraina's steely side, the duo becoming the background bullies of their Clutch (of which Gina had also Impressed a Dragon), though the Blue seemed to be a little more malicious than the Girl.
Through the Kidnapping to High Reaches and the Weyrling Massacre, Saraina helped her Weyrlingmaster through the ordeals, showing him her more caring side. And when Benden came in force to Selenitas, trying to execute Shmee and Kaegan, Saraina jumped to take charge of the Weyrlings when F'rah got occupied by a Bronzerider. It was a second nature from a past that felt like a generation ago, it felt good to be facing off a person, it reminded her of the thrill stealing had given her. None of the Weyrlings had died, in fact, there were now more than the number they had started with. Some of the Riders from the Weyrlingwing had chosen (or not willingly) to stay at Selenitas. Their Weyr had dealt a hefty blow to the other Weyr, killing off a few of C'leon's precious Bronzeriders.
Now a Rider, Saraina and her three Blues hope to serve their Weyr to the best of their abilities. Maybe one day, she will find out whatever happened to Finandry, but as for now... her sights are set on training her self and her Dragon. If Selenitas was going to be pulled into battle, then they'd be ready for it. She might have come from a Hold that disliked Dragonriders, but Saraina could not picture a life without Hokth anymore. But their family keeps getting bigger, Solei the Canine has just added his unexpected face into the formula. What will happen next?
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards:
Name: Hokth
Color: Blue
Age: 5
Appearance: Sharply built, Hokth is an angular creature that gives off a stern or edgy appearance just from a glance. His fine bones are dainty, making him quick in flight. He is by no means bony, but he is quite thin, his long body made all of hard, yet light, muscle. This wiry frame is connected to long limbs, with his wings extremely long and handsome. They stretch out almost like draconic butterfly wings, yet end in razor-like tips. Though these large wings can be burdensome and slow him down, Hokth might be able to develop a way to fold them against his body to give him less air resistance, and be able to speed up that way. His tail, too, is long, and fashioned in such a thin way that it is almost whip-like. A single hard slap might leave a weal across someone, so whoever is unfortunate to run into the bad side of Hokth will not leave unscathed.
His color is magnificent, and such an unusual shade for someone of his nature. A vivid ocean-blue, the color of a storm-tossed sea, covers his body, even on every inch of him. However, the fascinating part of him is that, scattered across his body, are tiny specks of metallic purple, which gives him a purple sheen whenever his body turns to reflect light. In a way, he almost looks like a blue-purple jewel, or a chunk of a precious blue metal that sparkles in crisp violet. This bright shade may suggest a different sort of personality for Hokth, one of a bright, flamboyant blue. Oh, how that couldn?t be further from the truth! Hokth is living proof that looks can be deceiving.
Personality: Hokth?s coloring suggests sweetness, pleasantness, and compassion. However, it is necessary?perhaps even for a person?s own safety?to look at the build, not the color. His tail-whip is readily used as ?punishment? for those he doesn?t like. As one might tell from this fact alone, Hokth is not very kind to others unless His likes them, and even then, trust has to be built up through Hokth separately to the rider. Possessive of his rider, even simply looking at her the wrong way might cause him to lash out his long tail at them to make sure that they never do it again. This behavior of his might get him in trouble by all of his superiors, but Hokth isn?t the type to just let things lie.
He is very dominant, needing to be in control of everything he can?greens, blues, and sometimes even browns?and he does not take well to others controlling him. If someone tells him to do something, he might refuse completely if a lower color, and grudgingly is a bronze or queen does. If commanded to do something by someone of more authority, you can expect many grumblings on Hokth?s part. In fact, it is likely that unless someone is willing to meekly obey him, they will not get along at all.
If someone refuses to follow orders, or if they do them wrong, Hokth will get very frustrated. He may roar, he may growl, or he may slap his tail against the ground in irritation. This is enough to frighten the faint of heart, especially as he grows. However, he rarely actually harms someone out of frustration?he reserves that honor for people and dragons he is truly angry with.
The one shred of kindness he has is reserved for his rider, who he is tender and affectionate with. He loves bonding with his rider, and being bathed and oiled in solitude with her. Sometimes, he might enjoy lying on the riverbank with her, or maybe even actually swimming. He may never be completely light-hearted, but his tone is always lighter when talking to or about his beloved rider.
Canine
Name: Soleil (So-lay)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Soleil
The black of his coat extends to his belly, where it transfers into white. Solei has bright Blue eyes, which are very common for his species.
Personality: He is a momma's boy. Soleil will do anything to please his Pack leader, whether it be flee or fight! Generally kind and patient to those outside his strange pack, the Canine will get angry if he is constantly subjected to attention by anyone other than Saraina. Soleil loves to interact with other creatures not of the human race, and finds a non-ending stream of excitement in chasing Firelizards and Salamandyrs, they're like toys but they fly like Birds! As he gets older, the pup will grow into and out of areas of personality, but for now, he's just a happy bundle of fur and love.
Name:Zor
Color: Royal Blue
Age: 5 & 1/2 Turns
Physical Appearance: Zor is Royal blue in coloration, and his body is small and wiry, but perfect for fast flying.
Personality: This Blue flit is flirtatious with all greens, and tries to be flirty with the golds. Every time a green flitter rises he participates hoping to catch her. Zor can sing a little, which he love to do, he also uses his singing in his flirting... typical Zor. But unlike his younger counterpart, this blue is possessive of a lot of things, including greens and his His. Sensitive to Saraina on an emotional level, Zor will always appear when His needs him, that is if he isn't with her at that time.
Name: Scipio
Color: Midnight Blue
Age: 5 turns
Description: Like his egg, this little blue is darker in coloration than most of his color, but make no illusions: he is indeed blue, a rich midnight shade to be envied, like the sky at the darkest part of night. Pleasant is his coloring, smoothly balanced, though he has a strange and almost out of place slightly lighter spot right at the middle of his back, directly between both of his wings, that no doubt will earn second glances at some point in his life. He is on the small side for his color, with floppy wings that will deny him the grace many blues possess, but what he lacks in acrobatic ability, he will no doubt make up for in charm and friendliness.
Personality: This little flitter is just bursting with personality. He's a noisy one, and will likely annoy people - and dragons! - who prefer peace and quiet. He feels he has to have a say on every little thing and is prone to chattering and chirping at everything he sees, though he means well. Friendly and outgoing, he is more likely to be away from you than with you, and will likely fly right up to land on other people with no regard for their personal space; he doesn't mean any harm, but he's very inquisitive. However, he seems to possess a natural sense about people and as a result, he will likely end up always being there when you need him, as well as when other people could use comfort most of all. He is not at all possessive, and he is very hard to intimidate!
Knots: Double Cord:
Humans:
Name: Saraina
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bluerider
Born: September 16, 2993
Physical Appearance: Sara has very short, and spikey black hair that is tinted red, she is about 5 feet 10 and has green-gray eyes. She wears black leather knee-high boots, riding breaches and darker colored shirts with or without sleeves. Saraina rarely ever wears brightly colored cloths, and keeps to the darker colors because it's a habit that's hard to shake. She also carries the family crest on a small silver ring, that she wears on a leather thong around her neck. She's taken to wearing a snapcap to help keep her head warm in the winter.
Personality: Saraina is outspoken and often rude, not caring one way or another about how people view her. This Bluerider is extremely bold, and it would do people good to know, that yielding to anyone who questions or challenges her beliefs is almost impossible for her to do quietly. From her initiation into young adulthood, Sara had been raised second handedly in the ways of manipulation and subtly, each were crucial to becoming a good thief, even if it was her past... there were still uses for it in Weyrlife. Untrusting, her shell is harder to pierce than a shell of a dragon being gaurded by the mother, but once you do, she'll start to warm up to you. And although a person like the Bluerider can often be predictable, Sara is anything but, often ebbing against the flow rather than with it.
Although the Bluerider is usually not one for team activites, she loves to work side by side with her Dragon in wing training, and even alongside people if they were excersising. Between running with the streetcrowds at Southern, and having F'rah use running to break the condition that had formed, Sara never failed to see the necesity of training. It is one of her few, true loves.
History:Born and raised in Southern Hold, Saraina grew up in a moderately wealthy Hold family, her Father (Soran) and her Mother (Rina) dealt in dyes and fabrics. Their clothing and canvas's were made with loving care, and they had always believed that was the reason they have done so well. Along with her younger sister (Sarin), Saraina was expected to run with a crowd whose rank was equal or greater then her's, her parents didn't want their only children to associate with those of a lower class... or Dragonriders. In the beginning, the young girl enjoyed wearing her pretty dresses, flirting with the boys, and running about with a higher class. But that all changed when she met Finandry, who insisted on being called Fin, since he wouldn't answer to his full name for anyone. Fin was the son of a rival Fabric Merchant, but the even the word rival was pushing it, they often had to travel to find buyers for their wares. He was tall, handsome, and kind, the sort of guy you wouldn't expect to root around in the dirtiest layers of the Hold. And that he was, at least, when everyone was looking. Sure he'd run with the high crowd, but he'd often lie to his Parents, telling them one thing and then running with the thieves and the underground of Southern.
The two met at a Gather, one of the very few that the Hold holds, they quite literally ran into each other. Saraina had been running away from her Mother, she was trying to make her change her outfit for the third time, and the young teenager had just about had it with her mother's finicky attitude. As soon as Rina had looked away, Sara had hiked up her skirts and bolted, that is... as fast as she could without tripping over any of fabrics. While Fin was trying to slip his group of friends, he wasn't running, but he wasn't just walking either. Saraina had looked behind her for a split second, but that was all that was needed to place the older boy straight in her path. The steps that followed happened so fast, Saraina wasn't sure how the boy had been able to stop her from falling to the ground without tipping himself over either. It was probably a very cliche sight, a strong young man holding a blushing young girl, but what people might not have noticed was the fact the blushing young girl was stepping rather hard on the young man's foot. From that moment on, the two seemed to bump into each other a lot more often, whether by chance or on purpose. It took a month. A single month for Fin to transform Sara into what she is now, it was also in that month when the two found out the Girl's natural talent for pilfering and distractions.
The Merchant's Daughter had always had a knack for stealing, but it had never evolved past pinching food from the table, or a few spare 1/32 Marks from her parents. As soon as Fin found out, he began to work and mold her, slowly moving from stealing food to pick pocketing. They became a team, corrupting their higher ranked friends, until they too became part of Fin's circle. And as time wore on, Sara grew more and more attached to the boy, often getting depressed when he had to travel with his family's business. Fortunately, those trips never lasted too long, and the pair was once again back together. Fin used Saraina, as he used any of his other 'friends', and the more she adored the man... the more he could use her. She became a good thief as time wore on, never stealing just for herself, but for the whole of the group.
At sixteen, her relationship with Fin (now twenty) took another turn, one a little more personal. The two began courting each other behind the backs of their parents, often meeting together in the dead of night, rolling in fits of passion. Their relationship was a rather shady and dodgey one, one moment they could be fighting about something, and the next they could be feeling each other up in a dark corner. It was an unhealthy mix of emotions, and a very unhealthy relationship. But to Saraina's dismay, their relationship was not to last. Before Fin had gone on his last and final Merchant run with his family, the two had had an explosive fight over how their group should be run, since the rules had changed up at Selenitas a while ago. Both the Leader and the third in command had stormed out of the room, neither sucking up their pride long enough to make up before his trip.
Later, Saraina had found out that Fin had been searched by a Fort Rider on his trip, giving her no chance to clear her feelings up with the man. The week after the news had arrived, the girl spent it steeling her feelings, she wasn't going to show her lowlife friend how emotional she was being. Thus, marked the final change, a hard callus settled over her personality... changing it into the one thing she needed to be able to focus on her group. Her family duties only remembered so she could keep up her appearance... it wouldn't due to get caught now that she had come so far. The group had offered her Fin's old position, but she refused, turning it down for the third seat once more. She was comfortable in that place, not to high up, but high enough for the others to have to respect her. She was no longer under Fin's protection, she was on her own.
It wasn't long before their group recovered from their loss, and returned to petty stealing and selling, some of them in it for the thrill... and the other for the profits. Now that Fin no longer had a foothold in her life, Sara had time in the day to practice another hobby, one that appeased her parent's worry. She took up painting. And surprisingly, with practice and teachers, she turned out pretty good at it. Being able to visualize landscapes and structures had always been useful in thievery, but the girl never knew how wonderful it felt just to release the images building in her head onto canvas. Although this new hobby began to grow prominent in her life, Saraina never lost the time for thieving. But it only took getting caught once to ruin your streak...
She had gotten careless. She should have had her friend's flitter check whether or not the Brown Dragon was actually asleep, but that simple fact was her undoing. Saraina had just began to escape the scene with the Rider's leather bag, when she turned and ran smack dab into his chest, but this time... the man didn't catch her. Squawking slightly as she hit the ground, the young woman glared up at the man. The only man to have successfully foil her plans. He was tall, broad and looked like he could snap you in half by bending you over his knee. But looks can be deceiving, for instead of turning her into the Hold Guards, he had brought the issue to her parents with a proposition. They could clear her crime under the table, no chance of tarnishing her family's name, all Saraina had to do was come work for the Brownrider at Selenitas for a few months.
To her surprise, her parents agreed. Leaving their oldest daughter in the hands of a Dragonrider, Soran and Rina turned their attentions more on her sister, hoping that she could be saved from the life Saraina had wondered down. One would think that her stealing would stop as soon as she got to Selenitas, but in fact, it didn't. Fin had fed her fire, and it wouldn't dim as long as she had any say in it. But what she didn't know, was just how determined F'rah was in breaking her of that habit, and he was stubborn about it too. He began Sara on a training regiment, making her run until she couldn't think about much more than a bath, food, sleep and studies. Over the course of a few months, he had all but broken her of the habit, though he wasn't to surprised when something turned up that wasn't theirs. Saraina had been pronounced worthy as a candidate a month into her stay, so she had had a lot to think about, and her thoughts would often stray to Fin. She'd send him a letter every once in a while, but none of her letter's ever got a response, and eventually her letters stopped all together.
Then Aslath had risen... Aslath had Clutched... and then, before she knew what had happened, she was standing for the Hatching. Somewhere along the line, she had drawn a picture of the pregnant Queen, but she had yet to give it to the Weyrwoman. Egg after egg hatched, and as she stood by her only true friend (one she had helped adjust to Weyr life) Gina, a Blue had broke free from it's egg. It wasted little time in making it's way over to her, announcing that he knew she was His from inside his egg. His name was Hokth, and boy, he was a hand full. He fed Saraina's steely side, the duo becoming the background bullies of their Clutch (of which Gina had also Impressed a Dragon), though the Blue seemed to be a little more malicious than the Girl.
Through the Kidnapping to High Reaches and the Weyrling Massacre, Saraina helped her Weyrlingmaster through the ordeals, showing him her more caring side. And when Benden came in force to Selenitas, trying to execute Shmee and Kaegan, Saraina jumped to take charge of the Weyrlings when F'rah got occupied by a Bronzerider. It was a second nature from a past that felt like a generation ago, it felt good to be facing off a person, it reminded her of the thrill stealing had given her. None of the Weyrlings had died, in fact, there were now more than the number they had started with. Some of the Riders from the Weyrlingwing had chosen (or not willingly) to stay at Selenitas. Their Weyr had dealt a hefty blow to the other Weyr, killing off a few of C'leon's precious Bronzeriders.
Now a Rider, Saraina and her three Blues hope to serve their Weyr to the best of their abilities. Maybe one day, she will find out whatever happened to Finandry, but as for now... her sights are set on training her self and her Dragon. If Selenitas was going to be pulled into battle, then they'd be ready for it. She might have come from a Hold that disliked Dragonriders, but Saraina could not picture a life without Hokth anymore. But their family keeps getting bigger, Solei the Canine has just added his unexpected face into the formula. What will happen next?
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards:
Name: Hokth
Color: Blue
Age: 5
Appearance: Sharply built, Hokth is an angular creature that gives off a stern or edgy appearance just from a glance. His fine bones are dainty, making him quick in flight. He is by no means bony, but he is quite thin, his long body made all of hard, yet light, muscle. This wiry frame is connected to long limbs, with his wings extremely long and handsome. They stretch out almost like draconic butterfly wings, yet end in razor-like tips. Though these large wings can be burdensome and slow him down, Hokth might be able to develop a way to fold them against his body to give him less air resistance, and be able to speed up that way. His tail, too, is long, and fashioned in such a thin way that it is almost whip-like. A single hard slap might leave a weal across someone, so whoever is unfortunate to run into the bad side of Hokth will not leave unscathed.
His color is magnificent, and such an unusual shade for someone of his nature. A vivid ocean-blue, the color of a storm-tossed sea, covers his body, even on every inch of him. However, the fascinating part of him is that, scattered across his body, are tiny specks of metallic purple, which gives him a purple sheen whenever his body turns to reflect light. In a way, he almost looks like a blue-purple jewel, or a chunk of a precious blue metal that sparkles in crisp violet. This bright shade may suggest a different sort of personality for Hokth, one of a bright, flamboyant blue. Oh, how that couldn?t be further from the truth! Hokth is living proof that looks can be deceiving.
Personality: Hokth?s coloring suggests sweetness, pleasantness, and compassion. However, it is necessary?perhaps even for a person?s own safety?to look at the build, not the color. His tail-whip is readily used as ?punishment? for those he doesn?t like. As one might tell from this fact alone, Hokth is not very kind to others unless His likes them, and even then, trust has to be built up through Hokth separately to the rider. Possessive of his rider, even simply looking at her the wrong way might cause him to lash out his long tail at them to make sure that they never do it again. This behavior of his might get him in trouble by all of his superiors, but Hokth isn?t the type to just let things lie.
He is very dominant, needing to be in control of everything he can?greens, blues, and sometimes even browns?and he does not take well to others controlling him. If someone tells him to do something, he might refuse completely if a lower color, and grudgingly is a bronze or queen does. If commanded to do something by someone of more authority, you can expect many grumblings on Hokth?s part. In fact, it is likely that unless someone is willing to meekly obey him, they will not get along at all.
If someone refuses to follow orders, or if they do them wrong, Hokth will get very frustrated. He may roar, he may growl, or he may slap his tail against the ground in irritation. This is enough to frighten the faint of heart, especially as he grows. However, he rarely actually harms someone out of frustration?he reserves that honor for people and dragons he is truly angry with.
The one shred of kindness he has is reserved for his rider, who he is tender and affectionate with. He loves bonding with his rider, and being bathed and oiled in solitude with her. Sometimes, he might enjoy lying on the riverbank with her, or maybe even actually swimming. He may never be completely light-hearted, but his tone is always lighter when talking to or about his beloved rider.
Canine
Name: Soleil (So-lay)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Soleil
The black of his coat extends to his belly, where it transfers into white. Solei has bright Blue eyes, which are very common for his species.
Personality: He is a momma's boy. Soleil will do anything to please his Pack leader, whether it be flee or fight! Generally kind and patient to those outside his strange pack, the Canine will get angry if he is constantly subjected to attention by anyone other than Saraina. Soleil loves to interact with other creatures not of the human race, and finds a non-ending stream of excitement in chasing Firelizards and Salamandyrs, they're like toys but they fly like Birds! As he gets older, the pup will grow into and out of areas of personality, but for now, he's just a happy bundle of fur and love.
Name:Zor
Color: Royal Blue
Age: 5 & 1/2 Turns
Physical Appearance: Zor is Royal blue in coloration, and his body is small and wiry, but perfect for fast flying.
Personality: This Blue flit is flirtatious with all greens, and tries to be flirty with the golds. Every time a green flitter rises he participates hoping to catch her. Zor can sing a little, which he love to do, he also uses his singing in his flirting... typical Zor. But unlike his younger counterpart, this blue is possessive of a lot of things, including greens and his His. Sensitive to Saraina on an emotional level, Zor will always appear when His needs him, that is if he isn't with her at that time.
Name: Scipio
Color: Midnight Blue
Age: 5 turns
Description: Like his egg, this little blue is darker in coloration than most of his color, but make no illusions: he is indeed blue, a rich midnight shade to be envied, like the sky at the darkest part of night. Pleasant is his coloring, smoothly balanced, though he has a strange and almost out of place slightly lighter spot right at the middle of his back, directly between both of his wings, that no doubt will earn second glances at some point in his life. He is on the small side for his color, with floppy wings that will deny him the grace many blues possess, but what he lacks in acrobatic ability, he will no doubt make up for in charm and friendliness.
Personality: This little flitter is just bursting with personality. He's a noisy one, and will likely annoy people - and dragons! - who prefer peace and quiet. He feels he has to have a say on every little thing and is prone to chattering and chirping at everything he sees, though he means well. Friendly and outgoing, he is more likely to be away from you than with you, and will likely fly right up to land on other people with no regard for their personal space; he doesn't mean any harm, but he's very inquisitive. However, he seems to possess a natural sense about people and as a result, he will likely end up always being there when you need him, as well as when other people could use comfort most of all. He is not at all possessive, and he is very hard to intimidate!
Knots: Double Cord:
