Post by jaq on Oct 24, 2009 16:05:44 GMT -5
Humans:
Name: Dyudahlii
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: More open to a hetero relationship.
Rank: Junior Weyrling Rider
Physical Appearance: When you look upon Dyudahlii from a distance, it is at first hard to notice what it is in particular that gives you the unsettling sense that something is off or a bit odd about her. Her thick, black hair flows down to the back of her calves. Flecks of color adorn her hair, but on closer inspection one notices that these are not just simple decorations, but bits of bone, feathers, string and other objects taken from her collection. You might even notice a small bird skull or two woven into one of the few dreadlocks in her hair.
Then you take in her clothing, furs and tanned hides stitched together with strips of leather and sinew, once again decorated with her usual flare of bone-bits, feathers, and other odds and ends. What is even more intimidating is the feline skin that drapes across her shoulders as a makeshift cloak and the feline head that adorns her as some sort of morbid helm. One ear of the feline is pierced with a silver loop that has leather and string tassels to which beads and a feather is attached.
Her tan skin seams paler that one would expect from a person who spends most her time outdoors, which suggests that she's mostly nocturnal. She is also graced with a smooth, clear complexion, which is often hidden under a film of dirt and debris until she takes her weekly dip in the river. Around 5'7", she is long and lean. Strong and sinewy, she moves with the grace of a feline.
Long dark eyelashes frame pale grey eyes that seem to shine with a feral intensity. Angled eyebrows give her almond shaped eyes an even more intense look. A slender nose slopes smoothly to a small mouth and full lips. The bottom lip a bit fuller than the top, gives her a slightly pouty look. A widow's peak hair line, small rounded chin, and high cheekbones give her a heart shaped face that is quite pleasant to look upon. She is quite shapely but more athletic that voluptuous. It is obvious by her appearance and build that she is someone who provides for herself through her own strength and finesse and not on the wealth or the kindness of others.
Personality: Dyudahlii is not one of many words; actually she hardly speaks at all. She communicates more in body language, though she verbalizes quite often in grunts, huffs, and what resembles growls when irritated or angered, and humming, almost singing when in a good mood. This is not to say that she does not know how to speak, it is that she has not had much use for it over the turns so speech is not so natural to her anymore. When she does enter into conversation, she frustrates easily because it is sometimes hard for her to recall the right words to say to express her meaning, so she often finds it preferable to just abandon the conversation and turn away. She is unsocialized and has not really understood the need for others. She has depended on herself for so long that she just does not know what to do around people; she feels awkward around others and does not know what they expect from her.
Definitely an observer, she has an insatiable curiosity that can get her into trouble. A bit obsessive about decorating things, with a flare for things that tend to be unsettling or at least distasteful to most people. Sometime her decorations may end up where they may not be wanted, and if she is fond of someone or has respect for them she may leave them one of her decorations, a trinket from her collection, or a fresh bit of "food". Driven more by instinct than by reason, she is slow in trusting others. She is still however, a very thoughtful person, and actually quite intelligent. However with no real outlet or activity to exercise her intelligence and the added seclusion of her recent turns, her intelligence has contorted into an eccentricism that may border on the less sane at times.
History: Born to a wealthy, middle-classed family of tanners in Fort Hold, Liidah was arranged to join with a wealthy merchant's son on her 16th turn. However, by her 12th turn the childhood crush she had on the man her father frequently bought furs from developed into a secret love. Liidah and Dyne, a man 14 turns her senior, would meet in the woods after he came by with the furs for her father, Lyam. Dyne had been teaching her the ways of his trade since she showed an interest around her 8th or 9th turn. Watching Liidah grow since he had taken over his father's trade he developed a fondness for her over the turns. As the turns passed Liidah innocent admiration for the older man turned into an infatuation. She grew closer to him, clinging to him as they walked through the woods, holding him longer and closer then necessary when parted ways.
During her 13th turn she wanted to impress Dyne, to show him how capable she was, so she had wandered out into the forest in hopes of trapping something on her own. When Dyne arrived at her father's house to deliver the usual furs, he was greeted by an anxious Lyam, wondering why Dyne had taken his daughter out for so long. Dyne was confused because he had not seen Liidah all day. They were to meet for her lessons as usual, after he delivered the furs. Soon Dyne discovered that Liidah had told her father that she was going to go with Dyne to check his traps earlier that morning. Dyne recalled Liidah mentioning something about wanting to try trapping on her own but he had warned her against it, it was not safe and there had been some recent wher activity.
Rushing after his canines he was filled with worry. According to her Lyam she had left early this morning. She should have been back by now if all she had been doing was setting traps, which is what he expected she had done. Luckily, his canines knew her scent well and had quickly picked up on it. After a few minutes, they came upon her. The canines instantly went on the defensive, waiting for Dyne's next command. A wher was backing Liidah into a tree.
She had trapped a wherry, but unwilling to kill it she had just left it, hurt and bleeding in the trap. Its cries had attracted a nearby wher and it came to investigate. Dyne called his canines to harass the wher, nipping at its heels. Distracted by the canines, the wher did not notice Liidah backing away. Meanwhile Dyne released the wherry, setting it off in a direction that crossed the wher's path. The wher, just wanting a simple meal, saw the injured wherry trying to flee and decided to take off after it.
Swept away with the moment, Liidah had ran to Dyne, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him for the first time. Dyne was shocked to say the least, he had not really thought of Liidah in this way, and yet he had sometimes wished that it would be acceptable for them to be together. But with his blood flaring from the encounter with the wher, and with Liidah so warm against him, he gave in and return her kiss, holding her tightly too him as if never wanting to let her go again.
They kept their new relationship secret and continued on as normal. Every time Dyne was nearby trapping, he would meet with Liidah and continue her lessons. Their lessons lengthened as they spent more and more time getting to know one another. Months passed, their relationship took a more intimate turn and they began discussing what they should do about her upcoming joining with the merchant's son. How would they convince her father to break off a joining that was arranged before she was even born?
Returning home from setting traps with Dyne, Liidah decided to enjoy the walk and chose to travel along one of the more remote paths. She was thinking about what she should do, what she should tell her father, how she would plead her case with him or if she should even try. It would destroy her father's reputation to pull out of the joining arrangement. Words interrupted her thoughts. "Miss you should probably run."
She looked up and saw a young Fort bronze rider who couldn't be more than 16 turns. Slender but muscular, he had dark hair and a dark complexion, darker then most northerners. Leaning against a nearby tree, he had appeared calm, then she noticed his eyes, there was something off about them. They were a pale grey that seemed to darken as he stood fully and walked quickly toward her.
The confusion she had felt as she thought over his words was taken over by fear as he stalked toward her. She couldn’t have known that his bronze had just caught a green at nearby Fort Weyr. Neither could she have known that he had ventured into the woods to avoid just this situation, His warning was too little too late and her initiation into womanhood was spent in fear and pain.
Seeing that he had fallen asleep she rose to her feet. Hurt and filled with shame she slowly dressed and wandered off. Thoughts flooded her mind. He wasn’t rough with her, why didn’t she stop him? How could she just give in and let him take her innocence from her? Would Dyne still accept her? What would her father think? How could she let this happen?
A cry filled with pain, frustration and shame escaped from her as she collapsed to the ground and sobbed uncontrollably.
Dyne had still been setting traps and was heading to check some older traps as he heard a cry from nearby. When he found her, she was a crumpled on the forest floor sobbing. He called out to her with concern. Hearing her name she turned to him.
Weeks passed and Liidah found her self to be with child. Unsure of what to do she tried to keep it secret. However, her father soon found out. He immediately assumed it was Dyne’s doing, Liidah was too ashamed to tell him the truth and Dyne wanted to protect Liidah any way he could. Lyam worried for his daughter, he did not want her branded as holdless, so he demanded that Dyne take responsibility he sent them away to escape.
In a cruel twist of fate they were caught leaving Fort Hold. No explanations were allowed, and for shaming the wealthy merchant’s family by breaking the arrangement Liidah and Dyne were branded as holdless.
Calling on some favors from an old family friend, Dyne was able to gain them passage to the southern continent. As they had no where to go Dyne found a suitable location deep in the jungle to set up home. Soon Liidah bore a healthy baby girl and Dyne, taking her as his own, named her Dyudahlii. The birthing was difficult on Liidah and she would be unable to have any more children. They raised Dyudahlii as best as they could. Dyne taught her all he knew about the wild: trapping, hunting, and surviving. While Liidah taught her how to read, write, cook, sew, and many other skills she had learned as a young child.
Dyudahlii learned quickly and grew up strong. Not having any playmates she spent her free time either playing in the caves behind their home, or playing with the canines her father, Dyne, raised. Liidah and Dyne started taking her out trapping since the time she could walk. Trapping was not a business anymore but a way of life, of survival. They only had the animals they caught and the small amount of nuts and fruits they could gather from the jungle. The various pelts, once stitched together, provided their beds, blankets, clothing and more.
Unable to have more children, they spoiled the girl. She was raised never knowing the truth about her birth father and never having met another person outside of her mother and father. Dyudahlii was smart though, and curious, always asking her parents questions. But they kept evading her, distracting her with something else. Soon Dyudahlii gave up asking, realizing that her parents would not explain things to her until they were ready. All she knew of “others” was what she could gleam from her mother's stories and the books her mother had used to teach her how to read, mainly books of children’s stories, stories of dragons and their riders.
Unbeknown to her parents, Dyudahlii had listened to their hushed arguments over the turns and had learned that Dyne was not her birth father and that her parents came from Fort Hold. But Dyu kept this knowledge to herself, not wanting to further upset her parents.
When she was 9 turns, her life changed forever. Her mother and father went trapping and took the adult canines with them, leaving Dyudahlii behind to care for the two pups that had survived the latest litter. They would usually be out for only half a day or so before returning. But when night came and they still had not returned, she began to worry. They never have left her alone at night before. It was too dark for her to do anything now, so she waited, determined that she would search for them in the morning if they had not returned. As soon as it was day break, she gathered some supplies, put the pups in the pen with food and water, and headed out, searching along the normal trapping paths. After searching along many of the regular paths they took, she came upon a feline, scared at first until she realized it wasn’t moving. The undergrowth was thick in this area so she moved closer to get a better look. Then she noticed the bite marks in its body and her father’s dagger jammed in its neck. She looked around noticing the alpha canine, and then the few other members of the pack broken and bloody, all life had left them. She began to panic, shouting now for her mother and father. Noticing drag marks she followed them, she found them and stood frozen at what she saw. Her father had pulled himself over to the broken body of Liidah before he too had died.
It was too much to take in. Filled with despair and a rising hate for the feline, she turned and walked back toward it. Ripping her father’s dagger from its neck she started cutting through it, soon the head was disconnected and she continued skinning the feline. After completing her task she headed back home with the feline head and hide in tow. Upon arrival she headed straight to the caves and started preparing the hide for tanning. Once finished she planned on returning to the forest in an attempt to bury her parents as she had seen them do for the canines that had passed over the turns. However, just as she was heading out to start her task of digging graves she saw something that made her retreat back into the caves. A large creature flew overhead, she remembered reading about them and her parents spoke of them a few times, dragons, but why where they here, she had never seen one before. She was scared so she hid amongst the furs with the pups until she was sure it wouldn’t be back. Soon she fell asleep and what she awoke to was something she would never forget. Smoke was in the air. She headed to the front of the cave where she could see her home to see what was wrong, but she could not understand what she saw. Her home was destroyed and burning but it looked like something had eaten away at it before the fire. She stood there staring for what seemed like hours, noticing clumps of gray matter where there was no fire, which seemed to eat away at the jungle.
The cave was well stocked, it was the place her parents had stored their supplies, prepared and the hides, and where they had kept the canines. They had built a system of lanterns to light the caves and there was a small stream that flowed into one of the cave’s annexes. The main water source was a river that flowed a couple dozen yards from where her home used to be. The cave was her home now and it continued to be so for the next seven years. Knowing no other life ,she continued to trap and hunt small game. Her only companions, the two canines, Bawnii and Klaiid, which were left with her the day her parents died.
Now at 16 turns she has settled in to a sort of routine, setting traps, checking traps, hunting, exploring and decorating, she could spend hours decorating. On one of her excursions, Bawnii and Klaiid started acting strange, it wasn’t how they acted when they caught the scent of game, nor when they caught the scent of a feline, this was something new and they took chase. Dyudahlii called to them to stop but they took no heed, so she took off after them, catching up rather quickly. They stopped, and she froze, no more then a couple yards away stood two “others”.
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Not even being in Selenitas Weyr for a sevendays, Dyudahlii already attended her first fire lizard hatching and impressed a small, bouncing, brown hatchling, Qinaii.
Shortly after impressing Qinaii, she started attending candidate classes, while trying to acclimate herself to this new way of life.
Dragons/Fire Lizards/Salamandyrs:
Firelizard
Music of the Night Brown
Name: Qinaii
Color: Brown #FDE7C8
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Based off of: The White Rabbit
Physical Appearance: Small and decidedly oddly shaped is this firelizard, like staring at a round little… ball. Yes, ball. His body is positively roly-poly and his legs are slightly too short for his body, though the hind legs are significantly longer so that when he’s on the ground, he has the awkward dragon bunny-hop down to perfection. In fact, there’s nothing awkward about his hopping at all – he’s downright fascinating to watch on the ground and he spends more time on surfaces than he does flying (quite an odd trait for a firelizard if ever there was one). His wings are wide and long, but they’re usually clamped so tightly to his body that it’s difficult to identify their presence at all and he has very large, innocent-looking eyes that are deceptively bright no matter how foul of a mood he happens to be in. Interestingly, his claws are almost nonexistent, giving him a completely harmless look – as if he’s incapable of harming anyone, even in defense of himself. The lengths of his body combined together make it ridiculously easy for him to wrap his wings around himself, tuck his legs in, curl his tail over his body and roll into a ball that is almost impossible to identify as a firelizard. That he has very small ridges only helps this impression, and he’s small enough to be mistaken for a blue when he’s tightly balled up. This can be very strange to look at for those who are unfamiliar with him.
Equally strange is this brown firelizard’s color – which is actually so light as to appear almost white, or perhaps beige; certainly “brown” is not a color that most would identify with him right off the bat. The only markings he has are very sparse as well, adding to the bizarre look of his hide. His tail is entirely white, with the color spreading out in a wide, awkward circle at the base, as if he accidentally dipped it into a vat of paint. On the other hand, a thin dark brown ring surrounds one of his eyes, almost like a monocle; it’s extremely odd to say the least. That same shade of dark brown curls over his breast down to just above where his left back leg connects, stopping to form a very blatant dark brown circle. The very thin line almost seems like a chain and if one stares at him closely, there’s a network of ‘hands’ inside the dark brown circle in a shade of brown similar to gold, making it resemble a Terran clock of some kind. He has a medium brown ‘collar’ around his neck that resembles a bow, giving him a comically sophisticated look. Do try not to laugh.
Personality: This firelizard is, to put it gently, impatient. He has no tolerance for waiting on anything and will continually chatter and squawk when there’s something he wants. Constantly in motion, he appears to be overly energetic and eager, flying around entirely too fast for a creature of his color and periodically flying into things as a result; he’s not the most graceful of creatures. It’s very easy to fluster him and he can come across as quite a nag as a result. Everything is a matter of dire urgency, and there will be no waiting! Must hurry, must hurry! The frenzy in which he dives into everything (if you’re going to eat, eat fast, there is no time to waste!) can be maddening for those who aren’t familiar with him. It will take His a long time to adjust to the constant flurry of panicking that is his personality, as everything is a crisis. Everything. Being this paranoid will no doubt stress His – so it would do well for His mindmate to learn to keep a distance from his emotions. If firelizards could get ulcers, this little guy would definitely give himself one – he just cannot stand being late to anything, or procrastination of any kind. Responsibilities must be taken care of before any kind of playing can commence. Always.
While it might seem that this firelizard is uptight (he is), he does have other traits that redeem this seemingly incessant nagging habit. For example, he’s extremely reliable: if His ever asks him to do anything, he’ll not only remember to do it, but he’ll do it to the best of his ability in a timely fashion. This goes for creatures other than His, too. If he isn’t too busy, he’s always willing to deliver messages, retrieve items or help others, though he’ll always make sure that His is okay with his time being spent for others (he’s fond of asking permission to do anything). His memory is exceptional, too – he never seems to forget anything, whether it’s a compliment, an insult, or a kind act. He’ll always remember and usually treat those around him based on their past interactions with him (so he holds grudges for a long time but when he makes friends, it’s usually near-permanent, too – he’s loyal). A friend is a friend for life.
In a nutshell, this firelizard can appear very bossy, very noisy, and definitely irritating, but – he also exemplifies the belief that slow-and-steady wins the race. He always does as he’s asked by His, he’s fiercely loyal and dedicated, and he can be counted on to remember everything. And aside from a tendency to squawk, shriek and panic whenever the subject of procrastination is brought up (bad!), he’s also usually pretty pleasant to be around. He’s very affectionate to His, after all; he wouldn’t bond to someone that he didn’t love completely. He only wants the best!
Dragon
Hidden Dangers Green
Name: Nemmalorith
Color: Green
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Personality: Cocky and full of herself, Nemmalorith thinks that she is the best thing there is. Because of that, she flaunts herself in front of males, knowing that she will be the very center of their attention. In twenty first century terms, Nemmalorith could be the stereotypical 'head Cheerleader', the catty popular female who thinks everyone who isn't up to her standards should be ignored. She doesn't listen to others well, wanting everyone to listen to her instead. This Green isn't bubbleheaded, no, if fact she is very smart. Manipulative, Nemmalorith enjoys getting Dragons to talk about other Dragons behind their backs. Spreading hurtful gossip around the Weyr is something she enjoys to do, finding it to her advantage when it allows her to keep her position among friends. Not only is she cocky, but she is rather vapid and shallow as well. Aiming to flirt with any male and sway them to her side. She doesn't care if she tricks the males, as long as they are close to her.
Nemmalorith is not a placid female in the least. She often lashes out at those around her just for fun, as long as they are not part of her clique. She is not afraid to start or participate in a fight or scuffle to prove that she deserves the attention that is undoubtedly lavished upon her. If she had been human, you could consider her trigger happy. Nemmalorith loves to be the tough one; she thinks she needs to be strong to be a leader.
Appearance: Agile, this Green is incredibly flexible and thin. And despite her sleek appearance, Nemmalorith is very powerful for a Green. She has the endurance expected of a large blue, and has the strength of one as well. This is because of the thin but extraordinarily dense muscle that covers her structure, and when she walks it is hard not to notice their definition under her Hide. She has a long neck and tail, but her wings are the most defined of her limbs. Their build allowing her the ability to turn on a dime, and build speeds that are almost matched by no other. Nemmalorith has the same algae color as her base like her sister Feyrianth. She too sports the slightly reflective green spots, and seems to shimmer when the sun hit her hide. If they had not been born from two separate eggs, many could think that the two females were twins. The Placements of the green dots are of course, in different places on Nemmalorith. She is also slightly darker in pigmentation. Her color alone will attract males, like a glowlight attracts moths.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only):
Queen Only? (Females Only): No queenie.
Desired Dragon Color: Green if possible, others are acceptable.
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Dragon.
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Name: Dyudahlii
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: More open to a hetero relationship.
Rank: Junior Weyrling Rider
Physical Appearance: When you look upon Dyudahlii from a distance, it is at first hard to notice what it is in particular that gives you the unsettling sense that something is off or a bit odd about her. Her thick, black hair flows down to the back of her calves. Flecks of color adorn her hair, but on closer inspection one notices that these are not just simple decorations, but bits of bone, feathers, string and other objects taken from her collection. You might even notice a small bird skull or two woven into one of the few dreadlocks in her hair.
Then you take in her clothing, furs and tanned hides stitched together with strips of leather and sinew, once again decorated with her usual flare of bone-bits, feathers, and other odds and ends. What is even more intimidating is the feline skin that drapes across her shoulders as a makeshift cloak and the feline head that adorns her as some sort of morbid helm. One ear of the feline is pierced with a silver loop that has leather and string tassels to which beads and a feather is attached.
Her tan skin seams paler that one would expect from a person who spends most her time outdoors, which suggests that she's mostly nocturnal. She is also graced with a smooth, clear complexion, which is often hidden under a film of dirt and debris until she takes her weekly dip in the river. Around 5'7", she is long and lean. Strong and sinewy, she moves with the grace of a feline.
Long dark eyelashes frame pale grey eyes that seem to shine with a feral intensity. Angled eyebrows give her almond shaped eyes an even more intense look. A slender nose slopes smoothly to a small mouth and full lips. The bottom lip a bit fuller than the top, gives her a slightly pouty look. A widow's peak hair line, small rounded chin, and high cheekbones give her a heart shaped face that is quite pleasant to look upon. She is quite shapely but more athletic that voluptuous. It is obvious by her appearance and build that she is someone who provides for herself through her own strength and finesse and not on the wealth or the kindness of others.
Personality: Dyudahlii is not one of many words; actually she hardly speaks at all. She communicates more in body language, though she verbalizes quite often in grunts, huffs, and what resembles growls when irritated or angered, and humming, almost singing when in a good mood. This is not to say that she does not know how to speak, it is that she has not had much use for it over the turns so speech is not so natural to her anymore. When she does enter into conversation, she frustrates easily because it is sometimes hard for her to recall the right words to say to express her meaning, so she often finds it preferable to just abandon the conversation and turn away. She is unsocialized and has not really understood the need for others. She has depended on herself for so long that she just does not know what to do around people; she feels awkward around others and does not know what they expect from her.
Definitely an observer, she has an insatiable curiosity that can get her into trouble. A bit obsessive about decorating things, with a flare for things that tend to be unsettling or at least distasteful to most people. Sometime her decorations may end up where they may not be wanted, and if she is fond of someone or has respect for them she may leave them one of her decorations, a trinket from her collection, or a fresh bit of "food". Driven more by instinct than by reason, she is slow in trusting others. She is still however, a very thoughtful person, and actually quite intelligent. However with no real outlet or activity to exercise her intelligence and the added seclusion of her recent turns, her intelligence has contorted into an eccentricism that may border on the less sane at times.
History: Born to a wealthy, middle-classed family of tanners in Fort Hold, Liidah was arranged to join with a wealthy merchant's son on her 16th turn. However, by her 12th turn the childhood crush she had on the man her father frequently bought furs from developed into a secret love. Liidah and Dyne, a man 14 turns her senior, would meet in the woods after he came by with the furs for her father, Lyam. Dyne had been teaching her the ways of his trade since she showed an interest around her 8th or 9th turn. Watching Liidah grow since he had taken over his father's trade he developed a fondness for her over the turns. As the turns passed Liidah innocent admiration for the older man turned into an infatuation. She grew closer to him, clinging to him as they walked through the woods, holding him longer and closer then necessary when parted ways.
During her 13th turn she wanted to impress Dyne, to show him how capable she was, so she had wandered out into the forest in hopes of trapping something on her own. When Dyne arrived at her father's house to deliver the usual furs, he was greeted by an anxious Lyam, wondering why Dyne had taken his daughter out for so long. Dyne was confused because he had not seen Liidah all day. They were to meet for her lessons as usual, after he delivered the furs. Soon Dyne discovered that Liidah had told her father that she was going to go with Dyne to check his traps earlier that morning. Dyne recalled Liidah mentioning something about wanting to try trapping on her own but he had warned her against it, it was not safe and there had been some recent wher activity.
Rushing after his canines he was filled with worry. According to her Lyam she had left early this morning. She should have been back by now if all she had been doing was setting traps, which is what he expected she had done. Luckily, his canines knew her scent well and had quickly picked up on it. After a few minutes, they came upon her. The canines instantly went on the defensive, waiting for Dyne's next command. A wher was backing Liidah into a tree.
She had trapped a wherry, but unwilling to kill it she had just left it, hurt and bleeding in the trap. Its cries had attracted a nearby wher and it came to investigate. Dyne called his canines to harass the wher, nipping at its heels. Distracted by the canines, the wher did not notice Liidah backing away. Meanwhile Dyne released the wherry, setting it off in a direction that crossed the wher's path. The wher, just wanting a simple meal, saw the injured wherry trying to flee and decided to take off after it.
Swept away with the moment, Liidah had ran to Dyne, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him for the first time. Dyne was shocked to say the least, he had not really thought of Liidah in this way, and yet he had sometimes wished that it would be acceptable for them to be together. But with his blood flaring from the encounter with the wher, and with Liidah so warm against him, he gave in and return her kiss, holding her tightly too him as if never wanting to let her go again.
They kept their new relationship secret and continued on as normal. Every time Dyne was nearby trapping, he would meet with Liidah and continue her lessons. Their lessons lengthened as they spent more and more time getting to know one another. Months passed, their relationship took a more intimate turn and they began discussing what they should do about her upcoming joining with the merchant's son. How would they convince her father to break off a joining that was arranged before she was even born?
Returning home from setting traps with Dyne, Liidah decided to enjoy the walk and chose to travel along one of the more remote paths. She was thinking about what she should do, what she should tell her father, how she would plead her case with him or if she should even try. It would destroy her father's reputation to pull out of the joining arrangement. Words interrupted her thoughts. "Miss you should probably run."
She looked up and saw a young Fort bronze rider who couldn't be more than 16 turns. Slender but muscular, he had dark hair and a dark complexion, darker then most northerners. Leaning against a nearby tree, he had appeared calm, then she noticed his eyes, there was something off about them. They were a pale grey that seemed to darken as he stood fully and walked quickly toward her.
The confusion she had felt as she thought over his words was taken over by fear as he stalked toward her. She couldn’t have known that his bronze had just caught a green at nearby Fort Weyr. Neither could she have known that he had ventured into the woods to avoid just this situation, His warning was too little too late and her initiation into womanhood was spent in fear and pain.
Seeing that he had fallen asleep she rose to her feet. Hurt and filled with shame she slowly dressed and wandered off. Thoughts flooded her mind. He wasn’t rough with her, why didn’t she stop him? How could she just give in and let him take her innocence from her? Would Dyne still accept her? What would her father think? How could she let this happen?
A cry filled with pain, frustration and shame escaped from her as she collapsed to the ground and sobbed uncontrollably.
Dyne had still been setting traps and was heading to check some older traps as he heard a cry from nearby. When he found her, she was a crumpled on the forest floor sobbing. He called out to her with concern. Hearing her name she turned to him.
Weeks passed and Liidah found her self to be with child. Unsure of what to do she tried to keep it secret. However, her father soon found out. He immediately assumed it was Dyne’s doing, Liidah was too ashamed to tell him the truth and Dyne wanted to protect Liidah any way he could. Lyam worried for his daughter, he did not want her branded as holdless, so he demanded that Dyne take responsibility he sent them away to escape.
In a cruel twist of fate they were caught leaving Fort Hold. No explanations were allowed, and for shaming the wealthy merchant’s family by breaking the arrangement Liidah and Dyne were branded as holdless.
Calling on some favors from an old family friend, Dyne was able to gain them passage to the southern continent. As they had no where to go Dyne found a suitable location deep in the jungle to set up home. Soon Liidah bore a healthy baby girl and Dyne, taking her as his own, named her Dyudahlii. The birthing was difficult on Liidah and she would be unable to have any more children. They raised Dyudahlii as best as they could. Dyne taught her all he knew about the wild: trapping, hunting, and surviving. While Liidah taught her how to read, write, cook, sew, and many other skills she had learned as a young child.
Dyudahlii learned quickly and grew up strong. Not having any playmates she spent her free time either playing in the caves behind their home, or playing with the canines her father, Dyne, raised. Liidah and Dyne started taking her out trapping since the time she could walk. Trapping was not a business anymore but a way of life, of survival. They only had the animals they caught and the small amount of nuts and fruits they could gather from the jungle. The various pelts, once stitched together, provided their beds, blankets, clothing and more.
Unable to have more children, they spoiled the girl. She was raised never knowing the truth about her birth father and never having met another person outside of her mother and father. Dyudahlii was smart though, and curious, always asking her parents questions. But they kept evading her, distracting her with something else. Soon Dyudahlii gave up asking, realizing that her parents would not explain things to her until they were ready. All she knew of “others” was what she could gleam from her mother's stories and the books her mother had used to teach her how to read, mainly books of children’s stories, stories of dragons and their riders.
Unbeknown to her parents, Dyudahlii had listened to their hushed arguments over the turns and had learned that Dyne was not her birth father and that her parents came from Fort Hold. But Dyu kept this knowledge to herself, not wanting to further upset her parents.
When she was 9 turns, her life changed forever. Her mother and father went trapping and took the adult canines with them, leaving Dyudahlii behind to care for the two pups that had survived the latest litter. They would usually be out for only half a day or so before returning. But when night came and they still had not returned, she began to worry. They never have left her alone at night before. It was too dark for her to do anything now, so she waited, determined that she would search for them in the morning if they had not returned. As soon as it was day break, she gathered some supplies, put the pups in the pen with food and water, and headed out, searching along the normal trapping paths. After searching along many of the regular paths they took, she came upon a feline, scared at first until she realized it wasn’t moving. The undergrowth was thick in this area so she moved closer to get a better look. Then she noticed the bite marks in its body and her father’s dagger jammed in its neck. She looked around noticing the alpha canine, and then the few other members of the pack broken and bloody, all life had left them. She began to panic, shouting now for her mother and father. Noticing drag marks she followed them, she found them and stood frozen at what she saw. Her father had pulled himself over to the broken body of Liidah before he too had died.
It was too much to take in. Filled with despair and a rising hate for the feline, she turned and walked back toward it. Ripping her father’s dagger from its neck she started cutting through it, soon the head was disconnected and she continued skinning the feline. After completing her task she headed back home with the feline head and hide in tow. Upon arrival she headed straight to the caves and started preparing the hide for tanning. Once finished she planned on returning to the forest in an attempt to bury her parents as she had seen them do for the canines that had passed over the turns. However, just as she was heading out to start her task of digging graves she saw something that made her retreat back into the caves. A large creature flew overhead, she remembered reading about them and her parents spoke of them a few times, dragons, but why where they here, she had never seen one before. She was scared so she hid amongst the furs with the pups until she was sure it wouldn’t be back. Soon she fell asleep and what she awoke to was something she would never forget. Smoke was in the air. She headed to the front of the cave where she could see her home to see what was wrong, but she could not understand what she saw. Her home was destroyed and burning but it looked like something had eaten away at it before the fire. She stood there staring for what seemed like hours, noticing clumps of gray matter where there was no fire, which seemed to eat away at the jungle.
The cave was well stocked, it was the place her parents had stored their supplies, prepared and the hides, and where they had kept the canines. They had built a system of lanterns to light the caves and there was a small stream that flowed into one of the cave’s annexes. The main water source was a river that flowed a couple dozen yards from where her home used to be. The cave was her home now and it continued to be so for the next seven years. Knowing no other life ,she continued to trap and hunt small game. Her only companions, the two canines, Bawnii and Klaiid, which were left with her the day her parents died.
Now at 16 turns she has settled in to a sort of routine, setting traps, checking traps, hunting, exploring and decorating, she could spend hours decorating. On one of her excursions, Bawnii and Klaiid started acting strange, it wasn’t how they acted when they caught the scent of game, nor when they caught the scent of a feline, this was something new and they took chase. Dyudahlii called to them to stop but they took no heed, so she took off after them, catching up rather quickly. They stopped, and she froze, no more then a couple yards away stood two “others”.
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Not even being in Selenitas Weyr for a sevendays, Dyudahlii already attended her first fire lizard hatching and impressed a small, bouncing, brown hatchling, Qinaii.
Shortly after impressing Qinaii, she started attending candidate classes, while trying to acclimate herself to this new way of life.
Dragons/Fire Lizards/Salamandyrs:
Firelizard
Music of the Night Brown
Name: Qinaii
Color: Brown #FDE7C8
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Based off of: The White Rabbit
Physical Appearance: Small and decidedly oddly shaped is this firelizard, like staring at a round little… ball. Yes, ball. His body is positively roly-poly and his legs are slightly too short for his body, though the hind legs are significantly longer so that when he’s on the ground, he has the awkward dragon bunny-hop down to perfection. In fact, there’s nothing awkward about his hopping at all – he’s downright fascinating to watch on the ground and he spends more time on surfaces than he does flying (quite an odd trait for a firelizard if ever there was one). His wings are wide and long, but they’re usually clamped so tightly to his body that it’s difficult to identify their presence at all and he has very large, innocent-looking eyes that are deceptively bright no matter how foul of a mood he happens to be in. Interestingly, his claws are almost nonexistent, giving him a completely harmless look – as if he’s incapable of harming anyone, even in defense of himself. The lengths of his body combined together make it ridiculously easy for him to wrap his wings around himself, tuck his legs in, curl his tail over his body and roll into a ball that is almost impossible to identify as a firelizard. That he has very small ridges only helps this impression, and he’s small enough to be mistaken for a blue when he’s tightly balled up. This can be very strange to look at for those who are unfamiliar with him.
Equally strange is this brown firelizard’s color – which is actually so light as to appear almost white, or perhaps beige; certainly “brown” is not a color that most would identify with him right off the bat. The only markings he has are very sparse as well, adding to the bizarre look of his hide. His tail is entirely white, with the color spreading out in a wide, awkward circle at the base, as if he accidentally dipped it into a vat of paint. On the other hand, a thin dark brown ring surrounds one of his eyes, almost like a monocle; it’s extremely odd to say the least. That same shade of dark brown curls over his breast down to just above where his left back leg connects, stopping to form a very blatant dark brown circle. The very thin line almost seems like a chain and if one stares at him closely, there’s a network of ‘hands’ inside the dark brown circle in a shade of brown similar to gold, making it resemble a Terran clock of some kind. He has a medium brown ‘collar’ around his neck that resembles a bow, giving him a comically sophisticated look. Do try not to laugh.
Personality: This firelizard is, to put it gently, impatient. He has no tolerance for waiting on anything and will continually chatter and squawk when there’s something he wants. Constantly in motion, he appears to be overly energetic and eager, flying around entirely too fast for a creature of his color and periodically flying into things as a result; he’s not the most graceful of creatures. It’s very easy to fluster him and he can come across as quite a nag as a result. Everything is a matter of dire urgency, and there will be no waiting! Must hurry, must hurry! The frenzy in which he dives into everything (if you’re going to eat, eat fast, there is no time to waste!) can be maddening for those who aren’t familiar with him. It will take His a long time to adjust to the constant flurry of panicking that is his personality, as everything is a crisis. Everything. Being this paranoid will no doubt stress His – so it would do well for His mindmate to learn to keep a distance from his emotions. If firelizards could get ulcers, this little guy would definitely give himself one – he just cannot stand being late to anything, or procrastination of any kind. Responsibilities must be taken care of before any kind of playing can commence. Always.
While it might seem that this firelizard is uptight (he is), he does have other traits that redeem this seemingly incessant nagging habit. For example, he’s extremely reliable: if His ever asks him to do anything, he’ll not only remember to do it, but he’ll do it to the best of his ability in a timely fashion. This goes for creatures other than His, too. If he isn’t too busy, he’s always willing to deliver messages, retrieve items or help others, though he’ll always make sure that His is okay with his time being spent for others (he’s fond of asking permission to do anything). His memory is exceptional, too – he never seems to forget anything, whether it’s a compliment, an insult, or a kind act. He’ll always remember and usually treat those around him based on their past interactions with him (so he holds grudges for a long time but when he makes friends, it’s usually near-permanent, too – he’s loyal). A friend is a friend for life.
In a nutshell, this firelizard can appear very bossy, very noisy, and definitely irritating, but – he also exemplifies the belief that slow-and-steady wins the race. He always does as he’s asked by His, he’s fiercely loyal and dedicated, and he can be counted on to remember everything. And aside from a tendency to squawk, shriek and panic whenever the subject of procrastination is brought up (bad!), he’s also usually pretty pleasant to be around. He’s very affectionate to His, after all; he wouldn’t bond to someone that he didn’t love completely. He only wants the best!
Dragon
Hidden Dangers Green
Name: Nemmalorith
Color: Green
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Personality: Cocky and full of herself, Nemmalorith thinks that she is the best thing there is. Because of that, she flaunts herself in front of males, knowing that she will be the very center of their attention. In twenty first century terms, Nemmalorith could be the stereotypical 'head Cheerleader', the catty popular female who thinks everyone who isn't up to her standards should be ignored. She doesn't listen to others well, wanting everyone to listen to her instead. This Green isn't bubbleheaded, no, if fact she is very smart. Manipulative, Nemmalorith enjoys getting Dragons to talk about other Dragons behind their backs. Spreading hurtful gossip around the Weyr is something she enjoys to do, finding it to her advantage when it allows her to keep her position among friends. Not only is she cocky, but she is rather vapid and shallow as well. Aiming to flirt with any male and sway them to her side. She doesn't care if she tricks the males, as long as they are close to her.
Nemmalorith is not a placid female in the least. She often lashes out at those around her just for fun, as long as they are not part of her clique. She is not afraid to start or participate in a fight or scuffle to prove that she deserves the attention that is undoubtedly lavished upon her. If she had been human, you could consider her trigger happy. Nemmalorith loves to be the tough one; she thinks she needs to be strong to be a leader.
Appearance: Agile, this Green is incredibly flexible and thin. And despite her sleek appearance, Nemmalorith is very powerful for a Green. She has the endurance expected of a large blue, and has the strength of one as well. This is because of the thin but extraordinarily dense muscle that covers her structure, and when she walks it is hard not to notice their definition under her Hide. She has a long neck and tail, but her wings are the most defined of her limbs. Their build allowing her the ability to turn on a dime, and build speeds that are almost matched by no other. Nemmalorith has the same algae color as her base like her sister Feyrianth. She too sports the slightly reflective green spots, and seems to shimmer when the sun hit her hide. If they had not been born from two separate eggs, many could think that the two females were twins. The Placements of the green dots are of course, in different places on Nemmalorith. She is also slightly darker in pigmentation. Her color alone will attract males, like a glowlight attracts moths.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only):
Queen Only? (Females Only): No queenie.
Desired Dragon Color: Green if possible, others are acceptable.
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Dragon.
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