Post by boober on Oct 28, 2007 13:49:54 GMT -5
Killed in the Siege of Selenitas
Name: Cezine
Age: 19 [Born in September]
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:
Standing at roughly 5'4, this young woman is fairly average as far as her height goes, looking up at most men and meeting most women eye-to-eye. Her skintone is a light golden brown, though it's hard to say whether it's sun-induced or hereditary. Perhaps a bit of both. Her hair, at first, is easily and often mistaken for black. It's very dark indeed, and spirals down between her jaw and shoulders in waves. The ends curl into tight little ringlets, no matter what's done with them. In any decent light, however, it quickly becomes obvious that her hair is not black, but is in fact a deep, dark red. Her eyes are a tad on the large side, but somewhat narrow, lending her a dusky, come-hither appearance. They are a smoky gray-blue in color and fringed with thick, dark lashes.
Fitting to her height, Cezine's build is not stocky or muscled. Rather, she sports a leaner, more willowy build. She is not 'skinny' by any means and boasts ample feminine curves. Her waist is slim and narrow, a bit on the short side, and while her hips can't be considered 'large' by any means, she has enough to make it clear that she's a woman. Legs and arms are long and slender as well.
Her cheekbones are high and her lips full and inviting, especially when she smiles. All in all, she has the potential to be a very elegant woman, and at times exhibits a fair amount of grace and poise in her movements. The only thing marring her physical attractiveness is the scars that criss-cross her lower back and legs. They were deep wounds, but fortunately they remain covered by her clothes, and no one sees them unless they happen to spot her naked or scantily clad.
Personality:
Despite what snap judgments people might make of her upon first appearance, Cezine is a quiet young woman who keeps her opinions to herself unless she feels they're of vital importance. She is not prone to 'butting in' unless, again, she feels it's necessary. She has a quiet air of dependability, and she's an excellent listener. She is in no way set in her ways and is very open-minded. If she were to ever pass a snap judgment on someone (which she does very rarely), it would be kept behind a mask of blank politeness and never passed on to anyone. Along with this, she displays a certain strength and almost stubbornness even though neither of these qualities are readily apparent until some situation brings them out in her. The same can be said of her courage, though there's little that can truly intimidate her. Threats only make her angry and punishments make her more determined to not get caught doing whatever it is she might get punished for.
Ordinarily, Cezine's temper is not the explosive sort. She has a long fuse and is capable of taking a lot of crap before finally reacting. When she is pushed to the limit, hers is a slow-burning temper that can last for hours, days, even Turns. Grudges make up a huge part of her temper, and much of the time she is unwilling to forgive, let alone forget. She also has a penchant for being extremely petty to those who have angered her in some way, although she hides it quite well. Cezine finds it hard to believe in 'being the better person' when she feels she's been wronged somehow. Two wrongs may not make a right, but it sure makes /her/ feel better. Fortunately, she's not one to dwell on issues such as these; while it's true it's hard for her to forgive and impossible to forget, she chooses to focus her energies on other things rather than dwell on the negative and become bitter.
Probably her greatest fault is her tendency to turn things on herself. Cezine tends to take people under her wing, lead the leaderless, and provide support for whomever needs or wants it. She often spreads herself too thin, and when some calamity befalls her (major or minor), it's a great upset to her. She often turns bitter blame onto herself, whether said incident was her fault or not; she will always somehow convinced herself there was something she could have done to prevent it or lessen the consequences. Fortunately, rather than mope and cry for a sevenday, she quickly picks herself up and moves on, determined to learn something rather than make herself a burden for others to carry.
History:
Cezine was born in Southern Hold to the Lord Holder and his Lady. She was only one of many children in the household, but she was in no way ignored or overlooked. Her many siblings are most likely the reason for her quiet ways; she was one of the oldest, therefore, for as long as she could remember, she was always caring for someone. Soothing hurts both real and imagined started to make up Cezine's days. As a little girl, she learned that she could get what she wanted by being quiet and listening, and the grown-ups were more likely to acknowledge her in the way she desired if she spoke softly instead of shouting and throwing tantrums. Thus, in spite of being the brat of a Lord and Lady Holder, she was, incidentally, a very well-behaved child.
As she grew older, Cezine found herself caring for her younger siblings and not really minding that there wasn't really anyone to care for her, save very busy parents. Displaying a sort independence early on, she led her siblings with firm discipline wherever they went, and she often got results that were just as good as (if not sometimes better than) those her parents received. In spite of this, though, she did not see herself having the typical life of a Holdbred girl, marrying and bearing children of her own. While she was fond of her siblings, to be sure, she found child-rearing a bit too mundane for her tastes... even at the tender age of nine Turns. Being her mother's firstborn and the third oldest, Cezine was, to some degree, doted upon. It was something she tolerated, but never actually appreciated.
Eventually, as she became older and wiser, her interests broadened. There was a whole other world out there beyond the Hold boundaries. But she soon discovered that it was not a world she would be happy in. The war between the Weyrs to the north was enough to discomfit anyone; Cezine had never been close to a dragon, but the thought of pitting them against each other seemed /wrong/ to her somehow. In spite of her thoughts, her opinions were kept to herself, and the outside world was like a Threadfall gone bad; it was gruesome, but she couldn't stop 'watching'. Selenitas in the south wasn't much better. Many of the people in her Hold feared and loathed the Weyr. Her own parents, especially her father, was one of the strongest of the opposition. Little did he, or his family, know that they would soon be given all the more reason to despise Selenitas.
Shortly after Cezine's 14th birthing day, a dragon came to the Hold. Unlike days of old, no one crowded around him in awe and wonder. A few Holders reluctantly trickled out to see what was going on, but none gathered eagerly to greet the dragonman even as he dismounted. Klanimor went to speak with him, though it was clear from the look on the Lord Holder's face that it was a task he would rather do without. Her curiosity getting the better of her, young Cezine walked outside to get a look at the dragon. In spite of all the things that she had heard about them, she couldn't help but feel a small inkling of awe at the sight of the beast. The two men were all but ignored as she peered wonderingly at the beast. After a moment or two, her father turned and stalked back inside, issuing a curt demand for Cezine to follow him. Reluctantly pulling her gaze from the dragon, Cezine turned to do so, for she was a good and obedient girl.
Most of the time.
Klanimor, believing his daughter to be right behind him, continued on his way even as she stopped and looked back. A thrill ran through her body as she realized the beast was looking back at her! Charmed, she didn't realize she was smiling until the dragonrider, having apparently been prepared to leave, spotted her. Cezine couldn't have known it at the time, but the dragon had pointed her out to his rider, who then turned toward her with a disarming smile to inquire as to whether she'd like to get a closer look. Intrigued, Cezine sidled up to the dragon and his rider in order to do just that. As she admired the beast, she suddenly found herself being asked to accompany them back to the Weyr. Suspicious, Cezine politely declined. She'd heard enough about all of the Weyrs to not ever want to see one. But as it turned out, she wouldn't be getting a choice. As the girl turned to retreat back into her home, she was suddenly snatched and hauled up onto the dragon by strong arms. It didn't occur to her to scream, only to shout insults as she slapped and punched at the rider in an effort to get him to let her go. While the commotion had been enough to draw several people outside, the dragon and his rider, with their stolen goods, were well into sky by then, and quickly vanished.
Once at the Weyr, Cezine was introduced as a 'Candidate', no matter how unwilling a Candidate she'd been. Although she was terrified, she didn't dare display it, tucking it neatly behind her hatred for Selenitas. But there was naught that could be done now; she didn't know who she could trust, if anyone, and did not dare to ask for someone to take her home, or risk telling what happened lest they think her a liar. And so it was that she went through the role of Candidate, doing the chores and attending the lessons. Even as she hated the Weyr, some traitor part of her was fascinated by it, and she couldn't help but wonder what if she actually Impressed? But, apparently, it was not to be. There had been no clutch on the Sands at the time of her "Search", but just before she turned 15, the queen flew and one was produced. As the Hatching Day drew near, Cezine found herself as excited and jittery as the rest of the Candidates. As they were ushered onto the Sands, her heart pounded and her stomach fluttered; the Hatching was about to begin!
As the eggs produced their many-colored hatchlings, Cezine was enraptured. She was learning that a Hatching was a beautiful thing, and yet... those joyous faces could be so very different in the future. It was hard to believe. At one point, her attention was caught and held by a particular dragonet, and as such, she didn't realize that there was a dragonet coming up behind her. The impatient squawk reached her ears too late, and before she could even turn around, the girl found herself face-down in the burning sand as claws and teeth tore into her flesh. As before, Cezine did not scream; rather, she curled up into a ball in an effort to protect her face, head, and stomach and calmly waited out the onslaught. As suddenly as it began, the mauling ended, leaving her back a shredded, bloodied mess. Calm though she may have looked on the outside, the girl was anything but, her mind writhing and screaming in agony from the deep gashes. She hadn't even seen the dragonet responsible, and no one had even so much as told her the color. Not that it mattered; Cezine was swept off the Sands quickly and hauled off to the infirmary, where she spent several agonizing sevendays on her stomach while her backside healed.
Once she was well enough to get around again, Cezine was somewhat surprised to learn that she had retained her Candidate status; she would simply remain at the Weyr until another clutch was laid. Unsure as to how she felt about this, the girl took to her chores and lessons again, missing her home and her family. It did not seem to be long at all before it seemed there would be yet another clutch; Fath rose yet again, something that apparently puzzled everyone. After laying her last clutch, the old queen vanished forever. Upsetting, yes, but at least they still had the clutch to look forward to. Any reluctance she may have felt to stand again after the last incident was calmly swept away by Cezine's quiet confidence. She would have to be more vigilant, and not allow a dragonet to sneak up behind her like that again. She'd definitely learned a valuable lesson. The eggs hardened and the Hatching Day once again arrived. But this one was markedly different.
Like everyone else, Cezine found herself aghast at the sight of the 'dragonets' that the eggs produced. They were horrors to behold, and oh, what had made them like that? She was so wrapped up in eyeing the deformities that she'd almost forgotten her promise to herself not to let herself become distracted. Determined to avoid another mauling, Cezine dragged her attention away from the dragonets and paid more attention to what was around her. She left the Hatching in one piece, but not quite whole... for she'd once again been found wanting, for whatever reason. It wasn't a very good feeling. Yet again, Cezine took quietly to her daily routine at the Weyr. She was beginning to think that she would never Impress. As the Turns passed, Cezine was finding it impossible to truly hate the Weyr that she'd come to call her home. She may not have loved it, but she couldn't hate it anymore. She had settled into Weyrlife, and found that it suited her rather well, better than Holdlife ever had. But imagine her surprise when the senior queen rose to mate, ensuring another clutch soon on the Sands.
When the Hatching day arrived, Cezine found herself less jumpy than she had been the last time; despite having been mauled, each time she stood grew easier somehow. She was calm in her assurance that she would not Impress, though reluctant to fail in front of so many people. In spite of her certainty, however, it was not failure that was proven, but the fact that she was utterly wrong about her chances of Impression. Disbelieving yet quietly triumphant, the young woman led her Brennath from the Sands at the Hatching's end.
Fire Lizards:
Name: Topaz
Color: Brown
Age: Approximately 2 Turns
Physical Appearance:
A light, amber brown, this flitter does not really stand out much appearance-wise. He’s grown into his color with little variation: no stripes, splashes, or even dapples set him apart. However, he is a very well-rounded brown. Average in size, he is lean-muscled and long in the wing, giving him perfect agility. At least, as perfect as a brown can be. His overall build is what makes him a handsome creature, more than his rather nondescript color.
Personality:
Contrary to most browns, Topaz is very much aware of how attractive he is. He flaunts and preens whenever there are females about, and even when there aren’t, he’s rather un-brownlike in his demands for attention. Stern and authoritative, he expects to be obeyed in all things and he’s very capable of being exceedingly sulky when he doesn’t get his way. It’s been learned that sometimes the best way to deal with his shenanigans is simply to ignore him.
Name: Sky
Color: Blue
Age: Approximately 2 Turns
Physical Appearance:
Adorably small, this blue never quite grew into the average for his color. He’s larger than a green, but almost all the other blues are larger than he is. He’s built slender, with wings that are long and slim and thus lend him incredible agility and speed, but not much stamina. His hide is a lovely pale blue, painted with light dapples on top and faint ripples on the bottom.
Personality:
Polar opposites from his brown brother, Sky is almost painfully shy. Given a choice, this little blue will cling to his bonded constantly, hiding in her hair as if afraid. He’s not rude by any means, a very quiet and sweet-natured flitter. It’s just hard to convince him to come out and say hello. It’s not hard to send him between, but he always comes back to bravely face whatever danger threatened him to begin with.
Dragon:
Name: Brennath
Color: Green
Age: 2 Turns
Physical Appearance:
Brennath is quite sturdily built, with none of the fragility other greens seem to possess. No, Brennath doesn’t have to seem weak to appear beautiful. This is definitely a blessing on her part, for she is armed with both strength and beauty that is intoxicating to other dragons. Though she isn’t bulging with muscle, this green is toned nicely, her legs thick with muscle. They lead upwards into a proportionately heavy body that is taut with the strength hidden beneath her hide. However, despite her strong body, she can only last as long as a weaker blue might—yet this is enough to outdo most greens in the air. Her long tail is relatively short, but her turns become stronger as she swipes it hard to one side, balancing her out as she twists and turns. This sometimes causes her to lose control of herself in flight, so she is extremely cautious about using this little secret weapon.
A pale, pastel green, Brennath is a peculiar shade, but a pretty one nonetheless. To make her coloring more unique, olive green swirls form in smoky outlines along her body, finally ending in a long spiral that travels down the length of her rutter-tail. Her underbelly, too, is olive green. When it meets the lighter, main shade, the darker one changes abruptly into it, at an even and smooth line. To complete this image of two peculiar colors mixed in one body, her face has a splattering of olive green speckles. Brennath is living proof that two odd colors are able to mix and still be beautiful.
Personality:
In a word, Brennath can be described as stoic. She is imperturbable, save when it comes to her rider. For her rider, she is protective, and will snap at anyone who dares utter a poorly chosen word about her while in this green’s presence. Aside from this, Brennath says little and does little. She is content to simply sit and watch people around her argue while dropping only a word at most into the conversation. One may be amused to find out, however, that the little Brennath does contribute to the arguments and chaos around her are actually things that spur it on even harder. It is unclear if Brennath does this on purpose or not, but the little amused rumble of dragon-laughter she gives herself after such instances might suggest that yes, she does this on purpose.
However, even Brennath’s steadiness can crack in the end. If a buildup of anger gets too high, Brennath will lose her temper. She would provoke, growl, and do whatever she could to scare or make her victim miserable. Rarely would she resort to violence, yet nobody should run the risk of putting it past her. Even to people and dragons she has no quarrel with, she would get overly frustrated with them, and extremely impatient.
Fighting the stereotype of most greens, Brennath is highly intelligent. Often letting her ideas hang out, she can boldly (in her quiet way) suggest things when it would normally be the place of a bronze or brown to do so. And, surprisingly, it is not dumb ideas that are manufactured in her brain; Brennath knows what she’s talking about. She scoffs at the idea of being ignorant to her own thoughts, so it is obvious that Brennath’s ideas are ones that she had thought through.
And her thoughts to mating? Brennath has the tendency not to talk about it. Whether she is fearful of Flight or she’s just embarrassed to talk of it, it’s impossible to tell, but she consciously avoids flirting, avoiding males completely unless they’re on business matters. If her rider ever chooses to flirt, Brennath will be unsure of how to respond, though the basis of that will be her simply not understanding. Brennath may see it as a waste of time. Nevertheless, she will always keep an open ear, curious about it, yet determined to not get involved. However, nobody has broken the news to her yet that she will definitely become involved with it someday.
Humans
Name: Cezine
Age: 19 [Born in September]
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:
Standing at roughly 5'4, this young woman is fairly average as far as her height goes, looking up at most men and meeting most women eye-to-eye. Her skintone is a light golden brown, though it's hard to say whether it's sun-induced or hereditary. Perhaps a bit of both. Her hair, at first, is easily and often mistaken for black. It's very dark indeed, and spirals down between her jaw and shoulders in waves. The ends curl into tight little ringlets, no matter what's done with them. In any decent light, however, it quickly becomes obvious that her hair is not black, but is in fact a deep, dark red. Her eyes are a tad on the large side, but somewhat narrow, lending her a dusky, come-hither appearance. They are a smoky gray-blue in color and fringed with thick, dark lashes.
Fitting to her height, Cezine's build is not stocky or muscled. Rather, she sports a leaner, more willowy build. She is not 'skinny' by any means and boasts ample feminine curves. Her waist is slim and narrow, a bit on the short side, and while her hips can't be considered 'large' by any means, she has enough to make it clear that she's a woman. Legs and arms are long and slender as well.
Her cheekbones are high and her lips full and inviting, especially when she smiles. All in all, she has the potential to be a very elegant woman, and at times exhibits a fair amount of grace and poise in her movements. The only thing marring her physical attractiveness is the scars that criss-cross her lower back and legs. They were deep wounds, but fortunately they remain covered by her clothes, and no one sees them unless they happen to spot her naked or scantily clad.
Personality:
Despite what snap judgments people might make of her upon first appearance, Cezine is a quiet young woman who keeps her opinions to herself unless she feels they're of vital importance. She is not prone to 'butting in' unless, again, she feels it's necessary. She has a quiet air of dependability, and she's an excellent listener. She is in no way set in her ways and is very open-minded. If she were to ever pass a snap judgment on someone (which she does very rarely), it would be kept behind a mask of blank politeness and never passed on to anyone. Along with this, she displays a certain strength and almost stubbornness even though neither of these qualities are readily apparent until some situation brings them out in her. The same can be said of her courage, though there's little that can truly intimidate her. Threats only make her angry and punishments make her more determined to not get caught doing whatever it is she might get punished for.
Ordinarily, Cezine's temper is not the explosive sort. She has a long fuse and is capable of taking a lot of crap before finally reacting. When she is pushed to the limit, hers is a slow-burning temper that can last for hours, days, even Turns. Grudges make up a huge part of her temper, and much of the time she is unwilling to forgive, let alone forget. She also has a penchant for being extremely petty to those who have angered her in some way, although she hides it quite well. Cezine finds it hard to believe in 'being the better person' when she feels she's been wronged somehow. Two wrongs may not make a right, but it sure makes /her/ feel better. Fortunately, she's not one to dwell on issues such as these; while it's true it's hard for her to forgive and impossible to forget, she chooses to focus her energies on other things rather than dwell on the negative and become bitter.
Probably her greatest fault is her tendency to turn things on herself. Cezine tends to take people under her wing, lead the leaderless, and provide support for whomever needs or wants it. She often spreads herself too thin, and when some calamity befalls her (major or minor), it's a great upset to her. She often turns bitter blame onto herself, whether said incident was her fault or not; she will always somehow convinced herself there was something she could have done to prevent it or lessen the consequences. Fortunately, rather than mope and cry for a sevenday, she quickly picks herself up and moves on, determined to learn something rather than make herself a burden for others to carry.
History:
Cezine was born in Southern Hold to the Lord Holder and his Lady. She was only one of many children in the household, but she was in no way ignored or overlooked. Her many siblings are most likely the reason for her quiet ways; she was one of the oldest, therefore, for as long as she could remember, she was always caring for someone. Soothing hurts both real and imagined started to make up Cezine's days. As a little girl, she learned that she could get what she wanted by being quiet and listening, and the grown-ups were more likely to acknowledge her in the way she desired if she spoke softly instead of shouting and throwing tantrums. Thus, in spite of being the brat of a Lord and Lady Holder, she was, incidentally, a very well-behaved child.
As she grew older, Cezine found herself caring for her younger siblings and not really minding that there wasn't really anyone to care for her, save very busy parents. Displaying a sort independence early on, she led her siblings with firm discipline wherever they went, and she often got results that were just as good as (if not sometimes better than) those her parents received. In spite of this, though, she did not see herself having the typical life of a Holdbred girl, marrying and bearing children of her own. While she was fond of her siblings, to be sure, she found child-rearing a bit too mundane for her tastes... even at the tender age of nine Turns. Being her mother's firstborn and the third oldest, Cezine was, to some degree, doted upon. It was something she tolerated, but never actually appreciated.
Eventually, as she became older and wiser, her interests broadened. There was a whole other world out there beyond the Hold boundaries. But she soon discovered that it was not a world she would be happy in. The war between the Weyrs to the north was enough to discomfit anyone; Cezine had never been close to a dragon, but the thought of pitting them against each other seemed /wrong/ to her somehow. In spite of her thoughts, her opinions were kept to herself, and the outside world was like a Threadfall gone bad; it was gruesome, but she couldn't stop 'watching'. Selenitas in the south wasn't much better. Many of the people in her Hold feared and loathed the Weyr. Her own parents, especially her father, was one of the strongest of the opposition. Little did he, or his family, know that they would soon be given all the more reason to despise Selenitas.
Shortly after Cezine's 14th birthing day, a dragon came to the Hold. Unlike days of old, no one crowded around him in awe and wonder. A few Holders reluctantly trickled out to see what was going on, but none gathered eagerly to greet the dragonman even as he dismounted. Klanimor went to speak with him, though it was clear from the look on the Lord Holder's face that it was a task he would rather do without. Her curiosity getting the better of her, young Cezine walked outside to get a look at the dragon. In spite of all the things that she had heard about them, she couldn't help but feel a small inkling of awe at the sight of the beast. The two men were all but ignored as she peered wonderingly at the beast. After a moment or two, her father turned and stalked back inside, issuing a curt demand for Cezine to follow him. Reluctantly pulling her gaze from the dragon, Cezine turned to do so, for she was a good and obedient girl.
Most of the time.
Klanimor, believing his daughter to be right behind him, continued on his way even as she stopped and looked back. A thrill ran through her body as she realized the beast was looking back at her! Charmed, she didn't realize she was smiling until the dragonrider, having apparently been prepared to leave, spotted her. Cezine couldn't have known it at the time, but the dragon had pointed her out to his rider, who then turned toward her with a disarming smile to inquire as to whether she'd like to get a closer look. Intrigued, Cezine sidled up to the dragon and his rider in order to do just that. As she admired the beast, she suddenly found herself being asked to accompany them back to the Weyr. Suspicious, Cezine politely declined. She'd heard enough about all of the Weyrs to not ever want to see one. But as it turned out, she wouldn't be getting a choice. As the girl turned to retreat back into her home, she was suddenly snatched and hauled up onto the dragon by strong arms. It didn't occur to her to scream, only to shout insults as she slapped and punched at the rider in an effort to get him to let her go. While the commotion had been enough to draw several people outside, the dragon and his rider, with their stolen goods, were well into sky by then, and quickly vanished.
Once at the Weyr, Cezine was introduced as a 'Candidate', no matter how unwilling a Candidate she'd been. Although she was terrified, she didn't dare display it, tucking it neatly behind her hatred for Selenitas. But there was naught that could be done now; she didn't know who she could trust, if anyone, and did not dare to ask for someone to take her home, or risk telling what happened lest they think her a liar. And so it was that she went through the role of Candidate, doing the chores and attending the lessons. Even as she hated the Weyr, some traitor part of her was fascinated by it, and she couldn't help but wonder what if she actually Impressed? But, apparently, it was not to be. There had been no clutch on the Sands at the time of her "Search", but just before she turned 15, the queen flew and one was produced. As the Hatching Day drew near, Cezine found herself as excited and jittery as the rest of the Candidates. As they were ushered onto the Sands, her heart pounded and her stomach fluttered; the Hatching was about to begin!
As the eggs produced their many-colored hatchlings, Cezine was enraptured. She was learning that a Hatching was a beautiful thing, and yet... those joyous faces could be so very different in the future. It was hard to believe. At one point, her attention was caught and held by a particular dragonet, and as such, she didn't realize that there was a dragonet coming up behind her. The impatient squawk reached her ears too late, and before she could even turn around, the girl found herself face-down in the burning sand as claws and teeth tore into her flesh. As before, Cezine did not scream; rather, she curled up into a ball in an effort to protect her face, head, and stomach and calmly waited out the onslaught. As suddenly as it began, the mauling ended, leaving her back a shredded, bloodied mess. Calm though she may have looked on the outside, the girl was anything but, her mind writhing and screaming in agony from the deep gashes. She hadn't even seen the dragonet responsible, and no one had even so much as told her the color. Not that it mattered; Cezine was swept off the Sands quickly and hauled off to the infirmary, where she spent several agonizing sevendays on her stomach while her backside healed.
Once she was well enough to get around again, Cezine was somewhat surprised to learn that she had retained her Candidate status; she would simply remain at the Weyr until another clutch was laid. Unsure as to how she felt about this, the girl took to her chores and lessons again, missing her home and her family. It did not seem to be long at all before it seemed there would be yet another clutch; Fath rose yet again, something that apparently puzzled everyone. After laying her last clutch, the old queen vanished forever. Upsetting, yes, but at least they still had the clutch to look forward to. Any reluctance she may have felt to stand again after the last incident was calmly swept away by Cezine's quiet confidence. She would have to be more vigilant, and not allow a dragonet to sneak up behind her like that again. She'd definitely learned a valuable lesson. The eggs hardened and the Hatching Day once again arrived. But this one was markedly different.
Like everyone else, Cezine found herself aghast at the sight of the 'dragonets' that the eggs produced. They were horrors to behold, and oh, what had made them like that? She was so wrapped up in eyeing the deformities that she'd almost forgotten her promise to herself not to let herself become distracted. Determined to avoid another mauling, Cezine dragged her attention away from the dragonets and paid more attention to what was around her. She left the Hatching in one piece, but not quite whole... for she'd once again been found wanting, for whatever reason. It wasn't a very good feeling. Yet again, Cezine took quietly to her daily routine at the Weyr. She was beginning to think that she would never Impress. As the Turns passed, Cezine was finding it impossible to truly hate the Weyr that she'd come to call her home. She may not have loved it, but she couldn't hate it anymore. She had settled into Weyrlife, and found that it suited her rather well, better than Holdlife ever had. But imagine her surprise when the senior queen rose to mate, ensuring another clutch soon on the Sands.
When the Hatching day arrived, Cezine found herself less jumpy than she had been the last time; despite having been mauled, each time she stood grew easier somehow. She was calm in her assurance that she would not Impress, though reluctant to fail in front of so many people. In spite of her certainty, however, it was not failure that was proven, but the fact that she was utterly wrong about her chances of Impression. Disbelieving yet quietly triumphant, the young woman led her Brennath from the Sands at the Hatching's end.
Fire Lizards:
Name: Topaz
Color: Brown
Age: Approximately 2 Turns
Physical Appearance:
A light, amber brown, this flitter does not really stand out much appearance-wise. He’s grown into his color with little variation: no stripes, splashes, or even dapples set him apart. However, he is a very well-rounded brown. Average in size, he is lean-muscled and long in the wing, giving him perfect agility. At least, as perfect as a brown can be. His overall build is what makes him a handsome creature, more than his rather nondescript color.
Personality:
Contrary to most browns, Topaz is very much aware of how attractive he is. He flaunts and preens whenever there are females about, and even when there aren’t, he’s rather un-brownlike in his demands for attention. Stern and authoritative, he expects to be obeyed in all things and he’s very capable of being exceedingly sulky when he doesn’t get his way. It’s been learned that sometimes the best way to deal with his shenanigans is simply to ignore him.
Name: Sky
Color: Blue
Age: Approximately 2 Turns
Physical Appearance:
Adorably small, this blue never quite grew into the average for his color. He’s larger than a green, but almost all the other blues are larger than he is. He’s built slender, with wings that are long and slim and thus lend him incredible agility and speed, but not much stamina. His hide is a lovely pale blue, painted with light dapples on top and faint ripples on the bottom.
Personality:
Polar opposites from his brown brother, Sky is almost painfully shy. Given a choice, this little blue will cling to his bonded constantly, hiding in her hair as if afraid. He’s not rude by any means, a very quiet and sweet-natured flitter. It’s just hard to convince him to come out and say hello. It’s not hard to send him between, but he always comes back to bravely face whatever danger threatened him to begin with.
Dragon:
Name: Brennath
Color: Green
Age: 2 Turns
Physical Appearance:
Brennath is quite sturdily built, with none of the fragility other greens seem to possess. No, Brennath doesn’t have to seem weak to appear beautiful. This is definitely a blessing on her part, for she is armed with both strength and beauty that is intoxicating to other dragons. Though she isn’t bulging with muscle, this green is toned nicely, her legs thick with muscle. They lead upwards into a proportionately heavy body that is taut with the strength hidden beneath her hide. However, despite her strong body, she can only last as long as a weaker blue might—yet this is enough to outdo most greens in the air. Her long tail is relatively short, but her turns become stronger as she swipes it hard to one side, balancing her out as she twists and turns. This sometimes causes her to lose control of herself in flight, so she is extremely cautious about using this little secret weapon.
A pale, pastel green, Brennath is a peculiar shade, but a pretty one nonetheless. To make her coloring more unique, olive green swirls form in smoky outlines along her body, finally ending in a long spiral that travels down the length of her rutter-tail. Her underbelly, too, is olive green. When it meets the lighter, main shade, the darker one changes abruptly into it, at an even and smooth line. To complete this image of two peculiar colors mixed in one body, her face has a splattering of olive green speckles. Brennath is living proof that two odd colors are able to mix and still be beautiful.
Personality:
In a word, Brennath can be described as stoic. She is imperturbable, save when it comes to her rider. For her rider, she is protective, and will snap at anyone who dares utter a poorly chosen word about her while in this green’s presence. Aside from this, Brennath says little and does little. She is content to simply sit and watch people around her argue while dropping only a word at most into the conversation. One may be amused to find out, however, that the little Brennath does contribute to the arguments and chaos around her are actually things that spur it on even harder. It is unclear if Brennath does this on purpose or not, but the little amused rumble of dragon-laughter she gives herself after such instances might suggest that yes, she does this on purpose.
However, even Brennath’s steadiness can crack in the end. If a buildup of anger gets too high, Brennath will lose her temper. She would provoke, growl, and do whatever she could to scare or make her victim miserable. Rarely would she resort to violence, yet nobody should run the risk of putting it past her. Even to people and dragons she has no quarrel with, she would get overly frustrated with them, and extremely impatient.
Fighting the stereotype of most greens, Brennath is highly intelligent. Often letting her ideas hang out, she can boldly (in her quiet way) suggest things when it would normally be the place of a bronze or brown to do so. And, surprisingly, it is not dumb ideas that are manufactured in her brain; Brennath knows what she’s talking about. She scoffs at the idea of being ignorant to her own thoughts, so it is obvious that Brennath’s ideas are ones that she had thought through.
And her thoughts to mating? Brennath has the tendency not to talk about it. Whether she is fearful of Flight or she’s just embarrassed to talk of it, it’s impossible to tell, but she consciously avoids flirting, avoiding males completely unless they’re on business matters. If her rider ever chooses to flirt, Brennath will be unsure of how to respond, though the basis of that will be her simply not understanding. Brennath may see it as a waste of time. Nevertheless, she will always keep an open ear, curious about it, yet determined to not get involved. However, nobody has broken the news to her yet that she will definitely become involved with it someday.
