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P'run snorted but smiled down at Faytona. Of course she would think that he needed friends. He got along with people when they weren't idiots. When he was a candidate he had tried to help out when he could get away with it without really being noticed. As one of the older candidates he'd had a reputation to maintain. The one that meant annoying little chits would leave him alone because they were scared of him. But he'd never been the kind of person to stand back and watch something happen to someone who couldn't help it. Simple things made the difference. He didn't care if no-one else knew it. Besides, Faytona and Bl'yx had always seemed to notice.

His thumb made small circles on her shoulder. The small motion helping him to focus and keep himself controlled. The little things like that would make all the difference for his celibacy over the next two turns. Since he'd been alerted to such joys of sex, he'd barely had a few sevendays in between sessions. The longest time he'd waited in recent turns had been when he, Faytona and Bl'yx were... sorting their shit out.

Two turns. Good thing he didn't have a choice. As much as he hated the lack of control, he did find some solace in the idea that he had no other option than to wait. It had to be done. So it would be done. That was that. It was the same mindset he had to maintain whenever he thought about Faytona and Bl'yx without him for the next two turns. Everything would be okay, because it had to be okay. P'run considered no other possibility.

Salnoth, luckily, was enjoying Faytona's attention enough that his own contentedness quickly covered over the undercurrent of uncertainty. Instead P'run couldn't help but feel the welling up of love seeing two of the most important beings in his life together in front of him.

Yes. I like her too. Salnoth, sensing P'run's own positive emotions towards Faytona decided to reassure P'run that they wouldn't have to disagree on this one. He did puff up a little, however, at her noticing how small he was. I may be small now. But I'm exactly the size that I should be. He might be smaller than Dakrith, but the other black was in the other room now, so surely she wouldn't hold that against him.

Well Perun wasn't going to crack and ask what was going on if Bl'yx wasn't. Although they had never exactly been the type to compromise. They just worked. They'd never had to discuss anything before. Whatever arrangement they had together and just developed naturally. Which was a major reason why he enjoyed being with Bl'yx so much. Well... not with Bl'yx, but well... with Bl'yx.

He couldn't help but notice when the rider brushed past him. And it bothered him that while his skin heated at the slightest touch Bl'yx was as cool as ever. Now his skin flushed in frustration too. Luckily his dark complexion betrayed little, but the observant eyes would likely notice. He tried to settle his face blankly but wasn't sure the effect would pay off.

"You haven't seen Zuraneth in his full glory yet either. He looks like the night sky brought to life." Was he... trying a pick up line? On the dragon? On Bl'yx? On Faytona? Yeesh.

Regardless of whatever crazy words were coming out of his mouth he did hope that it presented an opportunity for him. For as he stood, still near the entrance to Bl'yx's weyr, watching as Zuraneth pressed his nose into Faytona's hand. Her stark whiteness standing out against the dark blue of his hide. His eyes then turning to Bl'yx, watching her, ignoring him. He knew he had to talk to Bl'yx, or maybe just talk at Bl'yx. Whichever one he could get out while Faytona would hopefully be occupied for a moment or two.

While C’ace moved to get some of the aforementioned bait, Vicky collected more rope than just the initial small coil he’d picked up. It might be a hopeful, optimistic thing, but he was cheerful enough to plan for the best—that there would be lots of catch in the traps, and he’d have to tie them up and string them together for Reesskith to bring in to shore. As thin as some of the fishing had gotten in the Cove of late, he didn’t know how true that would prove… but it made more sense to bring the rope just in case, rather than have to make multiple trips to get more just out of cynicism.

Once he had, he returned to where his brother’s handsome Blue was cavorting in the water, grinning as he playfully splashed Reesskith. With the water swirling around his ankles, he nodded when C’ace approached again and took the basket of bait, tucking it under one arm with the rope coiled over his other shoulder. “Nothin’ else to wait on,” he answered easily.

As bright and sunny as the day was, with the chance for them to be on the water, this hardly seemed like work—which was another reason Vicky had been eager enough to start it. Any opportunity to go diving for the Fisher Hall, he would take. All the better if he got to spend time with someone he was so fond of while he did so.

Weyr Bowl / Re: Smile, or Else [ 3.9.2590; 11:45 AM ] || Sequa
« on: March 13, 2019, 01:35:11 PM »
When Sequa stumbled, Q thought that might be too much for his dour sister. Sure, she’d allowed him to lead her out onto the makeshift dance floor, but there was a limit to how much foolishness and potential embarrassment she would endure for him. But the sound of her laugh, even though it was quite, and the tiny smile she gave him erased that fear. Particularly since she didn’t pull away.

“Sorry,” he murmured to her, actually meaning it for once. He agreed with her again then, another smile hovering around his mouth as he swayed with her to the music. “I do owe you.”

And then, since they were already in a playful mood, he asked lowly, “What are you going to use such a favor on?”

Mine Hall / Re: Warm Bodies, Warm Beds [ 36.07.2591; 10:45 PM ] || Event
« on: February 11, 2019, 04:30:30 PM »
The tentative drum beats of harper apprentices beckoned the holders into the depths of the tunnels. Beka followed them, too, swaying her hips with the rhythm and making do with the stuttering stops and uncertain starts. These kids probably didn’t remember the old life, they were easily distracted by so much skin.

Starting over usually meant a return to tradition. Upon moving to the island, most of the holders had clung to their laws and their morals, pretending the last few decades had never happened and that they hadn’t slipped so far into debauchery. Beka never had such illusions. She missed her sisters, even the ones that weren’t so friendly. She missed feeling valued and wanted, and knowing that she was in charge of her own destiny. Well, mostly in charge.

She cast a glance to where Haleene lingered over the proceedings. Not her old employer, but one she was familiar with, and now one of the first to step back into the underground. It was important for Beka to build new bridges and take advantage of every opportunity. The decision to work for Haleene was an easy one.

And speaking of work..

Bekareni was in full regalia, which in reality meant little clothing but a whole lot of accessories. Gold paint highlighted her skin, dark kohl rimmed her eyes, and her hair was threaded with wire and braided with yellow cloth. At her ankles, waist and wrists she wore delicate bells that announced her every move with the murmur of metal-on-metal. Sheer ribbons articulated the sweeping motion of her arms and fluttered around her with every twirl and step.

She danced her way through the gathered crowd, not lingering for long near any particular patron but making sure most of them did, in fact, see her. Her expression was coy, as if at any moment she might burst into a fit of giggles, or that she knew your darkest secret. Finally, she found a post somewhere near the harpers where their music continued to encourage the bump of her hips.

Universal Events / Re: [ 36.07.2591 ] Red Lights
« on: February 11, 2019, 12:34:24 PM »
Weyrfolk R'ael, C'dus, F'erro, T'rel, Saviavi, Gheinvrixic and Nieve are all unaware of the underground workings of the mine hall. R'ael might wander in one day, if she hears about it, but only to reunite with old buddies who have a place they can safely gather finally.

At the Hold, only Penderton is caught unawares. He'd be too shy to even consider an evening at the brothel, anyway.

Catyra will have heard of it, just as she's heard of the gambling ring, but it isn't a place she wants herself or her children to end up in. She remains aloof about the whole thing.

Nealros has never cared for whores, but association with them isn't really avoidable considering he likes to dabble in all of the other underground activities. Still, he won't be there tonight, and probably not for the next few nights until he figures appetites have slowed down and he won't be accosted at the door.

And then there's Bekareni. Finally she has her home back. She willingly enters service under Haleene and is in full decor for the evening. She'll be dancing mostly, but would never turn down an offer for some private entertainment.

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[{droissa}] || [{nieve}] || [{penderton}] || [{cdus}] || [{saviavi}] || [{nealros}] || [{bekareni}] || [{ferro}] || [{trel}] || [{rael}] || [{gheinvrixic}] || [{catyra}]
Added : SirAlahn

Mine Hall / Re: Warm Bodies, Warm Beds [ 36.07.2591; 10:45 PM ] || Event
« on: February 11, 2019, 01:08:03 AM »
Kyrrinsk chuffs, her head swivelling to watch everybody coming and going. -Excitement!- is bleeding through the bond as Kyrrin leans casually against the wall. One hand resting on her knife hilt and the other gripping the loose chain connected to Kyrrinsk's collar. Not that it's necessary, Kyrrinsk knows better than to move without permission, unless of course she spots a threat. She's taken down a couple of knife weilders Kyrrin hadn't even noticed until they were on the floor before now.

Still, it reassures the patrons to know that the Wher is clearly under control, and a happy, relaxed customer means they'll spend more marks. More marks coming in means she gets a better cut. Simple and easy, the better a job she does, the better she gets paid.

They both enjoy door duty, it's easier than patrolling and she was happy to see their names down for the first part of the night when she checked in for their shift. She enjoys people watching, guessing what's brought everyone here. Cheap ale for some, others are clearly here for the whores, some just seem curious. Plus side though she's not spotted anyone who looks like they want to cause trouble. Kyrrinsk will be disappointed but Kyrrin would quite enjoy a nice relaxed night.

-?...!- Kyrrin pushes herself off the wall, nodding briskly as Kyrrinsk huffs happily at the other Wher that's taking over their position. She hadn't realised how late it had gotten. Time to go stretch their legs.

It's crowded inside, but not enough that it's impossible for a small Wher to fit through and the crowds open up as they pass. Sure there's a few scowls aimed their way, but most appear happy that there's security around should things turn nasty. Cassaval is taking no chances with these projects and Kyrrin approves of his caution and tactics. He's a man that seems to understand the lay of the land and is using it well. Still, just one half of her shift to go now and then she'll be free to grab a drink herself. She nods to her Boss as she swings past the bar, attention mainly on the customers as she watches for trouble.

Mine Hall / Re: Warm Bodies, Warm Beds [ 36.07.2591; 10:45 PM ] || Event
« on: February 11, 2019, 12:59:25 AM »
Ryneppa didn't particularly like the idea of supporting someone who she would've once considered competition. One of her siblings would probably say something like 'A little healthy competition is necessary in business' but Ryn had never really got that. Hence why her other siblings were in charge of operations. Ryn had been in the business of getting rid of annoying things.

However, she did know, that should Cassaval succeed, it would certainly open the gate a little wider for her family to re-enter if they chose to. And so she didn't feel too guilty at all giving a nod to the Peacekeeper patrols who had been strategically placed down the more and more rough corridors of the Mine Hall, and making her way into the den proper. Eppask and Ynesk were back at her quarters, not wanting them to disturb her should the night turn out to be a long one.

She had no real plans, although on her approach towards the bar to start her night the right way, she noticed the few women and men interspersed through the crowd. Ryn was familiar with the scenario, and could spot the particular kind of socialisation. A few caught her eye. A few might make for a more interesting night.

Slightly more cheerful at that thought, but keeping it on the backburner for now, Ryn got her drink, leaning her back against the bar, and kept sizing up the room.

Spoiler for Hidden:
Ryn is open for whatever tonight <3

Universal Events / Re: [ 36.07.2591 ] Red Lights
« on: February 11, 2019, 12:43:25 AM »
I'll throw Kyrrin into this I think.

Added : SirAlahn

Weyr Bowl / Re: Dancing in the Sky [ 31.07.2591; 4 AM ] || Flight
« on: February 10, 2019, 06:00:48 PM »
The early hour wasn’t enough to deter the flock of dragons and riders that were taking to sky and weyr. Uramaeth’s chances were never great in force catches, and with so many suitors the odds were not in his favor. Good thing he wasn’t the type of dragon to turn away from a challenge. As Lyrisiveth brushed against his mind he fed her warmth in response, and then actually abandoned any notion of continuing his usual routine of sweet-talking. He wanted full concentration on his wings and the air and the wind, and how best he might take advantage of the situation.

He didn’t want to exert himself just yet, allowing those that would to overtake him while he maintained an almost careless pace. He wanted minimal effort for this first part of the chase, gliding on the thermals that frequented the island and only flexing the sails of his wings when gravity became an issue. He did hum for her, a throaty noise that was the opposite of his mind-voice, but with distance between them it likely wouldn’t reach her ears.

R’ael didn’t direct him. His instincts had saved them both time and again, and he was an old pro at fights regardless. Flights weren’t just for his benefit, though. Being swept up into the head of a focused, flying dragon was discouraged normally. The exception, of course, was during a flight and R’ael lived for these moments as much as her Brown. Their worries faded, put on hold while this moment dominated every thought.

She gave the weyr a final glance over and then closed her eyes, settling into Uramaeth’s head like a tourist. His wings were her fingertips, and she flexed them with each downward stroke. She was annoyed that he’d chosen to fall back and she urged him, //Faster,// because though they were no Bronzepair, she at least wanted to give this a fighting chance.

He resisted, he knew these skies much better than she. Soon.

Universal Events / Event [ 36.07.2591 ] Red Lights
« on: February 09, 2019, 03:18:52 PM »
Red Lights

36.07.2591 / 10:45 pm

Cassaval, the gang leader and proprietor of the Last Gambit, has expanded his holdings. With the success of the gambling den and the consolidation of power it has brought him, he’s been eager to extend his influence before a rival gang can snatch up a niche in the market. This then, is the grand opening of a subsidiary business attached to the den. Though both are run out of the same larger cavern, a secondary one has been hollowed out and turned into private rooms available for patrons who are after a slightly different type of entertainment.

He and his lieutenants have blackmailed, threatened, and cajoled a small group of women—and a few men—who were once whores back at Fort Hold to become such again. Some didn’t mind returning to their previous way of life, while others were less willing:  but all of them are properly motivated and on their best behavior for the evening while they circulate on the gambling floor and charm potential customers.

To further entice patrons on this occasion, the Last Gambit is also offering discounts on drinks and buy-ins for the betting tables. Whether you want to make a gang member, one of the whores, or just toss in a character that shows up for the cheaper alcohol and gambling, you’re welcome to it all. :3

All we ask is that if your character does visit one of the Gambit’s new employees, you take it to a private thread appropriately marked as ‘Mature’ so that all players can enjoy the more community atmosphere of the gambling floor in this main event thread.

IC Thread

Cassaval || Haleene

Checked In
Droissa || Nieve || Penderton || C'dus || Saviavi || Nealros || F'erro || T'rel || R'ael || Gheinvrixic || Catyra

Standard event participation practice applies. Post in the event thread or here giving us a sentence or two as to what your character might be doing at this time. If you miss 5 events in a row, your account will be deemed inactive. If you are posting elsewhere but skipping the events, remember : we do not require IC participation. Simply post here under your Player account and let us know what's going on with your character.

Mine Hall / Event Warm Bodies, Warm Beds [ 36.07.2591; 10:45 PM ] || Event
« on: February 09, 2019, 03:18:39 PM »
‘Proper’ Holders might call them nothing but criminals, but both Haleene knew that she, Cassaval, and the others had worked hard for what they had. None of this would have been possible without it, even if some of that hard work had included bribery, political maneuvering, and intimidation. That aside, this was still an endeavor that she was proud of:  just as they had successfully started up the first gambling den since the end of the Pass, it hadn’t taken long for support to flow in and be translated to something more. Things just wouldn’t be the same without a brothel too.

And as straight-laced as the Holders liked to pretend to be in the daylight, Haleene knew that this aspect of their business would be just as lucrative as the tables were proving to be. Perhaps even more so. Men that might not otherwise sleep with some waif of a drudge would pay good marks for the ‘legitimacy’ and ‘discretion’ of a proper whore.

Not only men, she supposed. But with the state of things for Holder wives, she’d bet most of their clientele would be.

They were already doing a brisk business even this early in the night, and not only in flesh; offering lower prices for commodities they already sold—alcohol, betting, and smokeweed sticks among them—seemed, at the outset, like an idea bound to lose them money. But with patrons already feeling like they’d won something through it, they’d stay longer, drink to greater excess, bet higher, and be more easily swayed by the charming attentions of the whores moving about the betting floor.

For the moment, things were calm. Loud, but calm. And tucked away this far from the residential areas of the Mine Hall, safeguarded by Peacekeeper patrols that would keep people away from ‘unfinished tunnels’, Haleene was confident the night was already beginning. Cassaval seemed to agree, as he flashed her a smile from his place near the bar.

Spoiler for OOC:
Along with a gambling den, the Mine Hall now as its very own brothel attached. :3 Haleene, like Cassaval, is an unranked but adoptable NPC. As ever, anyone is free to make a member of their gang or one of their employees, either as an MNPC or PC. You’re also welcome to check into the OOC thread or go there for additional information!

Weyr Bowl / Re: Dancing in the Sky [ 31.07.2591; 4 AM ] || Flight
« on: February 09, 2019, 04:06:05 AM »
“You going to chase her?” D'zel asked, well attuned to Rohbarth's thoughts as his dragon swung his head round to look at the green dragon that was staring upwards on her ledge. It was early enough the weyrlings wouldn't miss him and it had been a while since Rohbarth had decided to chase anyone.

Yes. I will. Rohbarth replies as he turns his head back to D'zel, pushing his rider towards his neck. D'zel huffs, patting his muzzle before climbing up with little grace and a curse. He doesn't often ride without straps, and he's getting older, getting astride a dragon with only one arm isn't as easy as it used to be.

They have to twist out of the way as Lyrisiveth takes to the sky, Rohbarth swinging aside without upsetting D'zel's balance before Rohbarth drops him off at the ledge, making sure he's upright before pushing off for the sky. He's a little way behind, but he's not at all bothered by that. He's chased a lot of greens, he's happy to stay at the back and fly steadily and conserve his energy, no use exhausting himself with flashy manoeuvres and silly acrobatics so early in a flight.

Good morning. He replies, as he pushes himself a little harder, Lyrisiveth doesn't seem to be looking for acrobatics anyway as she wastes no time in speeding away.

Weyr Bowl / Re: Dancing in the Sky [ 31.07.2591; 4 AM ] || Flight
« on: February 08, 2019, 09:59:38 PM »
As Lyrisiveth’s did, Jossekayne’s attention turned to those entering her weyr as their dragons joined hers in the sky. She smiled at each, welcoming them how she could given that speech seemed pointless at a time such as this. The fact that they were there said enough—likewise that she had allowed such, rather than holding a closed Flight as some with weyrmates did. But since she had none, there was no reason to deny her bonded the full banquet of those who might chase her.

Lyrisiveth might not choose her mates as some Greens did, but Jo knew she still appreciated the variety, the thrill of the mystery in each Flight, not knowing who was going to emerge the winner.

The dragon herself laughed in delight at Rodeth’s words, appreciating the verbal wooing though she was no poet herself. Let’s see if you fly as well as you talk, she teased, but without any ill intent. She exchanged a purr with Aeleroth then, recognizing and welcoming the familiar Blue of her rider’s friend. The others each received a greeting as well, her wicked amusement brushing against Uramaeth and Bayorth in turn too. Good mornin’, boys.

Can you catch me before the sun is up? she challenged them all, and shot upward into the open air. The wind buffeted around her, but with no rain in the sky, it was at least a clear morning:  good for a chase.

There was little finesse to a Flight such as this. Lyrisiveth would not be swayed with displays of playfulness or acrobatics. Instead, she wanted her suitors to work for their victory. Scooping great wingfuls of air, she shot up and away, intent only on fleeing from them and racing the wind. If they wanted to grab her, they’d have to outlast her, or draw near enough to snatch her from the air before another did.

Narvia hadn't actually though that she would be this late. Scooping up Kadynoth in her arms, she ran as fast as she could to the commons, hoping to reach as soon as possible to avoid being any later than she already was. All the while she was rushing both of them to meeting location, the blue dragon was humming to himself, pleased with being carried in her arms. This feels good. I like being in your arms. That's good, because you'll be getting plenty of it while you still can.

He trilled in delight at her words.

She knew that she wouldn't be able to carry him anymore once he grew too big for her arms, so she was definitely going to take any opportunity she could to carry him just how he liked.

Fortunately, she arrived just in time to hear J'ken tell them to mingle around, have a chat and get to know her fellow Weyrlings. Kadynoth leapt out of her arms, walking around as he studied the other riders and his fellow brothers and sisters. Narvia went to take her seat on one of the unoccupied seats next to Zarenna and her green, who was talking to a guy with a red dragon.

Smiling warmly, Narvia greeted both Zarenna and R'kan . "Hello, I am Narvia and this is Kadynoth." You look great when you smile. Do it more. Just as she spoke his name, Kadynoth slowly made his way beside her and sat on the floor. "Good Evening to you. All of you look lovely." Narvia beamed in pride at Kadynoth's response. Such a young gentleman(or dragon) he was.

Spoiler for Hidden:
@SirAlahn @Tyriani  I hope you two don't mind me joining!

Green Riders / Re: I'nora [25.09.2570 9th Pass || Green Weyrling]
« on: February 06, 2019, 06:40:33 PM »

Dragon Details
Image Credit:
Link to line art.
Colored by SirAlahn
[ ELL-mee-eth ]
Date of Birth:
32.09.2589 9th Interval
Place of Birth:
Southern Winds Weyr
Clutch Mother:
Clutch Father:
Mature Length: 20.9M
Mature Height: 3.9M
Mature Wingspan: 34.7M

General Appearance
Elmieth is a pale, minty Green lady with a scintillating hide that nearly seems metallic. The mottling speckles on her shift with the light, making her shine, and displaying the variance of hues on her hide. Her neck ridges and cheek frills darken to a nearly emerald color, while her underbelly mirrors the color in a more scattered way. The webbing of her wings are darker yet, but still speckled, of a dusky pine color.

Short in length and short at the shoulder, Elmieth is a petite Green easily dwarfed even by some Blues. Her wingspan and sails are average, but this is a boon for her rather than a hindrance, since she's not weighed down by having wings far too large for her. Though maneuverable, it takes her a little while to get up to speed.

Mind Voice: Elmieth's voice is a melodic soprano, high without sounding airy and pleasant to hear. She does a fair bit of communicating vocally to, though the chirps of her weyrlinghood have given way to trills and hums instead. As far as her mental presence goes, it's clear and cool like a nice spring day.

Likes & Dislikes:
+ Attention : Namely, being the center of it. While she won't begrudge others their time in the spotlight, Elmieth likes being doted upon and recognized for the beauty that she is.

+ Down Time : Some might go so far as to call her lazy. While she won't actively shirk duties that she has been given, Elmieth prefers to avoid extra responsibilities if possible. She cares enough about her rider not to let that get in the way of I'nora's dreams, but she won't ever be thrilled about additional work.

- Mutation Dragons : Regarding them, Elmieth is of the same opinions as her rider, I'nora. She won't deign to talk to them, shuns their company, and is absolutely horrified by the idea that one of the Black monsters might catch her during a Flight. That horror is only slightly secondary to the fact that they continue to catch Queens.


* MELLOW : In most facets of life, Elmieth is not a dragon with a bone to pick. She's readily accepting of a lot of things, and it takes quite a bit to faze her, anger her, or make her afraid. This Green seems to glide through life like a swan through water, and she will, at the very least, try to make sure I'nora doesn't spend all her time over-thinking.

* COMPASSIONATE : Along with her mellow and laidback nature, this Green is both sympathetic and empathetic to the plight of others. As a social creature by nature, she's easy to talk to and cares enough -- unless given reason not to -- that she'll happily endeavor to help those that need her assistance.


* PREJUDICED : Even with her virtues, Elmieth is something of a hypocrite. She's easy-going about most matters, and empathetic to most people and other dragons… but the mutation colors are a huge blindspot to her.  She easily accepted her rider's disdain for them, seeing them as unnatural and alien. Those who end up bonding to them are little better, in her eyes. She's convinced herself that she doesn't understand how they think, even if in reality there's very little separating one dragon from another.

* SHALLOW : When it comes to attention from males of her species, Elmieth will always favor those who are more attractive, stronger, or in a higher rank. Though she won't purposefully be mean, she subconsciously gravitates toward power.

Dragon Speech Code:
Gradient Code : This is what your dragon's voice will look like. Text: #A2FAA3; Left BG: #1F5620; Right BG: #507750

Anything Else:
Made per the process outlined at the Optional Weyrling Application. Please let us know via PM if you choose to accept or reject this dragon.

When she is physically mature, Elmieth will fly on 32.03 and 32.09. Please let us know via PM if you would like her to be a Force Catch. (Though since she dislikes the mutations as much as her rider, perhaps non-Force Catch would make the most sense. Either way, it's up to you. :love: )

Elmieth is Green 001 from Oriath's 2589 clutch.

Past and Possibilities / Private Hi, Hello [02.06.2589, 9 AM] Nikadelli
« on: February 06, 2019, 04:20:30 PM »
Being seven months pregnant was not as fun the second time around. The healers had suggested she take it easy, which meant physical candidate activity was postponed and her days were full of dull lectures and reciting old ballads. Worse yet, Kalestath herself had laid a beautiful clutch sired by Neisoth and Savi was oh so envious of her fellows that would actually get to Stand and witness whatever came of it. It was an exciting time to be Pernese and she felt like she was missing out on all of it.

Today, at least, offered something new. She’d been asked to play chauffer to an incoming candidate, one her age and one who was going to end up living beside her in their shared room. At least she knew she could be helpful here. There was little of candidate life that Saviavi herself hadn’t experienced, sans the upcoming clutch. Her expression soured and she shook her head. It was her own fault, really.

She finished tidying the last few things in her room. The linens were freshly changed on all of the beds, the wherry-down pillows fluffed. Each of the beds sported a thin quilt that Savi herself had made over the last few turns, and small, hand-embroidered bits of cloth decorated the walls and shelves. This had been her home the last four turns, she’d watched handfuls of candidates come and go, and she was determined to make the best of it.

Satisfied with the room’s interior, Savi brought herself outside and leaned against the wall beside the doorway. The new girl should be here soon, and her feet were beginning to hurt just a touch. She smoothed her simple dress, straightened the bun that held her hair, and put on a friendly smile. First impressions were everything.


Weyr Bowl / Re: It's Just a Bit of Rain [ 29.07.2591 / 06AM ] Event
« on: February 06, 2019, 03:48:06 PM »
The morning was refreshing in more ways than one. The calm sea, baby’s breath of a breeze, and fine mist all coalesced into something rejuvenating for the candidate. If she had to do chores, she was glad it was in weather like this.

Savi skipped down the beach, a small weaver’s toolkit in hand. She passed Nikadelli on her way to her day’s station, and gave her roommate a bemused, but still friendly, wave. “You can join me if you want!” She offered, though she hadn’t slowed her step and knew that the other girl probably wouldn’t take her up on the offer, anyway.

Her job today was mending nets and sails. Her hands itched at the thought and she knew later in the day they’d likely cramp- she was out of practice after all. Despite being fostered in a weaver’s household, the nature of this work was much more grueling and tedious than what she was used to. Plus, her end goal wasn’t as rewarding. Normally, Savi could push through the discomfort of needle pricks and repetitive motion if it meant she’d get a nice skirt or dress out of it, but no one wanted to wear fishing nets. Or did they?

She grinned and tried to picture Halirina in something so absurd. Maybe that’d be Eimerra’s next rebellious move.

The candidate was chuckling to herself when she found an overturned, empty barrel and scooted it up near the nets in question. She gave a brief wave to those milling about, or already working, and then opened her little toolkit to extract the large, hooked needle from it. She threaded it with a thick bit of fiber and then began the arduous task.

Spoiler for Hidden:
@Tyriani for the mention, @Red if you wanted to get Calladren in on this exciting activity

Mine Hall / Re: Hush Hush [ 19.1.2591 / 11:25 PM ] || Event
« on: February 05, 2019, 07:35:30 PM »
The tension of the moment hung between himself and Rossk like the frailest of threads, each fiber gradually fraying until the whole thing threatened to snap. The ringmaster had the official say when things started, but Nealros was sure he wasn’t going to argue if a wher got a little overeager.

Not them, though. They knew how this went.

Their opponent was intimidating in the sense that his size far exceeded Rossk’s, and likely his experience, too. Nealros knew, however, that what made his Brown special was not the amount of battles, nor the bulk of his body. It was his resistance to pain, his thoroughly stubborn and steadfast rock-headedness that kept him biting and ripping when other wher might’ve tucked tail and fled the arena. Meyelthra and her Meyesk had the number advantage, but Neal and Rossk had time on their side.

The terms were stated. They were a little vanilla for Nealros’s taste, but he wasn’t going to argue this moment away. It did, however, drastically reduce their chances of winning. At least he’d been smart enough not to bet, not this early into the game.

Rossk’s eyes spiralled toward red and no verbal command from Nealros was needed. With the flick of the swish, the Brown was pure muscled momentum as he charged to meet Meyesk halfway.

The Bronze’s intentions were obvious. Had Rossk been a more agile beast, he could have dodged and taken advantage of Meyesk’s speed to inflict damage on his unguarded back and sides, but such wasn’t the case. Rossk could only brace himself as the Bronze’s height allowed him access to Rossk’s own back, and head and neck. He wasn’t going to let it happen easily, though. As Meyesk loomed, the Brown turned his fat head up and let his gaping jaws rake along the Bronze’s flesh as he moved. If the other beast dropped his weight down, it’d certainly leave Rossk at an uncomfortable angle, but it’d also drive his teeth into the other’s hide.

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oof. I think we discussed the outcome of this and it was either Meyesk wins or they draw? Idr, but I’m fine with either outcome. Let me know if anything needs changed <3 @SanctifiedSavage 

Hatching Sands / Re: Some Blessed Tradition [ 20.7.2591; 8:15 PM ] || Event
« on: February 03, 2019, 08:15:33 PM »
It was difficult not to notice the fleeting irritation that crossed the faces of the Jungle ridersas they made their way towards him, his hands clenched into fists as he waited for what he assumed was going to be an argument as to whether he belonged on the sands, paying his respects to the clutching queen or not. It wasn't exactly an ideal situation to begin with, but he wouldn't roll over and show his belly if they decided to try and bully him off the sands.

When they instead veered towards Nalata, paying him as much attention as they would a crawler beneath their feet, M'lan couldn't quite help the pang of anger that stabbed at his heart. Their intention was clear as they fanned out around the young goldrider, a wall of jungle riders to stop him encroaching any closer on Nalata's space. Even having expected some sort of animosity, it was a difficult thing to witness, and with the pleasant tone that the other weyrling was speaking with them M'lan was certain there was no chance she'd decided he was worth defending. Why enrage the greater weyr by sticking up for the mutant riders? She didn't have to tolerate them any more than Oriath and Vanelwynne did.

He wanted to be angry, to go tell them to back off and let him enjoy weyrlife without being judged for every second of it, but there was a bitter resignation in the fact that he wasn't ever going to get away from such a reputation, no matter how well he and Corvath behaved. He could not risk drawing attention to himself anyway, not with so many of the weyrleadership present. Storming off would be equally risky... he'd only just arrived after all, and if he were completely honest with himself he didn't want the Jungle riders to know they'd gotten under his skin.

Who are they?! Corvath snarled, his voice bristling with the insult delivered to his rider even if M'lan was in the process of trying to reign in his response to the perceived slight. The last few months had been riddled with the black's almost overwhelming anger towards others, needing to do more than sunbake and conduct drills on a day to day basis, particularly after losing a queen flight to his own clutchbrother. His desire to be treated as he deserved to be treated made mountains of the smallest issues, and with situations such as this one arising, not even dragon memory was serving to mollify his urges.

/The usual. I’ll leave soon./ M’lan tried to keep the annoyance from his tone as he spoke to Corvath, trying to keep the black calm. If he decided to confront the Jungle Riders himself, he’d end up reinforcing the reputation that followed most of the blacks around like a bad smell, and there was little doubt the intent to do just that, never mind the consequences was present in the black’s tone.

Despite his efforts, and a promise to do a quick flight before lights out, Corvath could not quite satisfy himself by simply sitting in the weyrbowl. Disinclined to temper his rage more than M’lan had already managed, Corvath slunk his way forward with little regard for any other dragon that might be between him and the hatching grounds, eyes whirling a fast red orange and appearing very much the monstrous beast the Black Dragons were reputed to be. He did no harm, though he did hiss at a green that didn’t move out of his way quickly enough before he was hunching down as close to the hatching grounds as he dared. There were gold dragons present, and while he was inclined to buck against their authority, he was not so blinded by his anger to realise doing so would be idiotic, particularly where eggs were involved. His rider was unharmed, and he would be able to meet him as soon as M’lan felt he was able to leave the grounds, without encroaching on the gold’s space.

While Corvath may very well have been an impressive and somewhat foreboding sight to those with little experience with the Black Dragons of the weyr, but despite having reached adulthood, his inexperience worked to counteract a more fearsome appearance. There was no doubt he would unnerve some, but he was really only so bad in his present state as an angry, sullen teenager, making a lot of fuss when it would be far more effective, and economical to reserve his energy for whatever fight he wished to have. All bark, and no bite as the old adage went, which given his almost giddy enjoyment of tearing apart prey was as much a testament to M’lan’s efforts in keeping the dark storm of hostility reigned in as it was Corvath’s age.

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I hope that works for you guys. Kinda want Corvath to be hunched near the hatching sands, a respectful distance away but pissy, and portray a… almost childish anger as opposed to something more dangerous. But not sure how well it’s translated. Just sing out if I’ve fucked up.

Weyr Bowl / Re: Magnetic Everything [14.07.2591, 4:30 PM] Flight
« on: February 03, 2019, 08:11:26 PM »
Z'ryr grinned, even as he kept his eyes firmly closed, at the growled words from black to green rider. He vaguely remembered his own first few flights, where the line between where rider stopped and dragon began was blurred, and how it took only the slightest gust of wind buffeting Rhymoth to send his balance awry. How murmured words from other riders in the room seemed to go in one ear, swirl around confusedly, and go right out the other before he could think of a way to respond. The line was still blurred, but the effects had become... more manageable as Rhymoth chasing became a more frequent occurrence.

He was quickly pulled from the idle reminiscing by Rhymoth quickly sharpening attention on Tilioth's flared wings, as the brown used all of his strength and speed to wrap himself around the green as they collided with each other. The wind turning them over in the air, assisting in his attempt to grasp her firmly to him. When Rhymoth was content that Tilioth was well and truly caught, he spread his wings to catch the air again, ensuring they didn't hit the ground, and allowed the pair of them to be swept upwards again by a draft. Continuing the flight onwards together.

Now Z'ryr managed to pull himself away from the wall, ignoring any shoulders he brushed or bumped out of his way in his beeline towards C'dus. Picking the young rider up and covering him quickly with his own body, Z'ryr's peripheral's went dark as he saw nothing but the rider underneath him and the dragons in the sky.

Romance / I’ve got a piece of your heart
« on: February 03, 2019, 11:21:07 AM »

"But I want the whole damn thing."

Catyra // Holder // 39

About the Character: Catyra is a many-times widowed Holder and Gold wher handler. Her brother is Head Peacekeeper, and her extended family has its roots dug thoroughly in the power grid that makes up the holder population.

She likes parties and socializing, but detests alcoholics and cruelty, especially directed toward the weak. Until recently, her life has revolved around the well-being of her children, but as they grow she’s found herself a little aimless.

Wanted ICly: Prietoran. He was a figure from her past, someone she shared true love with, until her family intervened and he was never seen again. Unbeknownst to Catyra, Prietoran was paid to leave her alone. He was a low-bred crafter and associated with the wrong type of people, an ill-suited match for their proper Holder daughter and they wanted him gone from her life before permanent damage was done.

He accepted the bribe, along with the sudden promotion in his crafthall, because he was playing for the long con. He thought if he could make something of himself he might be able to win Catyra’s parents over and court her the right way.

Things didn’t go as planned and his life was side tracked by the chaos of the Hold. Catyra disappeared from the public eye and he was left wondering if she was even alive.

Turns later, at the island, he’s hard at work reviving his craft. He still has the same crew of rowdy friends, and he’s had a relationship or two but nothing ever as meaningful as what he and Catyra had together. He’s caught mention of her here and there, but with so much time between them he’s unsure if she’d even still want him.

Wanted OOCly: I’d love a reunion between Cat and Prietoran. I imagine it will have a rocky start, Catyra is much more cautious these days and she’s afraid of getting into an awful relationship again despite how good things had been between them. Eventually, though, I’d like them to overcome all of their past stuff and be able to have a happy ending together.

Craftwise, I think it’d be sort of horrible and great for Prietoran to be a vinter or a brewer, or at least have close associates in that craft. Catyra’s family essentially paid for his crafter education, so he should be a senior journeyman at least, but is likely too young still to be considered for master. It’d also be fine for him to be a smithee or a miner, just preferably a craft that will keep him at the mining hall.

He can have some rough edges. She’ll be leary of them, of course, but ideally he’ll show her that there’s a lot of grey in her black and white world.

Universal Events / Re: [ 32.7.2591 ] Lyrisiveth's Flight
« on: February 02, 2019, 01:59:42 AM »
Ooooh flight. Excellent J'ken likes flights... waaaaait. Nope.

Name: D'zel
Dragon: Rohbarth
Mature Thread: Fade to Black.

Added : SirAlahn

Adoptables / Re: Creature Bank
« on: February 01, 2019, 08:23:32 PM »
I couldn't help myself xD

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Weyr Bowl / Re: So much for paying attention [ 16.07.2591 / 7PM ] Weyrlings
« on: February 01, 2019, 07:22:51 PM »
Did she just? Yes, yes she did. Zar and the green watched their roommates just..leave. D'via and Anedaith were the entire reason that they were even over here, and now they just..bailed. I will never forgive them. I know love. She looked back at S'ric, waiting for him to say something, but he didn't. He just went back to putting his things up. Perhaps, now was the time for them to just leave as well. A good bye was not going to be best in play for this pair anyways. Zarenna knew there was a reason why she didn't trust S'ric the moment she saw him, but then, reputations were announced everywhere.

I'm hungry and I don't feel clean anymore after that betrayal. A bath, more oil, and food. The purr of a hum came from the green as the pair just turned to leave. She could feel Dakrith just looming over them, but Zarenna wasn't going to show that she cared, even if she was shaking in her boots as she walked away with Atissyth in her arms. Why would they just leave? They are our friends, aren't they? Zarenna felt bad, because now Atissyth was doubting her red sister, but there was nothing that Zar could really do on that.

Let's just focus on you and deal with that later on. With that, Zarenna and Atissyth left S'ric and Dakrith in the past behind them, but Zarenna knew that Atissyth was going to be holding a grudge against not only S'ric and his black, but now D'via and Anedaith.

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best to have Zar leave before she gets eaten lol

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