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OOC Hang Out / Re: NaNoWriMo
« on: November 14, 2018, 11:42:44 PM »
Just wanted to celebrate hitting 26k. :3 Over halfway done!! November is turning out to be hella busy. Especially with thanksgiving coming up and all that entails. Hope everyone is still truckin' along and making sure life isn't being too much of an ass. <3  :love: <3


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OOC Hang Out / OOC NaNoWriMo
« on: November 03, 2018, 03:25:57 AM »
It's already started, but I wanted to give a heads up ( and shout out ) to those that were going to participate. I'm going to try to remain caught up and still post, but I'm going to try and complete this year too. Try to make it a two year streak. 8D

Here be my profile on the site if you'd want to add me as a writing buddy. Good luck to those also writing and to those that are busy with life. :3

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Absences / Re: In and out
« on: October 25, 2018, 03:29:35 PM »
Life can be a pain sometimes. I hope everything works out for you and though you busy it doesn't seem to be a terrible busy, just a work busy. Take care of yourself until you get to return to us.

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Absences / Re: In and out
« on: October 25, 2018, 01:57:39 PM »
Take care, and good luck with it all! We'll all look forward to seeing you around when you do have time. :love:

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Weyr Bowl / Re: Was the sacrifice worth it? [ 30.6.2591 / 8AM ]
« on: September 24, 2018, 08:50:25 AM »
Remira had been called up to the Weyr for some reason. Everyone from the Hall had been, though they wouldn’t say what. She assumed lessons, since it was quite literally all the farmers and herders. Some major announcement, maybe. Whatever it was, message had gone out through fire lizard last night and she’d been told to be ready in the morning.

So she was. There were few things that Remira took as seriously as she did her craft responsibilities. Maybe her whers. Definitely Aly. That was mostly it. Nothing else particularly mattered so much. The animals she looked after relied on her, and she liked that sense of dependency and responsibility. All the lessons and work it took to get where she was at was worth it.

And she was quite happy to be an Apprentice. To Remira, anything more took her away from the hands on work and more into teaching and things she just didn’t want to do.

So, she gathered up like all the others and waited to see what was going on. When she saw Keassa, and a couple others in front of the stable, a lace of panic shot up her spine. Had another runner been slaughtered? No... no... no. Keassa would’ve looked somber, the people behind her would’ve been upset. Rather, there was an energy in the air. Excitement?

When Keassa started talking, Remira frowned a little. Unsure where it was all going. Wherry to guard the rabbits and chickens? They’d been attacked by large, fuck off wherry. Remira remembered that particular incident rather well. Though the more she talked, the more interested Remira became.

Apprentices did occasionally stumble on such records. Details of some wherry and what they were used for, but such things had never been part of their lessons for obvious reasons. There were no wherry to train. To teach. But now?

It wasn’t just about reintroducing the wherry back into Beast Craft. Remira was smart enough to recognize that. It was about returning something lost, something the Pass had taken from them. Beast craft had been struggling to be recognized as a Hall once more and this would go a long way in helping.

Remira nearly jumped out of her skin when Keassa then said they had extra eggs. She damn near ran forward to claim one for herself without a second thought. Aly would understand.

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Plot and Scheme / Plotter Bee's Plotter
« on: September 19, 2018, 06:17:32 PM »
Oh yesssssssss. After clawing my way to completing a character and SUPER MISSING THE MAIN THRUST OF NOT ONE BUT TWO WEYRLING GROUP FESTIVALS (go me! *flex*), I would love to get my RP action on.

IN GENERAL: In the immortal words of Ice Cube, I am down for whatever.

Since none of my other character ideas have seen the light of day yet, today we are serving up a piping hot bowl of

KIKI!

Here's the main score: Kiki is a very enthusiastic nature-lover/bruiser who is ready to get up to some Shenanigans, help people in need, and test her skills. She's good-hearted and likes just about everyone, but can be a little weird and a little much.

I would love to RP with my fellow weyrlings, both past threads as candidates and current stuff! I have noticed that Kiki and R'ghal are to be roomies so @Lyndi perhaps in the near future? :'D That said, any plausible thread would be great, with anyone!

I'm FAR too excited and EXPRESSLY too lazy to code a plotter profile right this hot second, but rest assured that Kiki and Aellath are looking for friends and fight-friends and hot girls to get crushes on and not do anything about because weyrlingship makes her a contractual Useless Lesbian.

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Completed and Discarded / OOC Grn + Brnz = Bros4Life [Filled]
« on: September 17, 2018, 02:20:44 PM »
The Desire:

In Kalestath’s latest clutch (2591), Bronze 001 helped Green 001 out of her shell and turned me into a pile of goo. These dragons need to be bros, and their riders need to be bros; I need it like burning, and am looking for someone who might be interested in playing this out with me. (If someone else was already planning this, just let me know so I can quietly stalk you into eternity!)


The Specifics:

My initial thought is that Xaeybl, who I had planned to app as a candidate, would instead app as a weyrling and impress the green. That being said, if someone is more interested in the green, I’m sure I could come up with someone to impress the bronze instead.

I don’t have anything specific in mind for their dynamic; they could complement each other, temper one or the other, or be a total odd couple. They don’t have to start off friends, it might be more interesting it they don't, only reluctantly interacting because of their dragons to begin with, but end-game would them becoming close friends, most likely in the same wing. And, of course, they should both be adoptable. :>

Post your interest here, and then we can hammer out the details either through pm or on discord! *tempts*


The Dragons:

Bronze and Green bro interact here, melting my heart.
Spoiler for introductions:
Another handful of minutes passed after the Black dragonet had made his choice, he and his brothers all exiting the Sands and leaving the clutch further diminished. But though many of the young dragons had hatched already, there were yet more clusters of eggs remaining where Kalestath had protectively kept them, gleaming in the light with the promise of what they held within. So many more chances for the Candidates on the Sands to step away as a bonded pair.

Just enough time had passed for some, perhaps, to get impatient, when the top of an egg near the front cracked off, an almost clean shear as the baby within simply pressed their head up through the weakest part of the shell. Their claws were soon to follow, crumbling the front of the muddled grey and violet egg [14] until it gave way and spilled them out in a rush of fluid.

The second Brown of the clutch—certainly not an inauspicious addition to the clutch, even if he wasn’t as flashy as a Bronze. That distinction didn’t seem to bother him any, and his large body had a certain near-predatory quality to it as he flicked his tail, shattering what was left of his former prison, and moved to the Candidates.

He stopped near Harsaia for a moment, eyes narrowing up at her thoughtfully, and then moved on. His long, thick tail left a furrow in the sand as it dragged behind him, rasping over the ground in a way that might have seemed distinctly menacing where his hide black instead. Such as it was, he simply seemed thoughtful.

Ultimately, he selected his future rider without fanfare. The moment might even be lost as a red-shelled egg [5] tipped against the speckled blue one beside it [4], almost knocking its fellow over before slipping off and sliding against the mount of sand that had been keeping them in place. Though it was somewhat difficult to see from behind the other eggs still shielding it, a back leg emerged first—glittering with a distinctive metallic sheen that seemed rather coppery against the more golden color of the Sands. A few moments later, the Bronze struggling to crack the thick egg finally forced his way out of it, inadvertently backing up into the same blue egg he’d knocked into previously.

Peeping could be heard from within that one, an almost piteous noise like a cry for help. The Bronze cocked his head a moment as he listened to it, even glancing up at his mother questioningly. But when Kalestath didn’t move toward the egg and the distressed-sounding dragon inside, he turned his claws to the shell instead.

Perhaps a tense moment as those razor-sharp talons tore at the outside of his sibling’s home, scoring the shell and eventually peeling at it and the membrane beneath once it began to crack. The peeping had intensified, the creature within maybe sensing that another was helping them. With the Bronze’s assistance, the thick, hard outer husk was left in shards on the ground and a little Green tumbled against her brother’s legs. Her foreclaws appeared duller than his, perhaps the source of her difficulty in breaking through on her own.

Beyond that, though, she seemed healthy. The two of them shared a short, trilled conversation—and her voice rang out in the heads of the Candidates near to the front of the group: Thank you!

The Bronze simply rumbled his acknowledgment, licking some fluid from along her jaw, and then nudged her with his snout to urge her toward those waiting for them.

She wasn’t a graceful creature, exactly, but she seemed energetic despite her struggle with emerging from her egg. Wings flopping comically along beside and behind her, she bounded across the sand—her brother following along more slowly behind, as he paused to sort out his legs from his wings—and nearly bowled into Sionann on her way to her actual bonded. He helped me! I think we’re friends now.
And Bronze is attacked by a rude Black before impressing to his rider.
Spoiler for rude:
The considerate Bronze had not quite crossed the halfway point of the space between eggs and Candidates when the next dragonet hatched. This one burst from his egg, leaving the speckled grey shell in shatters on the sand [15]. From it was born yet another Black dragon, this one a thick mass of muscle and eyes aflame with an acrid orange that quickly shifted to a redder hue as he spotted the Bronze before him.

He didn’t bother to roar a challenge as his older brother had. Instead he hissed, the sound nearly a snarl as he darted forward, trampling the remains of a previously hatched egg. Fortunate for his clutchmates, perhaps, that he was near the front of the grouping. It seemed nothing was going to stop him from getting to the dragon he had instantly recognized as a rival—maybe even for a future bonded.

His charge caught the Bronze by surprise, who screeched in pain as a raking set of foreclaws drew lines on his flank. Ichor bloomed against his hide, and he spun to face the Black in a shower of sand.

Their battle was brief but fierce. Though the reason for the fight escaped him, the Bronze seemed determined to give as good as he got—gouging at the Black in return for clawmarks and bites, until the Black pushed him away and now favoring one leg. The two eyed one another for a tense moment, teeth bared, until the Black seemed to catch sight of something interesting behind his brother.

Just as a Candidate stepped forward to claim the darker dragon, so too did one summoned by the Bronze’s voice as they each reached out to their riders. Neither of them had the energy to fight anymore.

Almost meekly as they were led off the sands, an pale tan and brown egg near the back began to break apart [29]. What emerged from it was a tiny thing, almost as small as some of the Reds that had been in the cavern earlier. But instead, this was a pretty Green lady, who slunk forward submissively to claim what was meant to be hers. She skirted wide around the spilled ichor between her and the Candidates, eyes whirling yellow in fear of the lingering atmosphere in the wake of her brothers’ fight.

Other:

:love:

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 14, 2018, 05:15:59 PM »
Halfway through, and his chances of impression were slowly slipping away. It didn't make him feel as panicked as it may have however. He hadn't been a candidate for overly long, he'd heard horror stories of others who had been searched at 12 and had stood all the way until they got kicked out for being too old. As it was he simply enjoyed each experience for what it was, whether he impressed or not.

The fight between black and bronze was certainly the most interesting occurrence of the night however. Clearly showing the antagonism between both colours from day dot. Everyone in the Weyr had vaguely noted that the end of this turn would see the first official clutch of blacks graduate (even if one had jumped the gun by catching Imyth). Oskendar for his part, was very curious to see what became of them in the Wings. He hoped that their obvious predilection towards violence would be turned towards the betterment of the Weyr as a whole, instead of just being shoved in a corner and locked away, marked as 'too difficult to deal with'.

Watching the little greens find their bondeds also held a special place in his heart, the variety of personalities in their colour evident even in the short amount of time he got to watch them. Breathing a silent sigh of relief when one bypassed Kharismene. Whether it was because she wanted a red and he was happy on her behalf, or whether it was because she would have likely continued on to Weyrlinghood without him. Osken wasn't sure.

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Adoptables / Re: Creature Bank
« on: September 14, 2018, 01:34:06 PM »
Just messing around, trying to see how well I can translate hatchling stuff into adult stuff.




Mazhith
Hex Codes : #062f05, #5c995b, #bff291, #57a200
This is what your dragon's voice could look like.
Background: #bff291; Text: #062f05

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 14, 2018, 12:18:37 AM »
A quasi-respectful silence fell over the Hatching for a time after the appearance of the tiny Green, as though the rest of the dragonets were reluctant to break the thick stillness left in the wake of the Black and Bronze’s fight. Eventually, though, some of the eggs began to rock again as the atmosphere dissipated. Despite the combativeness and previous tragedy of the afternoon, there were still quite a few baby dragons left to be born into the world. And no matter what their siblings might have been though, they were eager to hatch and find their own riders.

The first of them to move significantly was tucked at the back, almost enough to be overlooked. The pale, almost sickly-colored egg was a mix of pale orange limned with green, scarcely noticeable except under the brightest of lights [24]. Its hatching wasn’t given much fanfare either, as the little dragon inside broke out of the side of their shell while still shielded by some of their siblings.

Said egg had belonged to a Blue, who keened hungrily as he sorted out his legs and his wings. Both seemed almost too long for him, and it took a few moments for him to really get to his feet. Even when he did, he was wobbly and unsteady, having to make very slow progress across the sand. But with the bright, hungry orange that his eyes were, he seemed determined even if his gait was ponderous.

He brushed past Oarlen on his way, tail absently flicking against the boy’s leg—but not hard enough to any damage. Instead, he seemed to be idly touching the Candidates as he passed them, as though that might ease the bond he was trying to find. And perhaps it did, since he nosed against the hands of the rider he eventually claimed and then licked at their face when they bent to hug him tight.

Meanwhile, the next dragonet didn’t seem inclined to wait. This egg was pale and wan in its shell as well, but far closer to the front [6]. Luck had prevented it from being disturbed by the birth of its siblings, as it was wedged in a ring of sand, the base sunk deep and steady. Small spiderwebbing cracks appeared on the forward side, gradually growing until amniotic fluid leaked out to darken the sand and the clutch’s second Bronze broke through the rest of the shell.

He didn’t get a chance to move toward the Candidates before a pale pink egg broke apart, the front being punched open by the dragon within [30]. This one proved to be yet another Green, bigger than her sisters and trilling cheerfully as she shook fluid off her wings and tail. She rose fully to her feet then, but tripped on her own wings with a yelp and stumbled headlong into the soft yellow egg rocking next to her [32].

Just like that, she was joined by yet another sister. Though the egg had looked deceptively golden, its average size and Kalestath’s lack of protectiveness had proved it wasn’t special. But the Green housed inside it was still a slight yellowish in color, like bright green of new spring buds. Though she was initially startled by the unintended assistance in hatching, she chirped to the fellow Green and soon sorted out her limbs—faster than her slightly older sibling had.

She darted across the sands then, not hesitating at all before choosing the Candidate that was meant to be hers. Full of energy and graceful already, she was just excited at the idea of food!

It took the other Green a little longer, though she reached the Candidates about the same time as her brother, who had paused to watch the other two dragonets before making his way forward. The Green paused to regard Kharismene as she inspected potential riders, her mind briefly brushing the girl’s before ultimately moving on. Whatever she found there, it wasn’t for her.

No doubt not a disappointment at all to Kharismene, given she had a particular color in her sights. Either way, the remaining Green and the Bronze found their matches nearly simultaneously—but there were yet more eggs showing signs of movement.

Spoiler for OOC:
Egg 24 – Blue 002 to NPC
Egg 6 – Bronze 002 to NPC
Egg 30 – Green 003 to NPC
Egg 32 – Green 004 to NPC

Same deal as before. :happy: And we’ve passed the halfway point.

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 13, 2018, 10:42:02 PM »
It seemed that these blacks even hatched angrily. For some reason she had the sense last time that they had only reacted last time, but it seemed she had been mistaken. This one was born with eyes that burned angrily as soon as he caught sight of the bronze on the sands.

So much for brotherly love.

These blacks with such vehement opposition to their bronze counterparts were certainly a new step for the Weyr. Whether that step would be a positive one, might be a different story. S'bok and Neisoth had certainly made the Weyr change to suit them. But as more blacks rose to oppose to bronzes who had so regularly maintained their position, it seemed everything would get shaken up even more. A bit of healthy competition was not a bad thing... right?

Ysveta couldn't help but feel relieved that it seemed blacks only chose males. She didn't think she would enjoy such attention and pressure. Half the Weyr wanted them to fail miserably, and the other half hoped that they could prove themselves above and beyond any normal standards. Ysveta just wanted to contribute.

She also felt her heart go out to the little green, so affected by the hardness of everything happening on the sands. But was also glad that the green had found a match that wasn't her. Not because she was green, but because she wasn't so affected to the pressure of the day, and she didn't think that one so disconcerted by a bloodstain would understand her.

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Black Riders / Re: R'ghal [02.05.2574 9th Pass || Black Weyrling]
« on: September 13, 2018, 03:10:23 PM »

Image Credit:
Link to line art.
Colored by SirAlahn
Dragon Details

Name:
Rintoth
Pronounced:
[ RINN-tohth ]
Color:
Black
24.06.2591 9th Interval.
Place of Birth:
Southern Winds Weyr
Clutch Mother:
Kalestath
Clutch Father:
Neisoth
Measurements:
Mature Length: 35.7M
Mature Height: 8M
Mature Wingspan: 61.2M

General Appearance...

Rintoth's hide is as black as coal, and it's remarkably consistent across his body. The only real variations on him are occasional fogs of a smokier grey that seem to shift across him as he moves, like dark clouds across a nighttime sky. In bright lights, a few more noticeable markings will appear. In particular, his feet are just a few shades darker than the rest of his body -- and he bears a very subtle pockmarking that almost looks like scales.

From the moment he hatches, Rintoth is an imposing mass of muscle. He's not a long dragon, but he's built like a tank and will only get stronger as he grows. His legs, neck, and shoulders are particularly powerful, making him built for fighting and capable of propelling his bulk through the air. A bit taller than most his size, he nevertheless has an average wingspan with broad sails better suited for keeping something as big as him in the air. There will always be a heaviness that characterizes his gait, and landing is never going to be a moment of grace for him.

Personality...

Mind Voice: Much like the rest of him, there's nothing subtle about Rintoth's mental presence. It's a heavy, forceful sort of intrusion when he first connects to his rider's mind, and there's forever going to be a thick, sturdy backing in R'ghal's head that only quiets some when Rintoth is asleep. When he speaks, it's as low and rumbling as thunder.

Likes:
Protecting Others : Rintoth isn't just about aggression for the sake of it. He fully recognizes that he's larger, stronger, and meaner than most, and he feels that there's a certain responsibility inherent in that. Even if it might be for a cause he doesn’t care about, or to benefit someone he doesn't like, Rintoth wants to put his strength to good use making things better. He very harshly judges those who have the capability but don't follow through.

Shade : Basking in the sun is just too hot for Rintoth, given that the color of his hide means he absorbs and retains a lot of heat. Once he and R'ghal graduate, he'll demand that they get a weyr on the shady side of the Bowl, and he'll follow the shade as it moves as much as he can. By the same token, he much prefers nighttime for similar reasons.

Dislikes:
Other Male Dragons : Sure, he has a categorical and particular hatred for Bronzes, but he isn't particularly thrilled with any other males of his species. Rintoth sees them all as rivals, and it will take a lot of time and exposure for him to make a friend among them.

Politics : Rintoth just can't wrap his mind around some of the reasons people get upset, nor the confusing and backhanded ways they act because of it. He feels like it saves a lot more time to just be upfront when you dislike someone, fight, and get it all out of the way.

Strengths:

* COLLABORATIVE : For all his faults, Rintoth doesn't have an issue with authority -- which will probably serve him well given his rider's ambitions. He might grumble about people or dragons he doesn't like on a personal level, but he's perfectly capable of putting that aside to achieve a common goal, and he can actually be quite charming when he's involved in such a thing. Just don't expect that courtesy to extend after the effort is over.

* RELIABLE : One of the few things that will ever temper this dragon's impulses are promises. If he's made one, he will do his best not to break it -- even if it goes against something he really wants to do. In that, he's not a flaky dragon nor prone to flights of fancy. If you give him a task, he'll get it done… even if he doesn't like it and complains the whole time.

Weaknesses:

* LUMBERING : It's going to take a while for Rintoth to get the hang of his body, and his rapid growth in size will extend the problem while he's still an adolescent, since he'll always seem to be off balance. Even once he's grown, he's never going to be a graceful creature, and he'll maintain he's far more useful as a blunt force instrument anyway. But it does mean R'ghal will have to get used to how heavily Rintoth lands, and his feet may get stepped on a fair bit while his dragon is still small.

* RASH : Rintoth is very much an "act now, talk later" sort of dragon. Headstrong and with a quick impulse for violence, he thinks the best way to solve disagreements is through fighting them out. After all, if he's strong enough to win, surely that means he's right? And when it comes to risk-taking, he's never going to look before he leaps, meaning either R'ghal will have to learn to reign in his dragon, or the two of them are going to be a menace together.

Dragon Speech Code: This is what your dragon's voice will look like. Background: #1b1b21; Text: #9493a7

Member Info...

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.

We hope you like him! :love:

Coded by SanctifiedSavage for SWW

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 12, 2018, 11:54:06 PM »
The considerate Bronze had not quite crossed the halfway point of the space between eggs and Candidates when the next dragonet hatched. This one burst from his egg, leaving the speckled grey shell in shatters on the sand [15]. From it was born yet another Black dragon, this one a thick mass of muscle and eyes aflame with an acrid orange that quickly shifted to a redder hue as he spotted the Bronze before him.

He didn’t bother to roar a challenge as his older brother had. Instead he hissed, the sound nearly a snarl as he darted forward, trampling the remains of a previously hatched egg. Fortunate for his clutchmates, perhaps, that he was near the front of the grouping. It seemed nothing was going to stop him from getting to the dragon he had instantly recognized as a rival—maybe even for a future bonded.

His charge caught the Bronze by surprise, who screeched in pain as a raking set of foreclaws drew lines on his flank. Ichor bloomed against his hide, and he spun to face the Black in a shower of sand.

Their battle was brief but fierce. Though the reason for the fight escaped him, the Bronze seemed determined to give as good as he got—gouging at the Black in return for clawmarks and bites, until the Black pushed him away and now favoring one leg. The two eyed one another for a tense moment, teeth bared, until the Black seemed to catch sight of something interesting behind his brother.

Just as a Candidate stepped forward to claim the darker dragon, so too did one summoned by the Bronze’s voice as they each reached out to their riders. Neither of them had the energy to fight anymore.

Almost meekly as they were led off the sands, an pale tan and brown egg near the back began to break apart [29]. What emerged from it was a tiny thing, almost as small as some of the Reds that had been in the cavern earlier. But instead, this was a pretty Green lady, who slunk forward submissively to claim what was meant to be hers. She skirted wide around the spilled ichor between her and the Candidates, eyes whirling yellow in fear of the lingering atmosphere in the wake of her brothers’ fight.

Spoiler for OOC:
Egg 15 – Black 002 to NPC
Egg 29 – Green 002 to NPC

Bronze 001 to NPC

Per the norm, it’ll be another day or so before the next post. 8D Go app these weyrlings.

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 12, 2018, 01:23:04 PM »
There wasn’t an easy way for her to track the time other than her own thoughts, and here she was comparing and contrasting all of the past hatchings she’d attended or watched. Of Kalestath’s three previous clutches producing mutations, the last had been her first that she actually Stood for. Pregnancy and misbehavior had benched her in the past, and she still wasn’t sure if she was grateful for that. It was a sobering feeling to know that she’d been a candidate for six turns now, and one of her earliest peers had maintained his rank as weyrleader for four of those.

Still, she knew she had time.

Savi’s attention strayed to the weyrleader in question during this down time between the Reds and Everything Else. Neisoth still looked as healthy as ever despite the pressures his existence placed on the pair. Still, with only one casualty so far, this clutch seemed to whisper a promise of stability. A new normal.

Would Imyth be able to exercise the same control?

She chewed her lower lip. Certainly, Saviavi had time to Impress, but her mortality felt a little more fragile at that thought.

The eggs began to rock a little more vigorously and the first non-mutation arrived. A Brown. An old wive’s tale trickled through her head, how a Bronze being the first to hatch ensured a healthy, lucky clutch. Reds kind of ruined that. Her eyes trailed the dragonet and only left him at the trumpeting of another, a Black. While she hadn’t been present, or even alert, when the maulings and attacks and betweens occured at the last batch of Blacks’ behest, she still felt a flutter of unease. This one was largely isolated though, with just him and the Brown on the sands and the latter of those already Impressing.

Then came a Blue and no further issues as both remaining hatchlings found their chosen. The Blue had been quite lovely, she thought, and wondered if a skilled weaver might ever dream of recreating the pattern of his hide onto cloth.

The Sands quieted for precious minutes. Savi was still feeling good, as far as hatchings went. Her robes were still wet and the steady drip of water onto the ground beneath her feet kept her alert. She did take her hair down and smooth it and then rewrapped it, mostly tangle-free. She wrung out the hem of her robe and shuffled her feet to move dry sand over the wet spots beneath her. Her legs itched where her drying skin was littered with individual granules and she looked forward to a warm soak in the bathing pools after all of this was over.

A crack directed her attention back to the eggs. Another Brown. He was a lovely looking creature and seemed more intent than his brother before him. His Impression was just as quick. She made a mental tick as he moved off of the sands with his bonded. Thirteen Impressions, one death, no betweens.

The Bronze’s appearance was unimpressive compared to the Black’s, however the difference between the two (and the thing that made her smile) became apparent as he came to the aid of another dragonet in distress. Savi was quite sure a Black dragon wouldn’t spare the time and wondered if Kalestath would have ultimately intervened, or if perhaps the Green that now emerged would have been abandoned for her weakness.

The Green Impressed and the Bronze still waited and Savi wondered if he was waiting to see if any other of his siblings required assistance. He’d be a dragon to watch.

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 11, 2018, 09:53:41 PM »
Another handful of minutes passed after the Black dragonet had made his choice, he and his brothers all exiting the Sands and leaving the clutch further diminished. But though many of the young dragons had hatched already, there were yet more clusters of eggs remaining where Kalestath had protectively kept them, gleaming in the light with the promise of what they held within. So many more chances for the Candidates on the Sands to step away as a bonded pair.

Just enough time had passed for some, perhaps, to get impatient, when the top of an egg near the front cracked off, an almost clean shear as the baby within simply pressed their head up through the weakest part of the shell. Their claws were soon to follow, crumbling the front of the muddled grey and violet egg [14] until it gave way and spilled them out in a rush of fluid.

The second Brown of the clutch—certainly not an inauspicious addition to the clutch, even if he wasn’t as flashy as a Bronze. That distinction didn’t seem to bother him any, and his large body had a certain near-predatory quality to it as he flicked his tail, shattering what was left of his former prison, and moved to the Candidates.

He stopped near Harsaia for a moment, eyes narrowing up at her thoughtfully, and then moved on. His long, thick tail left a furrow in the sand as it dragged behind him, rasping over the ground in a way that might have seemed distinctly menacing where his hide black instead. Such as it was, he simply seemed thoughtful.

Ultimately, he selected his future rider without fanfare. The moment might even be lost as a red-shelled egg [5] tipped against the speckled blue one beside it [4], almost knocking its fellow over before slipping off and sliding against the mount of sand that had been keeping them in place. Though it was somewhat difficult to see from behind the other eggs still shielding it, a back leg emerged first—glittering with a distinctive metallic sheen that seemed rather coppery against the more golden color of the Sands. A few moments later, the Bronze struggling to crack the thick egg finally forced his way out of it, inadvertently backing up into the same blue egg he’d knocked into previously.

Peeping could be heard from within that one, an almost piteous noise like a cry for help. The Bronze cocked his head a moment as he listened to it, even glancing up at his mother questioningly. But when Kalestath didn’t move toward the egg and the distressed-sounding dragon inside, he turned his claws to the shell instead.

Perhaps a tense moment as those razor-sharp talons tore at the outside of his sibling’s home, scoring the shell and eventually peeling at it and the membrane beneath once it began to crack. The peeping had intensified, the creature within maybe sensing that another was helping them. With the Bronze’s assistance, the thick, hard outer husk was left in shards on the ground and a little Green tumbled against her brother’s legs. Her foreclaws appeared duller than his, perhaps the source of her difficulty in breaking through on her own.

Beyond that, though, she seemed healthy. The two of them shared a short, trilled conversation—and her voice rang out in the heads of the Candidates near to the front of the group: Thank you!

The Bronze simply rumbled his acknowledgment, licking some fluid from along her jaw, and then nudged her with his snout to urge her toward those waiting for them.

She wasn’t a graceful creature, exactly, but she seemed energetic despite her struggle with emerging from her egg. Wings flopping comically along beside and behind her, she bounded across the sand—her brother following along more slowly behind, as he paused to sort out his legs from his wings—and nearly bowled into Sionann on her way to her actual bonded. He helped me! I think we’re friends now.

Spoiler for OOC:
Egg 14 – Brown 002 to NPC
Egg 5 – Bronze 001
Egg 4 – Green 001 to NPC

Again, the next post will be going up in roughly 24 hours. Someone app these babies.

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 10, 2018, 07:53:02 PM »
True to the routine established at other hatchings in the previous turns, a period of calm followed the initial appearance of the Red dragonets. The other eggs were active, rocking and showing signs of following suit, but it took some time before another cracked on the sands. Long enough for some of the Healers to carry Karou’s body away, though the large bloodstain beneath her was left behind, making it impossible to ignore the truth of what had happened. Eventually, the bloodied sand would be removed and dumped in the cove, but for now it would only get shuffled against the rest of the soft ground, clumped together with gore and darkening in the heat.

But at least the remaining Candidates were given a chance to collect themselves before another dragon was born. This time it was the dim brown shell of an egg off to the side [1] that cracked, rocking vigorously enough to tip over on its side and widen the spiderwebbing flaws. A chirping could be heard from within, muffled at first and then ringing clear as the young dragon forced his head through and climbed out of the broken husk that had once been his home.

A leggy Brown, his eyes whirled in a mellow teal as he beheld the world for the first time, though there were hints of orange in his gaze that spoke of the hunger running like a hidden current beneath. Content to observe for a moment, he simply looked around at the Sands, at his mother, at the rest of the eggs still holding his siblings within, and then at the Candidates before crooning, almost humming like he was considering what to do next.

Closer to Kalestath, another of the eggs hatched without much fanfare, the shell simply breaking apart and sloughing off of the dark body within. The pale, grey-blue egg [23] had divulged its contents too, birthing a Black, glinting creature with what almost appeared to be a metallic sheen beneath the lights in the Hatching Sands.

He roared a challenge, brassy and loud, to announce his presence—enough to catch the attention of his Brown brother, whose attention shifted over to the Black and then slid away again in disinterest.

Finally, the Brown moved forward from the remains of his egg and approached the Candidates, moving unerringly toward the one that he intended to claim. Well, come along, he announced cheerily. I’m sure there’s more to see outside, and I’m hungry too.

As the two of them moved away toward the feeding pavilion, the Black dragonet snaked his way forward between the unhatched eggs, like a dark shadow moving across the Bowl as the sun traveled across the sky. He wasn’t as quick to make his choice as the Brown that had hatched before him, instead inspecting the Candidates as he considered them, eyes a deep blue. He wasn’t rushed or even annoyed—just judging everyone he came across and finding them wanting.

During his slow, ponderous process, another dragonet emerged into the world too. This one slowly broke through his own shell, a pale pinkish-lavender like the petal of a delicate flower that bloomed into the form of the Blue that had been born from it. Shaking off amniotic fluid and egg shards, he flared and shook his wings, the membranes shimmering like the scales of a fish.

He wasn’t as graceful as the Black nor as decisive as the Brown, walking clumsily across the Sands with an almost rolling gait, wings dragging on the sand. Cheeping to himself almost the whole while, as though he was talking to himself, he wove his way placidly between the Candidates at the front of the grouping to one that was standing quietly off to one side—and the Impression was made only a moment before his Black-hided sibling finally looked up at one of the male Candidates with a simple statement of, There you are.

Spoiler for OOC:
Egg 1  – Brown 001 to NPC
Egg 23 – Black 001 to NPC
Egg 12 – Blue 001 to NPC

Sorry about the delay. Our RL friends are having a mini-vacation from work, so we’ve spent the last few days hanging out with them. Since there was some interest mentioned in the cbox, we’ve also decided to extend the time between admin posts in order to give y’all more of a chance to respond. As such, the next post will be going up tomorrow evening, roughly 24 hours from now.

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New Members Introduction / Why hello there!
« on: September 10, 2018, 01:30:34 PM »
I already jumped into chat, but thought I should probably make a formal introduction! I'm Bee, and I have been without a suitable RP outlet for many moons, so I am very excited to take up residence here. It's been a while since I McCaffrey'd, so I'm busily re-familiarizing myself with some of that sweet sweet Lore, but I look forward to RPing with you all!

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 08, 2018, 05:15:57 AM »
"It's comin' too quick Savi." Oarlen whispered in a low voice, barely registering the insistence behind why they should move away. He knew she wouldn't be there if it wasn't important, but everything was hapoening too quickly, and no healers had managed to reach them. "Can you hold down on-"

He didn't get to finish his request, his hands covered by larger, ones, rough and tender at the same time as a third voice joined the fray. Reassuring him that he could let go, that they'd do what they could to help but that he needed to let them take over. He'd done exactly as he needed to, they told him, but he still hesitated a bit before loosening his grip, flinching at the increase in the flow of blood before the healer's hands were placed where his had been.

He didn't get to see much else after that, the rest of the healers shielding his view as O'sir pulled thwm away, everything happening in only a few short seconds yet feeling much longer. He responded with a small "Oh". Looking down at his hands with something akin to awe before glancing to Savi and O'sir, patting his hands against his robes as he tried to catch up on what was happening.

The blood smeared in stark contrast to the white of his robe, a few smudged handprints before he realised what he'd done. "Oh... Sorry. Yes. I understand." He mumbled in response offering Saviavi another brief glance to see if she was Ok before stepping away from the candidate master. "I should go back." He added with slightly more confidence, the confirmation more to give him something concrete to focus on.

He wasn't exactly... well... He'd need to process what had happened after the hatching was done. Karou was with the healers. He'd pay her a visit afterwards. That... that would suffice. O'sir said not to stay there, and Savi had said the same.

So he moved away with a soft thankyou.

He'd not been told to stop standing. Had no injuries and was still suitable for impression, and he remembered to move exactly as they'd practiced, almost able to ignore the shouting reds and. knowing, though they brushed his mind, that none were to be his. By the time he was... properly rehistering things again, no reds remained and only the glimpse of stained sand gave away the fact Karou too had been moved.

If there were no more reds, things should run a little slower... or so he hoped. He wanted to be able to appreciate each hatchling that came out instead of worrying about whether he needed to dodge out of their way. His attention drifted somewhat in the lull to find O'sir, Savi and some other friendly faces, a shaky grin all he could do to reassure them that he was alright, even as he sought to make sure they were. He needed to keep his thoughts calm so his bonded coukd find him now. So that's what he endeavored to achieve.

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 08, 2018, 01:19:31 AM »
The reds were cute, Oskendar had to give them that, even while his legs stung from the grains of sand slowly but surely making their way deeper into the cuts the red had given him. Hopefully the rest of the eggs followed suit quickly, but no matter how long it took, Osken would be standing here for all of them.

He tried to catch Khary's eye when the last of the reds made their way off the sands with their bondeds, none of which was her. But maybe she'd still impress this hatching, maybe she'd find her perfect match where she least expected it. He just hoped she wouldn't be too disappointed without one of Kalestath's red. Osken knew how tough it had been in the time between when he had accepted search and when Kharismene had followed suit. Oss was not looking forward to experiencing that again.

Regardless, he had no intention of either of them not impressing. It was obviously what they were meant to do, it just might take a little bit of time.

8 down, 24 to go. He didn't know exactly why, but 24 seemed much, much smaller than 32 had. Shaking his head to clear the thought, Osken turned his eyes towards the rocking eggs, trying to predict which one may be making its way to meet them all first.

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 07, 2018, 10:17:16 PM »
Another Red made its Impression after comically flopping to the sands. Had Savi ever known the canines of old Pern, she would’ve likened it to a puppy. Mostly though, she was just glad to see that there was a limit to how much the mutants could play before they gave in to their hunger. She grinned a silly grin and glanced toward those candidates near her to see how they were reacting to all of this.

Directly following that, the newly Impressed Red seemed to have a miniature show down with two of its clutchmates. Saviavi admired the scene, the small things stretching their wings and acting the image of a miniature, but fearsome, dragon. And then the two split away from the pair, and headed toward the candidates to try their own luck.

She was expecting it to go as before, with the candidates minding where they stood and taking cues from the dragonlings. The Reds seemed to have an advantage in their social nature- that they reached out to nearly everyone meant that it should be easy to figure out when they weren’t destined for you, right? Maybe Savi would mention this to O’sir. With Imyth and Corvath pairing up the future was looking very Red.

She felt them pry and poke, filter through her head like they intended to collect every secret and fear and fantasy. She felt nothing in return, aside from that feeling of alienation from the intrusion. Savi didn’t step forward, didn’t step back, but she was tense on her feet lest she need to move if they chose her general direction.

What followed next happened so quickly that she didn’t register it, not until Oarlen rushed to Karou’s side and had been there for precious seconds over her fading body. His form, small though it was, blocked most of the gore from her line of sight. She could smell it, though. The metallic tang of blood was one she was familiar with these days. Saviavi felt her heart sink, and the hope she’d felt just minutes ago vanished without further thought. She knew Karou, she had bullied Karou, and now guilt was crushing her down.

Was it safe to move, though? Oarlen probably hadn’t even considered his own safety, she thought. He deserved to Impress the dragon of his dreams, he’d proven his bravery time and again. It was for his sake, and for Karou’s sake, that Savi decided she had to move. She took quick and concise steps to where the girl had fallen and crouched down beside Oarlen. “The healers will do what they can,” she said, voice strained. “We need to get up. It’s not going to do her any good if we attract their attention,” she nodded toward the two Reds that still roamed the sands.

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 07, 2018, 04:18:45 PM »
Oarlen still had trouble putting each mental voice to each red dragonet, trying to figure out from their behaviour who was saying what in case they called for him. Almost as soon as he'd thought it, a red did call out, but though he could pinpoint the last of the original four that had flopped down on the sands, there was no real pull behind it. He'd obviously never impressed to a dragon himself, but it had to feel at least a little bit like a firelizard impression. Yet he felt... well. Nothing more than mentally drawn at the constant chatter going on.

The voice and accompanying mental presence disappeared with an oddly hollow feeling, and someone neadby moved forward to scoop the red up. Another impression made and not much in the way of injuries. He was surprised when two of the other reds moved to follow the newest pair, glancing towards O'sir to see if he perhaps knew what was happening. Wherhandlers were able to impress to two wher's... Was that starting to happen with dragons as well?

As soon as the thought formed, it was disproved, the voice returning into his head for what he hoped would be the last time to shoo the other reds away from theirs. The two were unphased though and started boubding towards the group of candidates, and Oarlen's attention was focused instead on avoiding being knocked over, surprised somewhat when one spoke to him but not too dejected when it moved away. Clearly, it wasn't his bonded and he was finding it easier to accept that not every hatchling would be his with O'sir's reassurances helping quash down the dark voice that told him he'd never impress.

He followed the path still, curious to see who would impress them when the voices died down to a far more manageable number... and he realised someone wasn't standing like the rest of them.

"Karou!" He couldn't help the shout, too shocked by the fact she wasn't trying to get up from the sands to think about whether it was wise. He wasn't the only one to react, but he was quick to crouch down beside her, trying to find out where the blood was coming from before pressing the palms of his hands down on her neck. Trying to make sure she could breath while stemming rhe flow.

He was no healer, had only learnt what had been taught during candidacy and the more urgent on the spot aid until someone could come and help.... it hadn't really included neck wounds, but the fact Karou hadn't rolled to protect her belly had to be a bad thing.

Belior and Timor hadn't rocked up at least, and in the back of his mind Oarlen was happy he'd blocked most of his concious thoughts from his fair of firelizards. He didn't want to deal with that on top of this. "Hang in there Karou... The healer's are comin'. They'll know what to do." He whispered to her, trying to keep the waver from his voice at the sheer amount of blood that was soaking his hands no matter where he applied pressure.

She wasn't looking at him, and it was about as distressing as everything else that was happening. "Comeon 'rou. Just alittlelknger yeah?" He added for good measure, not daring to look around inncase she thought he wasn't paying her any attention and hoping that she was just still from the shock of it and not the fact she was staining the sands with her blood. "C'mon."

Karou was his friend. They'd trained their flits together, did chores and had lessons together, even exploring the tunnels together when time permitted. They didn't always get along but they weren't just classmates either. And though he had tried to position himself in a way he could help and avoid an injury himself, his attention was only for the dying candidate... Though the truth of that descriptor had nit quite sunken in.

Spoiler for Hidden:
Yell out if I should change anything. Just trying to destroy Oarlen's heart and assuming he wouldn't get in trouble for "helping" until a healer cones in... and that he was close enough to do something about it.

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 07, 2018, 12:35:29 PM »
Daravia backed up several steps as two of the reds barrelled straight at her and her brother. She didn't go as far as to use him as a shield, but it was a close run thing. She still had memories of their claws from last year. No matter that she'd gotten away without a stay in the healers domain, it had still hurt.

She almost giggled at the very clear disgruntlement in the voice of the one that had collided and lost what seemed to be a race. The other had a touch of smugness in her as she brightly added: We can race to the food too if you want. That was just adorably cute. If they were going to food at least they'd found their bondmates and might just be a little quieter. Not that she minded them, sort of, they were just so very loud all at once.

I can be quieter but if you just keep standing there we won't get to the food first. Daravia stared down at the smug little red that had plopped down in front of her. The pose was very clearly disgruntled at the lack of movement from her and just as obvious that she expected better. Daravia was suddenly aware of the almost musical like quality that had been in that voice, like it was suddenly more there than the other voices echoing in her mind.

“Right. Food.” She turned round in a daze, Anedaith bouncing around her feet as Daravia marvelled at the fact she just knew her name without even having to ask.

Of course you know my name. Why wouldn't you? I chose you. She just sounded so sure of herself despite only just having hatched that Daravia smiled happily as they ducked into the feeding pavilion.

Spoiler for ooc:
She's so cute and I love her and you are awesome! @SirAlahn @SanctifiedSavage

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Journals / Re: Slow Going WIP *gasp*
« on: September 07, 2018, 02:59:11 AM »

Play By:
Bae Su-ji
Biography

Name:
Vassatiere
Honorific:
Nope
Pronounced:
Vahss-ah-tear
Nicknames:
Vass
Date of Birth:
10.03.2569 9th Pass
Place of Birth:
Tillek Hold
Dragon Color:
Red
Impression Age:
2591/22.
Wing Rank:
Weyrling
Weyrmate:
No

Your Reflection...

Appearance: Vassatiere is a small, slight girl at 5’1”. She looks sweet, innocent, and when she keeps her mouth shut, she can easily stand out of the way and blend in with just about everyone else. She’s pretty, when she’s cleaned up, but she’s never looking to draw attention to herself. Her clothes are always bland colors and hide any manner of feminine shape, her long hair is frequently pulled up in a tight bun, and she doesn’t frequently meet anyone’s eyes.

There is some wiry strength to her, from turns upon turns of chores and drudge work, and she’s very quick on her feet when she wants to be. Since arriving at SWW, she’s been able to fill out just a little and gain some color in her face. Otherwise, she’s a bit pale and the sun isn’t her friend.

Response to 9th Pass Catastrophe:
Vassatiere survived staying out of the way, stealing what she could, and making sure whomever touched her when she didn’t want it, paid for it in blood. She’s got a sharp mouth when provoked, but she didn’t really have the bite to back it up. Not upfront, anyways, so she spent a lot of her time running and hiding. Sleeping in dark nooks and occasionally taking advantage of the few good people in Fort.

Response to dragon color mutations:
The more dragons the merrier, right? She’s always liked the unbridled energy of the Reds and the impressive growth of the Blacks in the weyr. She’d never begrudge someone a dragon though – that’s the ticket to the good life, after all.

Who are you...

Likes:
Independence : Vassatiere will do what she’s supposed to, to get by, to blend in, but she really likes her free time and treasures the ability to decide what to do with it.

Physical Activity : Vassatiere wasn’t ever trained by a harper like some and missed out on those fundamentals – which were supplemented when she became a candidate, but it’s always made her feel inferior to those around her. Thus, she much prefers physical things in which she can be more on par with her peers.

Swimming : In the underground lake, in particular. Getting there might be a little treacherous at times, but it’s always an adventure. The cold water is a reward and the dark tunnels remind her of a safer Fort. She’d never want to go back there, of course, but she likes the sound of water bouncing off of stone and the privacy there. Even better that she frequently swims.

Dislikes:
Farming Work : Vassatiere burns easily in the sun. While she won’t complain – aloud – she doesn’t enjoy working on sunny days outside because her fair skin just turns red and hurts.

Gossip : For as opinionated as Vassatiere is, she hates listening to the opinions of other people because she thinks they’re flawed, wrong, or ignorant. She doesn’t have time to listen to hearsay or rumors.

Comments about her height : She knows she’s short. You don’t have to point it out. It ain’t funny or cute.

Strengths:

* FAST : For her size, Vassatiere is quick on her feet and quick with her hands. It’s what kept her alive during the Pass – having relied so much on only herself.

* DETERMINED : There’s a way to get everything done, even if it isn’t obvious at first. If there’s a problem, she’ll figure a way around it. It might not be morally great or honest, but when she wants something, she’s set about getting it.

* ACTIVE : While she’s fully capable of relaxing, Vassatiere entered Candidacy relatively fit. It’s something she honestly enjoys and a wholesome way for her to spend her time – swimming, training, etc. It’s replaced other, less desirable ways of spending her time like drinking or gambling.

* ROUGH : Growing up in the dark tunnels of Fort wouldn’t be complete without knowing how to fight. She can handle anything sharp that she must to defend herself, and she can react well to attacks to her person. She’s not about to overpower anyone and her reach is very short, so she relies on a quick move or two to disable someone and get out of a situation quick.

* ADAPTABLE : She rolls with the situation and doesn’t really plan ahead. She might have vague wants and wishes, but Vassatiere very much lives and reacts in the moment. This means she thinks well on her feet and doesn’t frequently crack under pressure.

Weaknesses:

* HONEST : Don’t ask her a question you don’t want a jaded, waspish answer to. She’ll be honest, but it’s always from her perspective and she rarely has a good opinion of anyone or any situation.

* DECEPTIVE : Vassatiere looks a lot nicer than she really is. Appearing small, approachable, and even friendly, that immediately changes when she opens her mouth to talk to someone. She doesn’t want anything to do with people unless they have something to offer her.

* ANTISOCIAL : Vassatiere has a hard time working well with other people or even admitting she needs help, especially once she’s impressed to the very willful Ysolth. She’ll need friends, or at least a support system, and learn how to rely on wingmates. It’ll be hard given her past.

* FLUSTERED : When she does become upset or angry, either because she’s frustrated by a particular lesson that isn’t a physical thing ( oral or written lessons ) or an interaction with a person that isn’t going well – and she’s forced to interact with them - she can become easily flustered and frustrated. Her face heats up, her eyes water ( which she absolutely hates ), and it’s hard for her to talk past the lump in her throat. It’s not that she gets sad, it’s more she’s so flustered and upset and becomes further so by her reaction to it.

* PESSIMIST : Life hasn’t been kind to her and she has a difficult time seeing the good in people. Coming out of candidacy with no friends didn’t help ( not that she was friendly >_> ) and she’s always felt like she had to fight against the world. She’s seen too much lying, cheating, stealing, and murder to think the world could ever be a better place.

Describe Yourself:

* SECRETIVE: It is incredibly difficult to get close to Vassatiere. She’s spent a lot of her life keeping to herself and she quite likes it that way. Most don’t know anything about her and when she is approached, what she has to say is to keep people away.

* PROUD: It’s hard for Vassatiere to admit when she’s done something wrong, especially when she’s trying to save face in front of a peer. She’ll come up with excuses, lie, or insult, but she doesn’t want to admit fault.   

* QUIETLY AMBITIOUS: Impressing a dragon was something Vassatiere always hoped for, but wasn’t ever really sure it would happen. She wants to be better. To be more than she is, even if she has no idea how to do that or go about it. Being able to impress Ysolth really made her aware that maybe she’s worth more than she thought.

* ENVIOUS: She believes that there are some people who have just had it better than her, and she hates them for it. This stems from a deep rooted envy, having felt her own life was so much a struggle and not having any family to rely on. She’s particularly envious of people who did have a family and she’ll be quick to lash out at them in particular.

* CLEAN: Now that the choice is hers and the opportunity there, Vassatiere always keeps herself clean. Her clothes might be boring and roll, her hair frequently up and out of the way, but she wants to feel good about herself.

The Magic Touch:
It isn’t that she likes alcohol, but she used it as a method of escape. Gambling was just a way to pass the time. She’s not the best gambler either, nor can she really hold her alcohol.

Family...

Mother: Rank, birthdate, deathdate if applicable. If she was a dragon rider, we need to know the turn she Impressed and the name of her dragon.
Father: Rank, birthdate, deathdate if applicable. If he was a dragon rider, we need to know the turn he Impressed and the name of his dragon.

Siblings: Name, rank, birthdate, and deathdate if applicable. If any were dragon riders, we need to know the turn they Impressed and the name of their dragons.

Children: Given the nature of Pern, most dragon riders will have some manner of children, especially around the ages of 14-16, as that is generally when holders begin to pair off and get married. It is highly unlikely, and very rare, that someone will make it to the age of 20 with no children.

Tell us a story...

This is the perfect place for you to write out your character’s history. Dot points work out best. So list the important events in their life, a small description of what happened, and their emotional reaction to the event with no more than 5 turns between each event.

* year, age Event

* year, age Event

* year, age Event

* year, age Event

* year, age Event

Give us a taste of your character and a sample of how you roleplay. No real length limit.

Member Info...

Created By:
What you would like to be called on the board
Other Characters:
List, please.
Inactivity Preference:
Make them an NPC, kill them off, adoptable, or have them fade away?
Mauling Permissions:
Look here for the different options!
Anything Else:
Any notes or comments you’d like to make. If you would like your character listed as nonbinary, please note it here.

Coded by SanctifiedSavage for SWW



Image Credit:
Link to line art.
Dragon Details

Name:
Ysolth
Pronounced:
Is-hole-th
Color:
Red
Date of Birth:
24.6.2591
Place of Birth:
SWW
Clutch Mother:
Kalestath
Clutch Father:
Neisoth
Measurements:
Mature Length: 20M
Mature Height: 5M
Mature Wingspan: 36M

General Appearance...

From the moment Ysolth burst from his egg, he was fully in control of his appendages and ready to play. Rough and tumble, the color of deep red wine, there was absolutely no variance in his coloration. He was just a dark dragonet chasing his siblings. As he gets older, he'll lighten up and taken on a richer hue in his wings.

Personality...

Mind Voice:
Ysolth sounds like he's always telling you a secret that you shouldn’t share, and you're both about to get in some wicked fun trouble. There's still a roughness to the sound, some untamable wilderness lingering in the sound of him that could grate on some people's nerves.

Likes:
He's nosy : He wants to know things. Everything, but mostly pointless things. Things people don't usually want to share. Secrets are the best, and he wants to know everyone's. Things that are well known around the weyr have little interest to him.

Chasing things : Ysolth is an active dragon, and has been from the moment he hatched. While his wings are quite proportioned for his body, he still likes to dash about. Flits are his favorite to chase. He promises not to eat them.

Fighting : He calls it wrestling. Others would call him a bully. He doesn't say mean things, but this Red likes to put his claws and mouth to good use.

Dislikes:
Gold's Command : It's a good thing that a dragon's memory isn't too long. He doesn't exactly remember Kalestath's hold on him from birth, but it's left a lasting disdain for being forced into anything - he doesn't like not having a choice.

Whining : Ysolth doesn't have time to listen to anyone complain, and he definitely doesn't care to hear it. He loses interest and will simply exit the conversation.

Strengths:

* SCRAPPY : Ysolth isn't afraid of much. Bigger dragons? Being hurt? Monsters in the jungle? Crazy Golds? Nope. He'll charge head long into all of it with an eagerness bordering on suicidal. He doesn't really have a sense of fear or self-preservation, but he's quite willing to do just about anything that sounds fun or dangerous.

* ENERGETIC : Ysolth has the stamina of a dragon much larger than him. When his wings wear out, he'll be quick to transfer to the ground and keep going. He wants to show that he can keep up with the best of them - and he will be able to do well for a dragon his size when he gets older.

Weaknesses:

* WILLFUL : Ysolth has a real problem with authority. Whether it's outright disobedience or taking it all a joke. He really doesn't like being told what to do and it's like trying to hold onto sand sometimes.

* WASPISH : Ysolth has a temper, for a dragon, and he can be snappy to those that annoy or bother him - which can be easy to do if you're trying to strong-arm him into doing anything he doesn't want to or whining about him trying to play.

Dragon Speech Code: This is what your dragon's voice will look like. Background: #2e060d; Text: #ff220c


Member Info...

Anything Else:
He's so chipper.

Coded by SanctifiedSavage for SWW



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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 07, 2018, 12:32:20 AM »
Had they been a little less... loud Oarlen may have needed to stifle a chuckle or two as the four darted with eachother, not quite aware enough that it was Kalestath and Kalestath alone that had kept them from charging towards the candidates as they entered the sands. As it was, he was concentrating on trying not to let the words overwhelm him, his head feeling... full with the individual voices shouting at him, at everyone, to come and join them in their frolicking.

If it hadn't meant sparking the wrath of their mother, and perhaps of a day when they were actually bonded, Oarlen wouldn't have minded obeying. Without the surprise that came with them jumping at him willy nilly, he could easily imagine enjoying a romp with them - in much the way he did with Ellsk earlier. When four more hatched his head felt like it was about to burst with the cacophony of noise they emitted, little care in the world for who heard them and just as... active in his head as they were amongst eachother.

He almost stepped backward when Kalestath moved, worried for a moment if he'd done something to draw her attention before realising she was simple adjusting her position. Her attention, so far as he could tell, was for the reds who were... well... was expanding the right word for it?

Oh but how he wished he could block his ears as two went from tumbling to mock fighting, one earning themselves a minor injury while the other stood rather proud in their victory. As before, the temptation to shift away was squashed before he could act on it, Kalestath's inaction to stop the red from moving closer worrying until he realised that it wasn't actually going anywhere near him... this time. The relief of not having to decide how to avoid the tiny claws was calming, and he found he didn't mind not being paid any mind at all. If it was meant to be his, he was sure he'd have known before now, and as he watched it walk away, he couldn't not notice the person it was impressing to.

Still aware of O'sir's repeated warnings regarding the sands while reds were present, Oarlen didn't do anything to draw much attention to himself, though he wished he was able to join in with the polite applause that followed Rinokan's impression instead of fighting to make eye contact so he could congratulate him. Not that the ex candidate paid him much mind... He had a dragon to occupy himself with now!

Two more seemed to follow quickly after Rinokan (He'd need to find out if he was still Rinokan afterwards) and this time Oarlen didn't hesitate to stay where he was, the direction taking them into the group of candidates, for sure, but not nearly close enough for him to be concerned. Whatever Kalestath was doing seemed to be working well for everyone, and though he noticed someone tumble beneath the body of one of the reds that had reached them, there was not the same... Urgent flurry of activity that had followed the chaos of the previous turn... which suggested the candidate was as unharmed as could be expected.

The noise seemed to lesson with the three impressions, but Oarlen found his head still throbbing, to the point he tried to set up a wall between what he was hearing and the firelizards back at his room. He trusted their ability to stay behind... But if they couldn't hear him over the noise of the reds, then who was to say they wouldn't try and investigate the reason why.

... He didn't want to deal with the consequences of that occurrence.

But it made his head hurt more to try and keep the reds voices from flooding his link to his firelizards, and he hoped the rest would find their bonded quickly now that they'd been out of the egg for a little while. The sooner they were out of his head, the easier he could focus his attention on everything else that was happening. He hadn't even managed to see who'd been the second and third impressees.

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Hatching Sands / Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 06, 2018, 08:48:55 PM »
Oskendar was trying to stand still, to give the red a target with which to avoid. He wanted to avoid getting caught in that dance that sometimes happened when you rounded a corner, bumped into someone, and both stepped in the same direction to get around each other... then you both stepped the other way. Until finally one of you had to stand still while the other walked around. After the last hatching, Osken wasn't so sure that anyone other than his dragon would appreciate dancing with him.

As it was, the other candidates around him didn't seem to have the same mindset. Instead forcing to hatchling to move out of their way, and at great force too. It seemed the dragonet hadn't quite gotten the hang of tempering it's speed yet.

The tumble sent them both to the ground, and subconsciously, Oskendar went to reach to help the dragonet off him. But he felt no change to the screaming in his head. The voice that spoke to him was only loud, not "right". So instead, he stilled, allowing the red to scratch it's way down and off his legs, wincing only slightly.

When the red seemed to be done with him, it's whole attention now focused on sibling and bonded, Oskendar stood. Leaning down in an attempt to brush the sand sticking to his wounds off of him. If his bonded was in this hatching, he didn't want it to be deterred by him looking like he'd come off worse in a fight.

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