Witty Mahogany Brown Eniolth
| Witty Mahogany Brown Eniolth | |
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| Impressee | Ashenna |
| Hatching Date: | 18 November, 2006 |
| Size: | 33.4 feet |
| Dam: | Wind of Spring Serenade Gold Lhiannonth |
| Sire: | Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze Leiventh |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:53 |
| Egg Credit: | Jazra |
| Dragon Credit: | Rilsa, Satiet |
| Puppeteer: | Rilsa |
Contents
Chaotic Vanguard Egg
Absorbed in fussing with the last egg, a fresh contraction seems to take Lhiannonth by surprise and she hastily crouches to lay another darker egg. She takes a moment to give it a look-over before setting to work in pushing sand around it.
As though buried for centuries of dust, this egg mixes swirls and swirls of rich sandy brown and deep ebony black. Tiny points, like diamonds, wink from its depths. Almost as though it had been buried in time itself, symbols wink from its depths, and a ring, a sparkling ring of golden color, is visible. Within the ring are more rings, a spiral of silver, almost blinding silver that, the more its looked at, the more dizzying the swirls become, until it looks like an eternal whirlpool is ready to jump from the shell. Within and without the whirl can be seen shadows, people, and strange monsters, locked into combat. Odd shapes twisting beneath the veil of sand dance beneath the shadows. Still, the inside of the ring remains clear, almost like a liquid silver road. The spiral inside the ring stretches into the distance.
The strange-looking ring on the Chaotic Vanguard Egg begins to twist out of shape as deep rents mar the surface, the dragon within seeking escape. The dizzying swirls shatter entirely under pressure from within as first a snout, then a paw venture boldly forth, the rest of this mahogany-shaded hatchling following swiftly afterwards.
Witty Mahogany Brown
The warmth and glow of rich mahogany and deep walnut are painted in generous brush strokes from snout to tail along the hide of this sleek brown. Hard lines and the deepness of his coloring lend the impression of a rich stain on a priceless heirloom piece. Although his hide looks smooth and polished, the striations of a ruddy tone add dimension and highlight the ripples of his developing muscles, from the militaristic lines that sweep across the length of his narrow tail to the proudly held head that rises above green-tipped neckridges. Small eyes, keen with witty intelligence, sit above a handsomely slim muzzle and are arced by protruding eyeridges that are reminiscent of bushy eyebrows. The combination of hues shimmer over the delicate membranes of his wide sails, from the leading to trailing edges as they gradient from warm sienna to charred walnut that clings and winds up along his spars to graze each shoulder with the shadowed brown. The semblance of a uniform is found in the natural curvature of his forelimbs and back haunches, and the way the richest of his varied shades hang to delineate illusory tailored lines.
Temperament
First: he'll be a handful with his eager to please youthfulness that seems to require attempt after attempt until he finally gets it, whatever *it* may be. While sheer doggedness might not always be the best possible recourse or solution, your Eniolth won't initially think to think beyond the extent of his current knowledge. Outside the box is not one of his earlier strengths, and although limited is not the best way to describe him, unfortunately he is not always the sharpest tack in the box. What he lacks, however, in learned knowledge, he makes up for in spades with determination and a natural affinity for responding quickly to and adapting to the worst of situations. He'll be game for almost anything, as long as it's not sitting by the lake to *read* of all things, he'd rather playfully nab at the fishes there instead, but adventure? You got it! Excitement? He's /there/.
His way of thinking may be a bit unsettling at first, he'll never *quite* excel completely at weyrling lessons, though he'll never be the remedial dragonet that seems to haunt every weyrling group despite what may come in life, and at times there might be moments of exasperation when, yet again, he doesn't immediately pick up on the schematics of flying. Sure, he'll try even harder for you, at the risk of straining himself, because like many dragonpairs, his adoration of you knows no bonds. It might even take him a few times, where even while he's trying and trying again, you can hear the churn of his thoughts as he ponderously goes through and then discards various ideas until he settles on the one most unlikely that it *just* might work. Funny that. Each iteration of each lesson brings him closer to fulfilling the potential of his future adaptability, and each lesson stored away to be pulled out for later use. It'll be something bemusing for him to ruminate over as he lazily watches the fish in the lake and the realization will sink that for all his seeming slowness, there's a keen observer there at heart.
Despite his continual thought process, many might consider him slow and somewhat comical as he throws himself with vigor into every task set forth, with a heedlessness that might follow him into his adulthood. But somehow, he'll have a congenial witticism about his conversations with his fellow weyrlings that'll hopefully endear him to many. You'll find that Eniolth has charm that compensate his determination, and an affable nature that claims close friends in a blinking assessment and remains steadfast to them and -you- forever. Once a friend, always a friend, and you -never- leave a friend out on the limb alone.
As he ages, he'll never quite lose the charming heedlessness, the trait cropping at what seems like the worst possible moments. « Go on, Ashenna, » *big* thump along your shoulder, throwing you capriciously towards this person of interest or that. But it's all out of love, truly. In spite of his earlier trials, he'll also gain a sense of command, latent leadership abilities blossoming in the latter half of his weyrlinghood to bloom in conjunction with an uncanny knack for the sarcastic - what brown doesn't enjoy baiting both friends and foes with flippant barbs?
Friends and foe alike are frequently subjected to his quips, facetious remarks, and off the cuff jokes leaving some mystified and others amused. Though his brushes with witticism aren't rare, they seem at odds with his derision of esoteric interest and as you grow with your dragon, the truth of such seeming animosity is found in intimidation. Obviously, he'll never admit this outright to you or -anyone-, but it exists, his intimidation of intellectuals, what they speak of, and how they react and think. Things should be plainly laid out and easily understood, not some mumbo jumbo nonsense of that no one can understand; and it'll show with his sometimes irreverence towards authority, especially those who seem -too- smart and staid, limited in his eyes by their lack of strength and physical determination. There's little reason to talk when there's not even enough time to *do*, but the *do* part is less for his glory or for that of you, unfortunately. The *do* is for the greater good of the Weyr and with life's experiences and lessons, he'll be able to weigh things out and might attempt to hold you back when your win would be to the detriment of an entire group.
When it comes to the opposite sex, Eniolth is generally fairly oblivious. While he's certainly aware that the greens and golds are different in various ways from him, the exact ways they are sometimes escape him. Emotion would have to hit him up over the head before he realizes that even you are, indeed, quite different from him beyond the differences between dragon and human. But it's also a trait that makes him endearing to many a female dragon and it'll take a particularly charming one to capture his interest in that way.
As such, when a female goes proddy, often times he's the last one to realize this, entering his bid into the chase long after everyone's begun their blooding. Don't let this fool you though - his time absorbing lessons and learning throughout life will serve him well as in the quickest instant, he'll remember how *this* green or gold flies, remember where they tend to curve in the air and the best possible way to catch them. When it comes to racing and the physical? He's your man. It's perhaps the one event in his life (that reoccurs consistently) where he'll jive with you in wanting desperately to win, calculating all possible ways until he zeroes in on the perfect plan: be it backing off or zooming in. It's all in the timing.
Public Impression Message
Witty Mahogany Brown pauses near a group of Candidates, observing his surroundings one last time before making his move. In the middle of a secondary sweep from one side to the other, movement stops, his motion stolen as a spark flares a prism of blues in his eyes. His approach of a gawkily adolescent teenager is punctuated with a crisp little nod and a breath of ownership over the sun-browned girl.
Private Impression Message
Waves of rippling blue intrude suddenly to bridge the gap between you and the earthy grittiness of another - someone quite different, but despite their uninvited intrusion, very endearing. True, it lacks grace and deftness, but undeniably, this new occupant in your mind brings with it a youthful exuberance that is wrecked with an eagerness to not only meet you, but also to please. That is, until a sharpness pangs through your stomach as a gust of heated breath washes of your face, and in the unfocused set of your eyes you find a keenly beady gaze staring right back at you both in reality and in your mind. Swirled in plaintive beige initially, as the connection gains strength so too does his confidence until a much more sardonic thought is extended. « I am Eniolth, at your service, Ashenna. Let's blow this gritty sand stand and get some grub. Besides, I'm itchin' like you wouldn't believe! »
Mindvoice
Glittering and sparkling like waves on the ocean, this dragon's mindvoice is depicted with soothing blues that are forever swirling with some eddy of unknown current. Generally, his touch suits his mood: deep tones ready to bring forth some witty remark or keen (to him!) observation. However, there's occasionally a sharper, more acerbic side to him too, when he gets riled - rare though it is - and the water fades away under the violent whipping of a sandstorm, scouring mentally whatever topic has his blood boiling.
Dragon Inspirations
Lt. Col. Jack O'Neill from Stargate SG-1 (prior to his promotion to General).
Egg Inspiration: The Stargate in Stargate SG-1 was found in the desert of Egypt, buried under a pyramid. The US Government found one and started training interplanetary explorers to go through it and make contact with life on other planets. For ten seasons the members of the foremost of these groups, SG-1, have gone on adventures in an attempt to defeat the evil Gu-auld, and more recently the sinister Aurae. Will SG-1 defeat the Aurae and save the galaxy? Only time will tell.
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