Frost and Fisticuffs Brown Szadath
| Frost and Fisticuffs Brown Szadath | |
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| Impressee | Taikrin |
| Hatching Date: | 20 March, 2010 Day 4, Month 4, Turn 22 |
| Current Age: | 46 turns |
| Egg Name: | Elegant Figure Eight Egg |
| Size: | 33.5 feet |
| Dam: | Imperial Faberge Garden Gold Iovniath |
| Sire: | Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze Cadejoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:35 |
| Egg Credit: | Saliqa |
| Dragon Credit: | W'chek |
| Puppeteer: | W'chek |
He might seem a carving of sleek, varnished ash wood, but no woodcarver would have built a dragon so wide--he has shoulders like a burdenbeast, limbs that are as big around as the trunks of ancient trees. The muscles are not clearly defined but obviously present, the enormous padded bulk of his body making an average-sized brown seem behemoth. His hide is pale as blond wood, smooth over the blocky body and haunches, only faint striations of lighter and darker colors running through it like woodgrain. Huge, broad wings become more pallid still, their sails lit with silver frost. A slim trail of white curves over the left wing only, as though a long-faded scar from some unknown injury. Whatever trauma he seems to have endured, it also seems to have left him without one of his front teeth on the top, the gap obvious whenever he opens his mouth.
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Elegant Figure Eight Egg
A wintry silver color encompasses the smooth oval shape, shimmering and giving the appearance that it will be very cold to the touch. Passing along the top of this, a slightly darker streak: just a thin, precise line that's almost been carved in. This line dances along the entire surface, breaking in places, but always coming back to form tight circles, deep groves, or, along one side, a large figure-eight. The occasional sprinkle of white along the patterns makes it seem all the more like tracings cut in ice.
From its new position, the Elegant Figure Eight Egg attempts a few more movements, twists and turns and one extended slide down a small hillock in the sand, all terribly graceful. Then, suddenly, it is wrenched from inside in a single jagged movement that splits the shell open along the previous fault. The brown inside inelegantly demolishes the rest of the egg in the process of getting out.
Frost and Fisticuffs Brown
He might seem a carving of sleek, varnished ash wood, but no woodcarver would have built a dragon so wide-he has shoulders like a burdenbeast, limbs that will be as big around as the trunks of ancient trees. The muscles are not well defined but obviously present, the enormous padded bulk of his body making an average-sized brown seem behemoth. His hide is pale as blond wood, smooth over the blocky body and haunches, only faint striations of lighter and darker colors running through it like woodgrain. Huge, broad wings become more pallid still, their sails lit with silver frost. A slim trail of white curves over the left wing only, as though a long-faded scar from some unknown injury. Whatever trauma he seems to have endured in the egg, it also seems to have left him without one of his front teeth on the top, the gap obvious whenever he opens his mouth.
Temperament
If dragons are supposed to be even-tempered, moderate personalities who turn their riders into generally nice people, somebody forgot to tell Szadath. He's not the yin to your yang. He's the "yang for the win and screw anybody who says otherwise." In other words, Taikrin, he's going to encourage a lot of your bad habits, and possibly instill some new ones, but if you can trust anybody to know that you're really one of the good guys, anybody to stand up and help you be a Big Damn Hero -- he's it.
You're a team. Or a posse. Some might call it a crew. Of course, Szadath will be apt to extend this out to his clutchsiblings or wingmates, even if they aren't really your favorite people in the world, but it's still the same thing. It's a trait he has in common with his sire, who sees High Reaches as his pack. For Szadath, though, it's always a matter of « Us against the world! » And if furthering his team means breaking some rules (or some legs), then the ends justify the means. Heaven help anybody who messes with you two.
In weyrlinghood, the rules are probably going to chafe both of you. « We can't do /what/? » Grumbling would be enough for some, but Szadath is a dragon of action, not of sitting around being a whiny-assed pansy. Right? Right. His guiding principal will be something along the lines of "it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission," but he probably won't ask much forgiveness, either-not if he can avoid it, anyway. Regardless of your feelings about your clutchmates, he is likely to make fast friends (or partners in crime) with Teivoth and Iskiveth. Fear for the Weyrlingmasters. At least when punishments come down, he accepts them as just the price you pay for these things. Until, of course, he can figure out a way to get out of them.
His loyalty to his clutchmates, however, will be fierce. For a dragon who dislikes rules so much, his enjoyment of drilling might come as a shock. Szadath will enjoy working as a part of a group and try to encourage you to do the same, learning more about how the formations work, spending long hours practicing with him even when others have gone off to relax for the evening. He's not ready to settle for just being good; he wants to be the best.
After graduation, Szadath will take to his wing like a duck to water, but hope it's one of the less rigidly structured ones, because otherwise the two of you are likely to end up with a lot of dawn sweeps. Sweeps will invariably bore him. Nobody else there, no particular physical challenge, and- « Who wants to look at so much damn /scenery/? » The rare occasion when there's some action on sweeps will do little to encourage more general patience, though in the immediate sense, he'll definitely enjoy the break from monotony. Drills are his element, where as he grows more comfortable he will increasingly show off, although never so much as to compromise performance.
But there is, of course, all that sudden free time. He will prefer to spend it out and about when possible, and of course it doesn't do for you to be alone, either, Taikrin. He's in favor of raucous partying, the more of it the better, especially when there's any conceivable thing to come up with to celebrate. He won't meddle much in your romantic (or less-than-romantic) pursuits, but if you go without, expect him to start encouraging more time in the Snowasis. And more liquor. Those always work, don't they? « We work hard, we deserve to play hard. »
If you do happen to decide that there are better things you want to do with your life, though, he's there right behind you. He believes in you. He knows you deserve the rank and the accolades as much as anybody. Whatever goals you want to chase, he's all in favor, no matter how much of a reach they happen to be. Sometimes, the more of a longshot the better -- it makes victory all the more satisfying, when you do eventually get there.
It is in flights that Szadath's competitive nature takes on kind of a nasty streak. It's not that he doesn't want to win-he certainly does-but in the absence of an easy win, he will take a perverse pleasure in preventing *others* from winning, too. With his bulk, he's more than enough to shove a blue or smaller brown out of the way, and likely to try it even with larger dragons. If it causes him the occasional injury, well, so be it. He doesn't mind. And he may well get to know the interior of the dragon infirmary quite well.
Nor is he content with just chasing greens, oh, no. Whether he wins or not, he's not going to be able to resist the lure of the *win* of catching a gold. Not that he'll have much patience for egg sitting, should that be something his golden mate requires of him-but if there's anything /active/ she needs of him, well, he's be there in an instant. Of course, you'll have to deal with more than a few losses, but what else are liquor and lower caverns girls for?
As they reach the age of maturity, his relationships with his female clutchmates will get more complicated. Liniath's fluffy frothiness suddenly goes from vaguely annoying to really darn cute. And Kynith's focus on performance, always vaguely appreciated, becomes suddenly irresistible. Greens in general will always attract his attention, but Szadath is not a romantic. He's never going to have the gorgeous words. Not that he'll be flustered by their attention, but he's a blunt object when it comes to the ladies: « Hey, HOT STUFF! »
You, Taikrin, are in the end the only woman for him, really. But that doesn't mean he can't have a bit of fun.
Public Impression Message
When the Frost and Fisticuffs Brown Hatchling rushes at one particular dark-haired former convict, it almost seems a foregone conclusion that she's going to be bowled over. Instead, he slides to a stop just inches from her, wings fanning, and looks up with wide and whirling eyes all for Taikrin.
Private Impression Message
A breath of cold invades your thoughts like an ice-cream headache, only instead of pain there is only an intractable pressure. « Taikrin? /Taikrin/! » Just in case you weren't paying attention, suddenly he ramps up the volume, your name vibrating in your own head. That brown is looking at you. Yes, you. « You're Taikrin. Szadath. I'm Szadath. Whew. Now that we're all warmed up, can we get down to the eating? »
Mindvoice
Something of his dam's inner winter seems to have been passed on to Szadath, as his thoughts are always cold, dry as the air just over the ice and with a faintly echoing quality, especially when he shouts in that baritone of his. Which he does, often. Rarely at you, Taikrin, although when excited his volume grows noticeably. Other dragons routinely bear the brunt of it: « I didn't do anything -- /did you see what HE just did/? »
Itchyspots
Bulky as Szadath is, he has a little trouble with chafing between limbs and body, and those spots can itch horribly. Also, the hide along his shoulders and haunches seems to be very prone to getting thin and dry if not oiled constantly while he's growing. But good luck getting him to sit still long enough for oiling; he'd rather be out there! Doing something!
Dragon Inspiration
Do you believe in miracles? Szadath takes his inspiration from the sport of ice hockey-from the old ash wood hockey sticks to the infamous bad behavior of the players. The NHL actually lists "fisticuffs" as a penalty. It seems like a sport Taikrin could have gotten into. In the Winter 2010 Olympics, the Canadian women's team shut out the US to win gold 2-0. The goaltender was Shannon Szabados, whose Hungarian surname conveniently means "liberated", thus Szadath (Ssah-dath). She made 29 saves in that game. Afterwards, the team went back out onto the ice to drink beer and smoke cigars, a move that attracted a lot of negative media attention, although nobody would have batted an eyelash for men doing the same thing. Hockey and women don't go together in a lot of people's minds-and neither to women and brown dragons.
Egg Inspiration: Watching the Olympics in this particular household always boiled down to watching the figure skating. Beautiful, precise.
Clutches
Szadath has produced 0 gold, 3 bronze, 6 brown, 8 blue, and 8 green dragons.
| Clutch 38 | Iskiveth | Szadath | 13 eggs | Day 11, Month 1, Turn 24 |
| Clutch 47 | Hraedhyth | Szadath | 12 eggs | Day 1, Month 4, Turn 31 |
| Clutch 35 | |
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