Savvy Skyscraper Bronze Kolniveth
| Savvy Skyscraper Bronze Kolniveth | |
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| Impressee | L'hai |
| Hatching Date: | 26 July, 2009 Day 21, Month 4, Turn 20 |
| Current Age: | 48 turns |
| Egg Name: | Lights in the Dark Egg |
| Size: | 38 feet |
| Dam: | Sun-Soaked Summer's End Gold Lieryth |
| Sire: | Brazen Batallion Bronze Riuth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:33 |
| Egg Credit: | Nenita |
| Dragon Credit: | June, Loe and Skinner |
| Puppeteer: | Loe |
A towering sculpture of a bronze, warm as dawn's light on stone and bright as glinting steel, this dragon holds himself high and straight with unmistakable self-assurance. His face is strong, chiseled, all clean lines and smooth planes with a sturdy, distinguished jaw and sleekly curved headknobs. A wide avenue of ridges advances down his back in monotonous squares until they rush into a crowded series of bumps along his streamlined tail. Tin-cast champagne splashes his trim sides, made all the brighter by irregular streaks that patter his ribs like so much half-rinsed grit. The tall, muscular architecture of his shoulders and haunches and the depth of a broad chest give his otherwise lean build an athletic quality, lending power to long limbs and quick motion. When spread, his enormous wings reveal the length of straight spars that gleam like newly polished metal, their sails holding a mottling of brick and concrete, rendered indistinct by the haze of sunlit smog.
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Lights in the Dark Egg
A dark, cloudless evening is the black that sets the backdrop for this egg. White twinkles are scattered across like so many stars in the sky, lighting up the looming rectangular shapes that sweep up the sides of the shell. Other shapes appear as well, round domes, and other tall figures that could be seen as towers to the creative eye. Highlighting them are streaks of green and blue, with tints of red.
A sudden, furious trembling seizes Lights in the Dark egg, and first small pieces, then huge chunks shake free. The bronze dragon who emerges from the pieces already has his feet under him, and with a quick flip he puts his smog-screened wings in place as well. The only thing left to bother him is an egg fragment stuck to the tip of his nose, and he bats that away with a businesslike paw. Then he's on his way, hustling towards the scattered ranks of candidates like he's got a pressing deadline.
Savvy Skyscraper Bronze
A towering sculpture of a bronze, warm as dawn's light on stone and bright as glinting steel, this dragon holds himself high and straight with unmistakable self-assurance. His face is strong, chiseled, all clean lines and smooth planes with a sturdy, distinguished jaw and sleekly curved headknobs. A wide avenue of ridges advances down his back in monotonous squares until they rush into a crowded series of bumps along his streamlined tail. Tin-cast champagne splashes his trim sides, made all the brighter by irregular streaks that patter his ribs like so much half-rinsed grit. The tall, muscular architecture of his shoulders and haunches and the depth of a broad chest give his otherwise lean build an athletic quality, lending power to long limbs and quick motion. When spread, his enormous wings reveal the length of straight spars that gleam like newly polished metal, their sails holding a mottling of brick and concrete, rendered indistinct by the haze of sunlit smog.
Public Impression Message
Right after sneezing in the face of that last candidate, the Savvy Skyscraper Bronze picks himself up and strides to another one. He didn't even glance this way before, but now he heads straight towards his choice. Once he gets there, he rears up on his hind legs, sinks his claws into the man's ribs, and waits for the floppy-haired youth to notice him.
Private Impression Message
It starts with a smell. A chemical whiff of exhaust blows in like a change in the wind, the balmy island heat suddenly laden with the too-sweet scent of rotting garbage and the thick humus of autumn leaves. A drawn-out honk and the slow-growing rumble of traffic build until they overtake the drone of the watching crowd in the gallery. Sounds and smells merge, clamoring in, shoving each other for space, but all jostling together in one untidy flow, hastening down deep into your mind. Color drains from your vision, leaving everything in shades of gray. Then several stabbing pangs go crawling up your waist to your ribs and reality flows out from the pain. « Hey, L'hai, snap out of it. » Looking up at you is a big bronze dragon who's sunk his claws through your robe to stand up. « We need to move. I'm Kolniveth. And I need to /eat/! »
Temperament
Kolniveth is a man's man. Except, well, a dragon. His confidence isn't an over-the-top arrogance so much as simple certainty, allowing him to be straightforward and skip all the pussyfooting. He doesn't put up with crap; he's the no-whining, get it done and move on sort. He picked you - and make no mistake, he knew what he was doing - for your logical mind and conservative nature, something to mesh with his no-frills reasoning and rein him in when he's pushing too hard. In return, he offers you the drive to push past your flaws, to try new things, to be who you are without apologies.%r%rHe's bent toward industry and if he's not doing something then he's thinking about it. The thoughts come fast--opinions forming, problems dissected and solutions strategized--so when they come spilling out, it's often so quick that others need a moment to catch up. You have the benefit of feeling this thought process behind the words so you understand innately what he's saying, but his weyrlingmasters might be surprised to find him suddenly spitting out a long complex question at record speed. Hopefully they won't need him to repeat it; he talks fast because he wants to move on, not waste time going over what he's just said. « Just keep up, will you? »
With this active mind comes a tendency for him to go and go until he drops. Kolniveth is not a good sleeper. He stays up late, which might come as a trial for you when weyrlinghood is wearing you thin and all you want is a solid night's sleep. And he wakes up in the morning ready to go, ready to get on with the day even before he uncurls from his couch. But dragons do need to rest sometime; Kolniveth drags in the afternoon, getting cranky and testy and in need of a nap. But he'll be a night owl for life, no matter how inconvenient: he doesn't want to miss anything.
You'll find early on that he doesn't much care if you've got a fear of germs or a need for order. He lets it slip right by; it's just who you are. But if Kolniveth ever finds that your little peculiarities are getting in the way, holding you back? Well, he won't stand for that. You suddenly feel the need to arrange your shoes in a nice neat line instead of going to dinner? He'll mess them all up. « Come on, L'hai. This isn't important. Let's fly. » Maybe in the air you can work out your frustrations, or at least take your mind off of whatever's bothering you. Or maybe the two of you can have a good row about what it means to accept yourself.
As he gets older, he'll learn to work his own confidence more, finding that with it comes a suave, casual charm that he can use to his advantage-- and he is always looking for that advantage. He won't ever really be the sort to hold his tongue, but he'll also learn how to say just the right thing to rally others to his way of thinking. That said, he's got a jarring tendency to drop curse words in his speech. It's never meant to offend or rile, he just talks that way. « Forget that shit. What were you saying about adding the numbers? »
Of course, all of this, his no-bullshit nature, his confidence and nonchalance has a certain appeal, but it also has certain preferences. He's something of a 'boy's club' kind of guy. « What kind of wuss wants to talk about their feelings all the time? » Not him. Not in front of people. Feelings like that, they're private, something he'll share only with you. And so all the frilly dragons, the fussy ones, the unmitigated gossips, and the tacky flirts have no place among his comrades. If he could hang around the lounge drinking scotch with the guys, he would.
It's probably no surprise that Kolniveth isn't the sort to spend his time wooing girls. He's not in it for the quick fling and he's not looking for longterm romance. What he likes is somewhere in the middle, a brief but blazing affair. The flight will find him using all of his ambition, turning crafty and ruthless in the air. Forget about just bumping the guy next to him, if he can knock him clear out of the sky that's even better. Maybe he'll push him into Sivrudith and let the two of them have it out while he goes for the prize.
As a mate, he can be rather indulgent, not fawning but instead letting his girl shine. He knows the catch reflects well on him, knows it's all just temporary and so it's worth it to throw himself into the experience. During these periods, these affairs, he might just push you toward a little romance, since he finds it so satisfying. But largely, he'll forget them in due time, distracted by the rest of the world and moving on. Should he end up siring a clutch, it would be this fleeting affair that keeps him around while there are eggs on the sands. He doesn't really care much for eggs. « They're eggs. Big deal. » But he may take an interest in hatchlings that seem promising to him, ready to shepherd them into positions of power, and make sure they remember who put them there.
With the wing, in drills and sweeps, that forwardness comes back into play. « Don't fuck around. Get out of the way. I'll do it. » This isn't a game, this is business, serious business. He's a bit of a workaholic and once he gets into the groove, he'll probably want to keep going, keep practicing after everyone else is tired and ready to move on. He's a steady wingmate and here his knack for stratagem, his active mind and frank opinions can be a boon to other dragons... or maybe just a pain in the ass. He wants the whole wing to succeed, not for community service, but because « It's my wing, so it's got to be top notch. » He's always looking for his own angle and his own chance to shine.
One thing he'll be particularly good at is that mysterious ability to blink out of existence and arrive somewhere new. Between. He's fast. He wants to be there already. He's so good at quick-thinking, so focused on the next move that learning to go between will be a breeze. Finally, he can almost be in two places at once! « Oh, this is -it-. Why did I ever bother flying from there to here? What was that all about? » While he might not be the most maneuverable of dragons, this special talent could well make up for it and with you, he'll want to see the world, expand your horizons together.
Mindvoice
While so many dragons' mindvoices are rich with imagery and sounds, Kolniveth's will be muted on both those counts. His images are smoggy and drab, blurred, as if he couldn't take the time to refine their edges. The sounds, though constantly present, are so much a part of the routine that they fade to a background babbling of tire on pavement, whining brakes, grinding construction, and the hubbub of a crowd. Scents are where his focus lies. His mood dictates the odors that infuse his conversation, from the heavy, clogged exhaust of anger to the crisp clarity of autumn leaves when he is pleased. Pride comes with dash of cologne and smooth liquor accompanies his lustier appetites. The smells vary from a subtle whiff to an overpowering sensation, depending on how intensely Kolniveth feels the emotion.
Dragon Inspiration
If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere. -Frank Sinatra
New York, New York. The Big Apple. Kolniveth is inspired by that fast-paced, never-sleeps, make-you-or-break-you isle of Manhattan. He's your debonair businessman, getting it done so get out of his way, with a confidence so absolute that he doesn't even need to shout about it anymore. He's Kolniveth, he's New York. Just try to keep up. His mindvoice is inspired by that overstimulating city, so full of sounds they become background noise, so full of sights that New Yorkers become numb to the chaos around them. Instead, it's the smell, that rich and diverse tapestry of scents that is his focus. And his description is based on the Chrysler Building, a shining beacon towering over Manhattan: http://tinyurl.com/ms4hn7. As for the name, we choose it from the list you gave us--so we hope you like it!
Egg Inspiration: Based on the Las Vegas Casino skyline at night.
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