Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze Leiventh
| Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze Leiventh | |
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| Impressee | R'hin |
| Hatching Date: | 22 April, 2006 Day 4, Month 7, Turn 10 |
| Current Age: | 59 turns |
| Egg Name: | Slack Black Egg |
| Size: | 38 feet |
| Dam: | Jenryth |
| Sire: | Corineth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:12 |
| Egg Credit: | Rilsa |
| Dragon Credit: | Satiet |
| Puppeteer: | Satiet |
Thin and angular, the contours of this bronze are marked distinctively by the outjuts of sharp bones and the pull of ruddy hide over untried and soft muscles. Cinnamon and ginger darken in the shadows caused by his distinctive physical structure into burnt molasses, coiling up along haunches in a struggle with his predominately softer shade towards wing spars that stretch out wide from his shoulders. A sheath of crimson streaked opulence, much like the finery of a lord, hangs like a curtain of an intricately woven fabric from the gilt-frame of his spars to extend the illusion of a shroud of beauty over his general long-limbed gracelessness. The crooked hump along his snout provides the superciliously curve from over which lazy-lidded eyes seem to view the world around him with the unsubtle arrogance of privilege of birth that sets the arch of his neck high and proud, while leisure and lackadaisical near-slumber gathers around his limbs and non-expressive tail, creating a dichotomy of personality within even the stillness of his lengthy frame.
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Slack Black Egg
Looking extraordinarily pleased with herself Jenryth rolls a dark hued egg forward and places it -just so- next to a motley colored clutchsib.
Of smaller size and rounder shape, this egg is very visible against the sands of the 'Reachian Hatching Grounds. Unfortunately, that is all of the positive things one can say about it. There is no variety in coloring nor excitement of hue. It is black. Just matte black even. The egg seems to lack in finish or completeness. It seems to be a very slack piece of work but isn't there a saying not to judge a hide by its cover? Perhaps the dull egg hides a jewel.
Matte black gives way in its last violent tremor to shedding its finely-webbed shell. Dull sprinkles are all the more distinguishable against the pale sands of the Reaches hatching grounds, but even more obvious is the appearance of a ginger-flecked ruddy bronze settled languidly in the bottom half of his egg.
Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze
Thin and angular, the contours of this bronze are marked distinctively by the outjuts of sharp bones and the pull of ruddy hide over untried and soft muscles. Cinnamon and ginger darken in the shadows caused by his distinctive physical structure into burnt molasses, coiling up along haunches in a struggle with his predominately softer shade towards wing spars that stretch out wide from his shoulders; surely to be grown into. A sheath of crimson streaked opulence, much like the finery of a lord, hangs like a curtain of an intricately woven fabric from the gilt-frame of his spars to extend the illusion of a shroud of beauty over his general long-limbed gracelessness. The crooked hump along his snout provides the superciliously curve from over which lazy-lidded eyes seem to view the world around him with the unsubtle arrogance of privilege of birth that sets the arch of his neck high and proud, while leisure and lackadaisical near-slumber gathers around his limbs and non-expressive tail, creating a dichotomy of personality within even the stillness of his lengthy frame.
Temperament
Upon hatching, he will be far more curious in observing his surroundings and his clutchmates rather than eating, though it'll be the gnawing pangs, verging on ferocious, that'll cue you to his true state of mind. He'll have little need, even in his youth, to tend to his physical needs, relying on you to be able to pick out the more prominent desires or pains as the case may be and tend to them.
Soon, rather than later, he'll begin to attain a reputation for class-clownery due to a complete lack of desire to follow through. His lengthy limbs will oft get in his way requiring more concentration to avoid such fiascos of getting tangled up in himself, and sometimes that just isn't possible when you've so much more to do, or at least think of. Outwardly, he could grow into a favorite of the other dragons (and perhaps their riders) of his weyrling class with his pithy, sometimes on-the-mark, commentary and jovial attitude towards life.
It's the non-public persona, however, that is intriguing -- his perchance for having a running commentary deep-rooted in his mind of what he truly thinks of others and how he shares his thoughts and scheming exploits to you. You are his loyal gang of nineteen all in one, and can complement his ideas of heroism or, should fate allow, less pure intentions.
In classes, weyrlingmasters may find him a trial, though you will know he's capable of every last exercise and drill they try to coax out of him, and there's reasons for his careless attention to detail in classes: chivalrously (or at least to prolong the idea that he's not quite all there in the head), he'd like to forge a more commoning bond with his smaller clutch siblings. It's only in private he prefers to practice, without the watchful stare of others or the scrutiny of instructors. When the time comes, he'll be able to prove his worth.
As he matures, his tendency towards secreting the vast portion of his personality except to those few very trusted individuals (you obviously), and other dragons, will deepen, and he'll learn the subtle arts of putting on different masks for every occasion. There'll be the bright, charming mask which he utilizes when attempting to either wheedle something out of someone or to put them off guard. There'll be the lazy, somnolent one where either avoidance or the right to stick around and eavesdrop as a harmless entity will work magic. Flexible beyond imagination, he'll find just the right tact to approach any situation for his benefit, and the benefit of what he desires.
He'll take being made fun of with ease, and seems to not quite understand it, though you realize he understands fully. And sometimes, he'll exacerbate the conditions for which he's being made fun of, if only to throw smoke in the eyes of those who might not be easily deceived. Jovial, he'll make friends easily of most, brokering trust and relationships where you may fail and will mend bridges, though in the end, he is your man through and through as you would be his.
Physically, though he will grow, he won't grow into his limbs as they'll also be growing. Always gangly and lanky despite anything he eats, he'll best utilize this trait to its limits on both sides: poorly to continue that carelessness portrayed in youth, or with brilliant grace that others will surely view as somehow accidental.
He's not as weighed down by the mass of bulk his fellow brown or bronzes have, and instead will prove to be a lithe flier. When overcome with lust, all his calculated miscalculations will be used to obfuscate. Flights are one of the rare times when he throws all his carefully guarded secrets to the wind and without care for who he chases, he'll put his all into the chase. Gold flights will be the one time where your common sense and sly wit won't be able to corral him back except in the most extreme circumstances, and should you somehow manage for whatever reason to prevent him from chasing that glittering spot of gold in the sky he'll make sure you hear every seething roil of his muscles, and the tempest torrent of his mind. Greens, however, given that at least one flies daily, he will be more discerning of, though at first youth's impetuous nature will find him reeling after this or that once given the go-ahead to chase until some sense of maturity sets in. He'll enjoy the prettiest of females as sociable companions, paying gallant courtship at their feet, tails, or neck even when they do not glow. He enjoys the wit he can't seem to muster in public in his conquests, and should they prove not to be intellectually stimulating, he'll, with great gentlemanliness, discard them after a while and go about his merry, hole-ridden-memory way.
Should he win a gold's flight, his courtship of her will linger a while yet, though paternal instinct might not sink in thus preventing him from being Sands-bound, except in the cases of very strong-willed queens. The eggs will receive cursory care, more a side afterthought to his attendance of his mate, and once they shell, the thoughts of progeny skitter quite rapidly from his thoughts.
Public Impression Message
With a swiftness that belies his previous movements, there's goal-oriented direction in the way the Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze moves towards his intended, moving with grace and weaving through the remnant obstacles towards a sandy-haired, bushy-browed candidate. He skids to a stop just short of the lad, and dons on the lazy regality of before with a lift of his lengthy neck and a faint incline of his hook-nosed head towards his selection.
Private Impression Message
There's brightness and lighthearted laughter that rings somewhere in the periphery of your subconscious, a voice clearly that has faced no trials of life, and takes things as they come. Bell-like in its clarity, despite the basso quality of its intonation, the laughter becomes heartier as it rises in volume until it's there, there in front of you, and enveloping the turmoil of all your thoughts. « Rathin? I am Leiventh» Languid leisure roils with dry humor in the young dragon's mind, the sharp acridity of impending sarcasm flickering in the background. That's the punch that makes you realize that beyond the sunshine and seeming dimwitted exteriors, there's a reason that Leiventh has made his choice of you. « That won't do - R'hin is better. This shellin' situation won't do either. We will get food, you and I. »
Mindvoice
From the onset, it sometimes may feel difficult to differentiate between his thoughts and yours, despite the general languid feel his mental voice has The words that you are so good at, he absorbs, makes them his own, and then uses them with rapier sharp wit and a brilliant sense of timing that, if people and other dragons believe he's as dim as he lets on sometimes, they'll think he has a knack for coincidence. Bass and crimsons make up the vast majority of the complexities of his touch, along with that aforementioned leisurely pace. He's not to be hurried in speech or thought, and while his public persona betrays none of the quick-wittedness you will find thrumming in some delightful brilliance beneath, every so often, he'll shed the carefully cultivated mask of a fool and betray cleverness and sun-touched light in what he thinks to others.
Dragon Inspirations
"The Scarlet Pimpernel is a classic adventure novel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy, set during the French Revolution. It was first published in 1905, and is seen as a precursor to the spy fiction and the superhero genres. It gave rise to numerous sequels, and has been adapted several times for television and film."
Clutches
Leiventh has produced 2 gold, 6 bronze, 10 brown, 15 blue, and 21 green dragons.
| Clutch 53 | Lhiannonth | Leiventh | 11 eggs | Day 18, Month 3, Turn 12 |
| Clutch 54 | Teonath | Leiventh | 21 eggs | Day 20, Month 10, Turn 12 |
| Clutch 55 | Evielth | Leiventh | 22 eggs | Day 23, Month 10, Turn 21 |
| Clutch 44 | Zaisavyth | Leiventh | 0 eggs | Day 26, Month 12, Turn 28 |
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