Manipulations of Frost Brown Rasiyoth
| Manipulations of Frost Brown Rasiyoth | |
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| Impressee | Ajatha |
| Hatching Date: | 30 May, 2009 Day 18, Month 11, Turn 19 |
| Current Age: | 49 turns |
| Egg Name: | Chemical Burn Egg |
| Size: | 34.9 feet |
| Dam: | Imperial Faberge Garden Gold Iovniath |
| Sire: | Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze Cadejoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:32 |
| Egg Credit: | Persie |
| Dragon Credit: | A'son and Persie |
| Puppeteer: | A'son |
Though large and shadowed with the hard, dark hues of frozen ground, this brown maneuvers his rangy build with premeditated precision. His square jaw is grizzled paler than the rest of him, as though encrusted with ice, while eyeridges the color of dirty snow shade his piercing eyes. Headknobs, neckridges, the spars of his wings--each of these is rimed with frost, winter's hoary touch melting as it seeps down a long neck and lean shoulders, a cascade of slush that peters out along his chest. There, bands of color gradually darken as they encircle him, on the way to muddy paws and bone-pale talons, cruelly hooked and flecked with clay. Little of his length has escaped the rising mire that clings to him, outlines every muscle of his flanks and striated tail, until their deep tobacco-brown color is murky and damp. Even the charred chestnut sails of his wings, unfurling high above his back, do not escape the muck: they, too, are splattered with the stains of earth.
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Chemical Burn Egg
It's an unnatural shade of green-too green, too bright and garish. Glossy patches allow the light to reflect in odd ways and the undulating hue makes it seem like that viscous acid color is moving slowly and eerily across the shell. From places where green stretches into sickly yellow, like bubbles forming and breaking around the heat and gasses of an unknown source, tiny wisps of pale blue smoke toward the egg's crown.
Manipulations of Frost Brown forces his damp, dark head out of the hole he's been gradually working apart all this while. The fissures on the shell finally break apart, shattering and allowing him to tumble out onto the sands. There he lays for a moment, watching the world around him with wide red-laced eyes. He'll right himself after a time, give his expansive wings a shake and then take slow, cautious steps away from his egg.
Manipulations of Frost Brown
Though large and shadowed with the hard, dark hues of frozen ground, this brown maneuvers his rangy build with premeditated precision. His square jaw is grizzled paler than the rest of him, as though encrusted with ice, while eyeridges the color of dirty snow shade his piercing eyes. Headknobs, neckridges, the spars of his wings-each of these is rimed with frost, winter's hoary touch melting as it seeps down a long neck and lean shoulders, a cascade of slush that peters out along his chest. There, bands of color gradually darken as they encircle him, on the way to muddy paws and bone-pale talons, cruelly hooked and flecked with clay. Little of his length has escaped the rising mire that clings to him, outlines every muscle of his flanks and striated tail, until their deep tobacco-brown color is murky and damp. Even the charred chestnut sails of his wings, unfurling high above his back, do not escape the muck: they, too, are splattered with the stains of earth.
Temperament
Rasiyoth is one thing above all things, and that is cunning. He has no worries about how long it will take to get somewhere, as long as he finally gets there. He's a dragon that enjoys being the dark horse, the underdog; there are few cracks to his armor and he does all things necessary to keep them hidden. Suspicious of strangers and often overprotective of you, Ajatha, he'll want to keep both his and your vulnerabilities shielded from others. Rasiyoth will advocate being more mysterious and keeping your ideas and feelings held close to your heart, not out on your sleeve.
Though there are a handful of things in life that Rasiyoth's interest in nears adulation, he will only allow himself to express a quiet reverie for those things. His feelings for you, however, take on an entirely different attitude. Almost childlike, he will become excited for all the things you are eager for, giddy over everything that makes your stomach become astir. Unless of course, whatever you're gearing up for means you'll be spending less time with him. His overprotectiveness nears jealousy at times, and he's not fond of sharing you with anyone else. He wants to be the bee in your ear, the whisper on the wind, and most of all to have a hand in every decision you make-whether you know it or not. Less interested in rank-that's too much work-than in being the man behind the curtain, the Svengali pulling all the strings, he'll seek to position himself, and you, closer to those in charge, all the better to exert his hypnotic powers of persuasion on them, too.
Initially, Rasiyoth may well be less interested in your weyrling classes than you'd probably like him to be. Lessons are a petty concern for him when he can instead focus on developing ways to get others to do your chores for you, or on how he can skip out on boring, repetitive lessons to do things that are more attractive to him. You'll need to keep him focused, especially during those early months of weyrlinghood. As time drags, on he'll begin to pick up on what it's all about-or rather, how he can use that knowledge to his advantage. Inherently selfish, Rasiyoth needs to know how things apply to /him/, to /his/ status, before he's interested. Once he figures that out, he'll be an exceptionally fine student, with a fine mind for little details and understanding the bigger pictur-again, as long as it's relevant to /his/ interests.
Though Rasiyoth is blessed with a longer memory than most dragons, he will still need your help with many things, mostly related to keeping up the vast troves of information he'll eventually hoard. You'll find that he's always making mental notes about others, notes that he wants you to commit to memory or at the very least write down for him to reference later. He'll be more than eager to learn about any sort of gossip (read: blackmail) that he can then turn around and use later against his enemies.
As Rasiyoth experiences more of the world through weyrlinghood, he will begin to develop a rather unusual relationship with the outdoors, specifically with water. At first, his reaction to it will be outright phobia, as he sets his paws and declares fervently, « No, no. I do not like this. There's something /wrong/ with it. » The depths of the lake will inspire great anxiety in him. With guidance from you, the only person he really trusts not to do him harm, he may gradually take steps to desensitize himself, if only because showing such fear gives others a handy weakness to exploit.
That agile mind of Rasiyoth's, the one that you've spent all weyrlinghood cultivating, will shine as an adult. Reluctant to take risks, he'll always advocate the slower path; his advice to you, Ajatha, will be to take your time, think things through and examine all paths before leaping. « Jathi, I see no reason to do that now. We will wait, won't we? » And he understands, too, the ways your mind works, the best way to wheedle into your head and get you to do exactly what he wants. Over time he's going to want to see you make connections, to meet people and do things. He'll be your drive, building you up and toughening you for all the things you can be. Though he may not appear it to others, your brown is a go-getter. He's just slow and methodical about his methods.
As time passes, however, Rasiyoth may begin to pick up unsavory habits. He'll be more inclined to sleep late, overeat, and in general indulge in the epicurean delights instead of doing what he needs to do. When he hits these bumps in the road, it's going to be your duty, Ajatha, to give him the kick he needs, to re-focus him and get both of you back on course. Of course, the older he gets, the more difficult this may be, as Rasiyoth may well retreat more and more into himself and you. He's never one to make friends, too busy trying to use everyone around him in his machinations; and this tendency may make him more than his share of enemies as people catch on to his ways. Accordingly, Rasiyoth may become wary of others' intentions toward him, and likely rightly so. But if you're not careful, and don't keep his spirits bolstered enough, his unease may well develop into full-blown paranoia, and his deep-seated conviction that the world is out to get him may very well paralyze him into inaction.
Finally, when it comes to the outdoors you'll find that, over the turns, he'll developed some sort of affinity for it. He'll often want to be outside during the dead of winter, enjoying the frigid cold and even the blizzards. His fear of water will slowly vanish, and instead of avoiding it, he'll often sink beneath the depths of the lake. « Oh, Ajatha. So glad I am that you freed me of worries. This feels so... familiar. » And indeed, he'll seem to associate the waters of the lake with many things, finding ways to incorporate it into significant events into his life, however much a stretch or a retrofitting of his history that might require. Something of a superstitious dragon, he'll frequently think up strange metaphors involving it, just for the sake of doing so.
Rasiyoth will be a fervent chaser, rising to the skies to follow after green or gold. While at it, he'll engage in all manner of antics to get her attention and try to woo her with all the big words that he can pick from your mind. He'll be smooth, sweet and oh so sincere at the time. Once in the sky, he'll have no hesitation about using nasty tricks to get the competition out of the way. A well-placed claw here, a strategic maneuver of his bulk there. Maybe even a hard head-butt if necessary-anything to get him ahead, to get him to his prize. Of course, this plan may very well backfire on him, as he becomes so preoccupied with taking down the competition that he fails to worry enough about actually winning the prize; and thus he loses his girl in the end. Bitter and prone to blaming others rather than accepting his own faults, he may act out spitefully toward the female and her triumphant suitor for some time afterward.
Should he actually succeed in catching, however, Rasiyoth's attention will disappear and his interest in the female at hand will dwindle down to nothing almost immediately-he'd remember her better if he had actually lost. It won't be surprising to find that the morning after he's completely abandoned his recent lover. There will be some that he'll stay for, but on the whole he's not very good on the morning-after follow up. In the event that he should win a gold flight and sire a clutch? Prepare to be bombarded constantly with his ideas on child rearing. Rasiyoth will want to be there on the sands, even if he doesn't care for the mother. In fact, he'll probably be at odds with her over any little old thing that's involved with the eggs. He'll want to be there for the clutching, for the egg turning, for inspecting the candidates and guarding the eggs at night. What he lacks in his relations with other dragons, he'll make up for in caring for the eggs he's helped produce, seeing them as the way to finally, permanently secure his mark on the world.
Public Impression Message
Manipulations of Frost Brown is creeping around the sands, staying as much on the outskirts as he can. A group of girls squeal when he passes, causing an alarmed crimson whirling of his deep-set eyes. His pace quickens then and he hastens past another grouping, nearly skittering on past one lithe blonde standing there before he manages to stop. Drawing himself up with great dignity, he approaches the young woman with more poise than previously exhibited.
Private Impression Message
It's not as instantaneous for you as your clutchmates will later describe. Instead, there's time to think, time to feel those shadowy strands of thought ingratiate themselves into your mind. They seek everything, filling all the fissures like cool seeping water, making complete whatever wasn't before. So soothingly, a voice: « Ajatha, we're one now. » Vivid, graphic images are flashed into your mind, all the possibilities now that you're one, together. Complete. « I am Rasiyoth. Your Rasiyoth, Jathi. »
Mindvoice
Rasiyoth will communicate with you, Ajatha, in a mix of images and well-spoken rhetoric. His voice is usually low and controlled, insinuating and intertwining with your own thoughts. There's almost always the hint of a dark rasp, an unusual accent pulling at his words. When not speaking outright, his mind is laden with intense visuals; however, they're usually blurred at the edges with wisps of shadowy tendrils. All in all, his mind is a well-ordered place, kept together and never confusing despite the surrealness of its mental landscape.
Itchyspots
Rasiyoth's jaw and muzzle are not just grizzled-looking; they're also extremely itchy. He'll need generous amounts of oil massaged into these places in order to assuage the deep tingling feeling. Often, he'll try to convince you those other, less itchy locales aren't nearly as important as taking care of his face. You're going to have to make sure that you don't neglect the rest of his body, even though he's always going to complain.
Dragon Inspiration
The inspiration for Rasiyoth was Grigori Rasputin, a cunning thinker and man who could take his time. Someone who had the ability to manipulate those around him to get him into a better position. Since some key elements of his life included water, that was worked into the temper, as well as the description, a combination of a hard Russian winter by the river, along with elements that you desired. His name plays off of Rasputin's name.
Egg Inspiration: Yay toxic chemicals in comic book technicolor!
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