Smooth as Tillekian Whiskey Brown Savroveth
| Smooth as Tillekian Whiskey Brown Savroveth | |
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| Impressee | Jadzia |
| Hatching Date: | 18 July, 2014 Day 15, Month 4, Turn 35 |
| Current Age: | 33 turns |
| Size: | 33.92 feet |
| Dam: | Conqueror of Worlds Gold Hraedhyth |
| Sire: | Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze Cadejoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:56 |
| Egg Credit: | Aishani |
| Dragon Credit: | K'del (with brainstorming assistance from K'zin) |
| Puppeteer: | H'kon |
There's something debonair about this brown dragon, and it's not just his hide like glossy mahogany, nor his svelte lines, so long and lean and perfectly proportional. The rakish tilt to his headknobs only accentuates the smug glee characteristic of his wide-spaced eyes; an equally aristocratic precision informs the swept-back line of his neckridges, their leading edges wine-rich as well as regal. Whiskey pools about his exquisite paws with the sheen of bronze, and about the tip of his dapper tail likewise; it also burnishes the fine bones of his wings, though not the mottled parchment of his close-held sails - the latter often tucked close to his shoulders and the flamboyant sweep of his back, not a cape so much as a perfectly tailored coat.
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Sheer Sparkle Egg
There's something sensual about this mid-sized egg -- perhaps in the curves of the shell or in the warm colour that covers it, a creamy brown that evokes sandy beaches and hot sun. That's not what makes it so very noticeable though: it's as if a net made of glittering crystal has been thrown over the whole of the egg, pulled tight. It sparkles with hundreds of tiny points of light, no matter how dim the cavern may be, drawing attention away from its clutchmates. Shimmery and seductive, whatever comes out of it is likely to be fabulous.
Flakes of glittering crystal glide away from the Sheer Sparkle Egg as it continues to shudder under the efforts of the hatchling within. Abruptly, the shuddering stops - only to be replaced, a moment later, by a great crack as it sunders. Left in the egg's wake is a dark-hued brown, wings furled about himself in a gesture of what can only be described as pure glee.
Smooth As Tillekian Whiskey Brown
There's something debonair about this brown dragon, and it's not just his hide like glossy mahogany, nor his svelte lines, so long and lean and perfectly proportional. The rakish tilt to his headknobs only accentuates the smug glee characteristic of his wide-spaced eyes; an equally aristocratic precision informs the swept-back line of his neckridges, their leading edges wine-rich as well as regal. Whiskey pools about his exquisite paws with the sheen of bronze, and about the tip of his dapper tail likewise; it also burnishes the fine bones of his wings, though not the mottled parchment of his close-held sails - the latter often tucked close to his shoulders and the flamboyant sweep of his back, not a cape so much as a perfectly tailored coat.
Temperament
The amazing thing about Savroveth, Jadzia, is that he's the wingman you've never had; the best friend who has your back, the one urging you to newer and higher - or at least more entertaining - things. It's true that he's not especially serious, and that his sense of restraint is, well, somewhat lacking... but is that always a bad thing, even if you encourage each other into ever more outrageous escapades? It's also true that there's some part of him that will never grow up. Maybe that doesn't matter, though; you've got each other, and that could be all you need.
As a young dragon, he's a little physically awkward; it may take him longer than some of his siblings - with the exception of Zvaraseth - to master effective locomotion upon the ground... and flying, well, that may take longer still. He doesn't care, though; yours is not a dragon prone to self-doubt, Jadzia. Savroveth has confidence in spades. He, simply put, is awesome, and that means you're awesome, too. He's got no time for lesser emotions; « When I get sad, » he might tell you, « I stop being sad and be awesome instead. »
And maybe it is that simple. He'll figure out how to move his body, eventually, and perhaps he'll even grow out of the stupid pranks he pulls on other dragons (but perhaps not). He'll probably never manage to stop spacing out now and again during weyrling training (and later, drills and sweeps), but Savroveth will be the master of 'winging it' (excuse the pun)... and can he ever tell a story. He considers himself a master of manipulation, though it's fair to say he fails as often as he succeeds; not only are his stories not always plausible, they're often downright fanciful, and the more hilarious because of it... especially since he's so committed to his stories even after others realize that they just don't add up. Although he will eventually gain a mastery over words, this will not be so early on; he'll have to practice and learn from experience, frequently coming out with absurdities until, piece by piece, he pulls together his playbook. Later, of course, he'll refuse to believe he was ever less than suave. How could he be?
One thing that may never change is his relationship with his dam. Hraedhyth is - in Savroveth's eyes - a pillar of perfection. They're certainly nothing alike, and indeed, she's the kind of dragon he might usually dismiss ('Where is the style? Does she not understand the importance of appearances?!'); it simply doesn't matter. Hraedhyth is his dam, and he will believe every word she says, until the ocean freezes and the moons fall from the sky.
With his clutchmates (and later, his wingmates), he can get competitive, sometimes even to the point of perceived aggression. He's a lover, not a fighter, though: he's got no time for anger, only time for winning. And friends: always friends. He's a dragon made for being part of a group; he's unwaveringly loyal, the kind of dragon who genuinely cares about others, even if he frequently hides it beneath that facade of bravado. You, Jadzia, are his number one friend. First and best.
Many of Savroveth's clutchmates will also be part of that group of his, though later, when he joins a wing, some of them will be supplanted by new faces. He'll regularly talk the ear off Cezveth, enjoying (and often encouraged by) the bronze and his social nature, even if he isn't as loquacious as Savroveth himself. Zvaraseth's physical disabilities unnerve him, just a little, but they share a love of stories... and then there's that appreciation of fine things, something Zmeyth also shares. Olveraeth can be just a little too philosophical and oblique for his tastes, something that may prove difficult during weyrling lessons; Savroveth struggles with instructions at times, especially if he simply doesn't find the task at hand interesting.
Savroveth will like issuing challenges to others, spurring competition; he likes to win, too, and will always try and set things up in such a way as to make sure he comes out on top. Life is frequently a game to Savroveth; others are a game, too, not pawns the way Rasavyth might see them, but certainly worth exploring, testing, and playing off each other (when he can).
Savroveth will also care about physical appearance. His, of course - freshly oiled, please, and finely-made straps when he must wear them - but also Jadzia's; such things are important. Once the pair of you have a weyr, he'll be happiest if you can furnish it handsomely; at the very least, he'll need a plush blanket to line his couch (which should be a big one!), and let's not forget some pillows, and the odd Smith-made gadget even though he may have no idea how it works, and so on... but of course it shouldn't be cluttered.
Will it surprise you to know that, as he matures, Savroveth will begin to notice the greens and golds in his life? He'll approve of your encounters, of course, Jadzia; your conquests are his, and his are yours. He'll expect you to try out different approaches he's come up with, and keep track of which ones work; he won't see any problem with the exaggerated, often ridiculous methods he has in mind. These plays... they're the way to get ahead. He's absolutely convinced of his superiority in the art of flights, though his lack of general athleticism may - at least early on - limit his success. He's convinced that he can sweet-talk a dragon into his embrace, though those attempts will fade once the instincts of flight take hold.
He's not a dedicated mate... in fact, he'll probably be off and away almost as soon as the flight is over. Having said that, it won't mean that flight wins don't mean something to him. Indeed, he's liable to scratch a tally of them into the surface of his ledge or an equally handy wall: victory is his. Clingy greens are lame; he'll tend to play it off as though their feelings aren't important and they're just unreasonably obsessed with him. Golds... well, golds are different. It's not that he'll cares about being a father so much as that golds are naturally 10s: they're the pinnacle of sex.
The thing about Savroveth, Jadzia, is that life is never going to be boring again. He lives to live, and he's here to make sure you do, too. The minutiae don't matter: what matters is that the pair of you are awesome. Everything is awesome (and yeah: everything is cool when you're part of a team.... this team).
Public Impression Message
He may not be the steadiest dragon on his feet, but the Smooth As Tillekian Whiskey Brown has pizzazz; he can do this. He's doing this. He's totally doing this. He's... okay, he's falling down. But it's fine! He's fine. He's getting back up, he's teetering, he's... toppling forward again, but this time to collapse at the feet of a blonde-haired woman. On the plus side? Impression is a certainty.
Private Impression Message
It's a collision: one moment you're simply standing there, and the next... if you're not careful, you'll lose your footing the way Savroveth just has, reeling in the wake of his sudden arrival into your life, this collision of heart, mind and soul. He's confident; he's sure. His voice is whiskey-rich and satiny-smooth when it reaches for you: « I totally meant to do that, » he says. He's here, and maybe he's always been here; maybe it's not even possible to imagine life without him. Has it really only been seconds? « Did you see? It was legendary, Jadzia. And so are we: you and me. For always. »
Mindvoice
He sounds like whiskey ought to sound; he tastes like it, too, the smoky, peaty texture that lingers at the back of your throat, tickling your sinuses. He's decadent in mindvoice, that light tenor undeniably smooth: not slippery, but certainly sleek. Sometimes there's cigar smoke, too: smoke reminiscent of his dam, though his is cultured and refined, and hers... is not. Not a campfire, but a men's smoking room - and the faintest hint of leather-bound books.
Itchyspots
Unlike most dragons, Savroveth doesn't have any particularly itchy spots: it's everywhere, or it's nowhere, and it's nothing in between. He likes oiling time; he likes being close to you, and he likes the way it feels on his hide. He even likes the way it smells. During weyrlinghood, it's possible he'll claim itches he doesn't feel, just to get another oiling; later, as an adult, he'll probably be a little more direct. Regardless, he takes a sensual enjoyment in the whole process, complete with sound effects: « Ooooooh yeah, yeaaaah, you know it, juuuuuuust like that, Jad. » Indeed.
Inspiration
Savroveth was inspired, as requested, by Barney Stinson from 'How I Met Your Mother.' Barney's creative - a storyteller, as befits our theme of 'creatives.' He's also a pick-up artist (we're deliberately ignoring the negative connotations of that!)... and genuinely a good guy. His name comes from the Croatian word 'zavr??vati,' which means 'to finish' (and yes, we're using it exactly the way you think we are in this context)... with an extra hint of savoir faire.
Egg Inspiration: Rihanna's Swarovski crystal dress made by designer Adam Selman See Image
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