Tempered Blade of Justice Blue Okenith
| Tempered Blade of Justice Blue Okenith | |
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| Impressee | Samialla |
| Hatching Date: | 18 November, 2006 |
| Size: | 28.7 feet |
| Dam: | Lhiannonth |
| Sire: | Unwittingly Deceptive Bronze Leiventh |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:53 |
| Egg Credit: | Tavrie |
| Dragon Credit: | I'daur |
| Puppeteer: | I'daur |
Contents
Inevitable Assimilation Egg
Fatigue has begun to slow the clutching gold down, and Lhiannonth's steps take on a shuffling quality, though she's careful to avoid disturbing any of the eggs already out there. Stepping around one of the darker eggs she deposits a green-flecked egg.
Darkness warps its frigid fingers around this egg, giving it a cold, harsh appearance which is vastly different from the actual sand-warmed surface of the shell. From apex to carefully planted bottom, gloom formed by fathomless blues and greens so dark that they almost appear black when shadowed has been crisscrossed and woven together to form a picture of hectic but almost eerie beauty. The knotted mess covering the rough, slightly grainy surface is patched with an occasional colorless maw that pierces the already dark and twining form like openings in a labyrinth. Flecks of pale green stand out garishly here and there along the ovoid, rare flashes of color that add a look of ominous intelligence to the egg, as if it could survey its surroundings.
Frantically crescendoing, the protracted shuddering of Inevitable Assimilation Egg gives way to more strenuous rocking, and finally splintering, as the eager hatchling within thrusts himself bodily through its shell, breaching into the air and landing with a thump that sends sand spraying upward around his feet.
Tempered Blade of Justice Blue
Long and lean, this blue hatchling-everything about him is sharp-edged, softened only by the rich, gleaming blue of his hide. A comparatively light color overall, the cobalt tempered by white until it's only a shade darker than sky, he has an almost metallic glint to his skin, a richness of hue that shimmers evenly across his form. Lanky, with a pointed muzzle and long and narrow wings, his slim body is made for cutting quickly through air already. His neckridges sweep backward in elongated fashion, tracing down his neck on the way to his lengthy tail, whose tip darkens slightly from that otherwise uniform blue.
Temperament
Impetuous, honest, honorable-this is your Okenith, Samialla. As a youth, particularly, the first of these traits will often find itself evinced, as Okenith throws himself headlong into action. Passionate, prone to strong emotions, he is one to react impulsively, instinctively, according to what he thinks is right, for whatever else he is, Okenith always has the best intentions at heart.
These best intentions, however, may lead your blue into sticky situations, at least while he's still young. Okenith will never be rebellious for the sake of rebellion, but if he feels an order is morally wrong, he views his duty as disobedience, as attempting to set things right. Though he'll never fight Thread, Okenith is still a warrior. He will always be the champion of the weak, the poor, the injured: Okenith has a kind heart at his core that drives him to become excellence, a true leader, so that he can play the part of shepherd to the stray sheep of the Weyr.
Unfortunately, however, this may be a task beyond Okenith when he's still young. He will make a good student in weyrlinghood, but graduation into a wing will not automatically make him wise: his wisdom will come only from the dear school of experience. He, however, might think otherwise, and though he will try, he may not always be able to provide the proper guidance that an older, more experienced mentor could.
Eventually, though, Okenith will mature-perhaps a little later than some of his fellows, but he will, his youthful passions giving way to peace and a deep-seated inner serenity. With age come wisdom and the knowledge of how the world works: in this period, Okenith will grow from foolhardy young weyrling into a mature presence, capable of thinking things through before acting, and able to provide wise guidance for younger generations. Include yourself in this group, Samialla, because you will always be Okenith's number one project, as he seeks to mold you gently into what he knows you really can be. Never a harsh master, he will first seek to understand your fears, then to help you overcome them, with his assistance-he will be always your most ardent supporter and encourager.
If there is, though, one area in which Okenith will always display some manner of sensibility, it will be the realm of mating flights. While he will be an excellent flier, with his scythe-like slimness, he will not take an overly large amount of interest in the females of the species. Even when he does see fit to chase, if he loses he will move on, and if he wins, the same: he will not be a doting mate. His one unhappiness will be that he's no chance of catching a gold and siring children, for young things will always be Okenith's delight.
Public Impression Message
Moving slowly down the line of candidates, purposeful but unhurried, Tempered Blade of Justice Blue Hatchling pauses after a moment, head cocking to one side. Then, abandoning his previous decorum, he flings himself headlong forward, scattering a few wary candidates from his path before he skids to a sand-spraying stop at the feet of one small girl with copper-tinged brown hair.
Private Impression Message
« Samialla! » The voice comes first, before anything else physical or mental; it's followed quickly by more searing warmth, a dry heat which overtakes not just your body but your mind as well, settling across your thoughts, seeping like dust into the cracks. « Samialla, » the even, crackling voice repeats, as sand spraying about returns you to the world around you. Skidding up at your feet is a lean blue, his eyes adoringly deep. « It is Okenith. I am here now, and together we will go somewhere-somewhere where you can feed me. »
Mindvoice
Dry, crackling, level, Okenith's voice is the voice of Igen: it is almost always layered with sand to dampen its volume and emphasize his dry sense of humor and delivery. When he raises that deep voice, in excitement or rare anger, the warmth which always fills his words is stoked into searing heat, burning like the sun in the dunes, but such strong emotion fades soon, the passionate sandstorms of his thoughts quelled by the cooling peace and harmony of rain in the desert.
Dragon Inspirations
Obi-Wan Kenobi is the venerable Jedi master met in Star Wars Episode 4, but before that, he was the brash padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn. After his master's death, Obi-Wan took on Qui-Gon's mission of training the boy Anakin Skywalker, but with disastrous results: Anakin turned to the Dark Side and became Darth Vader, eventually killing his old master, who then became one with the Force.
Egg Inspiration: Star Trek's Borg Cube.
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