More Than They Made Me Green Uiysath
| More Than They Made Me Green Uiysath | |
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| Impressee | Paislie |
| Hatching Date: | 27 June, 2015 Day 11, Month 2, Turn 38 |
| Current Age: | 30 turns |
| Size: | 25.1 feet |
| Dam: | Heart's Incandescence Gold Eliyaveith |
| Sire: | Fallen Brash Bronze Liesanth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:118 |
| Egg Credit: | Hattie |
| Dragon Credit: | Hattie and N'rov |
| Puppeteer: | Hattie |
This dragonet has /claws/. They're as yet large even for her size, a true and vibrant copper that contrasts the lush rainforest green of her hide. The copper's echoed in the longitudinal stripes that slash along her sides, like so many beautiful scars, and re-echoes in the inverted triangles above each uptilted eye. Those eyes are most often fiercely watchful, and somehow hungry even when she's well-fed. Her muzzle is long and tapering, and so is her sleek frame with its predator's coiled gait. As for her wings, as they branch out from strong shoulders, their rainforest mottlings obscure each shift from spar to sail; she's one to hold them a handsbreadth away from her flanks, the better to take up that much more space.
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Tangled Web Egg
Of middling size, this egg is rather thick at its middle, all the better for the tendrils of grey and black threads to splay and stretch, web-like, across its otherwise pale surface, anchored at the curves of both crown and base. They're ragged things, those dark lines, yet they seem oddly precise at the same time, tiny fragments of colour that glisten like gems strung at delicate intervals. Summer-sky here, and purple-dusk there, and one fragment blacker than black.
Tangled Web Egg shivers and, as it twists in its shallow cradle of sand, cracks begin to run along all of those dark, web-like lines all at once, slim breaks in its shell rushing around it faster and faster until they embrace the whole egg and it shatters in a single, sudden blast, leaving the flash and slice of copper claws the first sighting of the dangerous-looking green creature who emerges from the wreckage.
More Than They Made Me Green
This dragonet has /claws/. They're as yet large even for her size, a true and vibrant copper that contrasts the lush rainforest green of her hide. The copper's echoed in the longitudinal stripes that slash along her sides, like so many beautiful scars, and re-echoes in the inverted triangles above each uptilted eye. Those eyes are most often fiercely watchful, and somehow hungry even when she's well-fed. Her muzzle is long and tapering, and so is her sleek frame with its predator's coiled gait. As for her wings, as they branch out from strong shoulders, their rainforest mottlings obscure each shift from spar to sail; she's one to hold them a handsbreadth away from her flanks, the better to take up that much more space.
Temperament
From the moment of her hatching, Uiysath will refuse to be defined as any one thing. She is not just a green, nor a mere girl, nor simply a youth. She will question, she will interrogate, and she will do it all on her own terms. What she cannot find out alone, she'll wish you to discover for her and bring intelligence back, though that is often only the final option she'll accept. Though she has plans for the two of you, she is a much yours as you are hers, and her greatest wish is for you to grow /with/ her, and though she'd rather /not/ drag you into anything, she will if she has to. Oh, she will. Should you give her reason to doubt you, or to doubt herself, you will be the first target of her cold, dark fury, usually so well-contained, and if you cannot subdue her, her anger will radiate out and out, targets chosen where she might do most damage (sometimes physically, as well as mentally), until she vents her frustration to her clinical satisfaction and is calm once more. If you're not careful, you may find both Elaruth and Eliyaveith common presences in Uiysath's mind in her early months, ready to step in if necessary.
She'll always move with grace, in complete command of herself, even though she is on the larger side for her colour. Uiysath will never seem to go through the 'gangly youth' phase; she'll always know where her paws and wings and tail are, and she'll always execute anything physical with near perfection. She's not a show-off, she just is who she is, and being anything less - pretending to be less able than she is - is beneath her. Others may interpret her self-assurance as arrogance, yet she can encourage, if there are those willing to listen to her. Males will swiftly learn that she expects herself to be able to do anything they can do, and do it better, and beware for any who begin to think of her as 'the girl'...
Uiysath is intelligent for her colour, with a better memory than most, and she's not afraid to put her mind to good use. If she believes in Taeliyth's cause, she'll happily be her sword and shield, yet there remains the matter of /if/. She'll not follow anyone blindly, and will need to have a certain amount of respect for them before she'll do as they ask, which could cause you both problems as weyrlings and as wingriders. Uiysath does not expect a person to be led by high ethics, but she does wish to understand and identify (if possible) with their motives. Ultimately, she'll do what is necessary to get the job done, but she won't follow without reason. /Her/ motives, she may express and explain to very few, and it is in this manner that she can be a law unto herself. Her siblings may well be those that she continues to feel the greatest bond with even as she progresses to adulthood; they were her first team - her first friends? - and they deserve her loyalty above all others, save for you.
As part of a wing, she does her best to work as a group and a unit, yet, if there are occasions when she believes that she knows a better way, she'll not be afraid to take that different path and try to convince others that /her/ way is best. She doesn't take particularly well to the colour hierarchy, and thus will not be apt to listen to a bronze or brown wingleader or wingsecond who reminds her to mind her place, as she will never believe herself to be /just/ a green. She'll be gunning for wingleader perhaps sooner that you'd like, once she's got to grips with the mechanics of being in a wing, though the irony is that, should the two of you ever become wingleaders, though she'll enjoy it, she'll chafe beneath the expectations she has for herself and the example she wants to set. There's being /good/ and inventive... and there's the weight of that responsibility.
When she decides it's time that she rises to mate, she won't settle for just anyone, yet nor will she permit herself to be utterly swayed by her heart. The rules she follows for courtship are more akin to a queen's than a green, and she'll fly and fly until a male truly has to /capture/ her and prove himself better than others before she'll submit. Flirting for her own purposes does not come easily to her, and it's in this that she's a little awkward and clumsy - a little too obvious at times - for she doesn't often trust her feelings as regards what she understands of romance to be something she should enjoy or surrender to. Uiysath may never be one to form a long term attachment with a particular male, but if they impress her and she can acknowledge both their strengths and weaknesses as things she understands, she might choose to spend more time with him, whether he catches her in the skies or not. Occasionally, she might regret that she's unable to bear a clutch of her own, yet, equally, all that time on the Sands is an intolerable thought. She'll settle for mothering children that are not her own, and it will be enough.
No matter what other bonds she may form, Uiysath loves you, Paislie, more than any other, and you are the centre of her world. You may have to make adjustments to ensure that you can keep up with her and /be/ that centre, her equal partner in all that she is and does, but, if you can, the two of you have the potential to command and to conquer anything.
Public Impression Message
There's an eerie grace to way in which the More Than They Made Me Green moves, none of the usual hatchling awkwardness to her, and little by little she continues to slink towards her chosen target, seen or felt from far enough away to eliminate all others from her interest. Pressed low to the sand beneath her, she moves steadily, intently, and finds the feet of the red-headed girl she wants, coiling her lithe form around her ankles. Her eyes narrow in a possessive, watchful stare, even as they rush through rainbows. This girl is hers. Target secure.
Private Impression Message
« You were right to run. » The smooth voice, wise beyond her minutes of life, makes itself known with a glimmer of approval, and yet... A sharp sting, like static electricity - a warning that jolts down your spine. « We will not run forever, Paislie. » The brush of silk and light tendrils of smoke attempt to soothe away the hurt that she, Uiysath, has inflicted, though she is unrepentant. There's no need for her to inform you of her name. You know her; you are hers now. You are strong. « We will regroup and we will face the world. None will stop us. »
Mindvoice
Despite the sheer /presence/ she creates when she speaks, Uiysath is rarely loud, even in what moments she has of all-consuming anger, her voice a smooth, confident whisper. She has no need to shout. People should listen. Sometimes, she even borrows their voices, and the voices of other dragons, to mimic and be whomever she thinks she should be, or wants to be, or that others wish her to be, if only to get her way. Even so, there's a warzone in her mind, a battle waging, and she'll weave heavy smoke and the clash of steel into her touch to entrance and /push/, distaste in the crash of rocks and roar of flames out of control. She needles with the sting of electricity and lightning, sharp enough to paralyse and trap if she lashes out too fiercely. In her more gentle moments, she can embrace the finer side of femininity, silks and silver and sophistication, but she'll hide this from the 'boys' more often than not.
Suggested Adult Description
This quietly intimidating dragon has /claws/. They're as yet large even for her size, a true and vibrant copper that contrasts the lush rainforest green of her hide. The copper's echoed in the longitudinal stripes that slash along her sides, like so many beautiful scars, and re-echoes in the inverted triangles above each uptilted eye. Those eyes are most often fiercely watchful, and somehow hungry even when when she seems at her most placid. Her muzzle is long and tapering, and so is her sleek frame with its predator's coiled gait. As for her wings, as they branch out from strong shoulders, their rainforest mottlings obscure each shift from spar to sail; she's one to hold them a handsbreadth away from her flanks, the better to take up that much more space.
Name Meaning
Uiysath is a slight twist on the Russian word for assassin (ubiytsa), with the sharper sounds taken out to produce something more deceptively gentle.
Inspiration
Uiysath is inspired by Natasha Romanoff of the MCU. Her hatchling name comes from one of Natasha's lines from Avengers: Age of Ultron: "I had this dream. That I was an Avenger. That I was anything more than the assassin they made me."
Egg Inspiration: The tangled webs woven by Black Widow Queens and witches in the 'Black Jewels' trilogy of novels by Anne Bishop. The webs are used to predict the future and grant glimpses of fate.
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