Whiskey Painted Rebel Brown Zraith
| Whiskey Painted Rebel Brown Zraith | |
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| Impressee | Edela |
| Hatching Date: | 22 July, 2010 |
| Size: | 34 feet |
| Dam: | Peirith |
| Sire: | Bronze Dargonath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:37 |
| Egg Credit: | M'try |
| Dragon Credit: | Ronari, Vanissa and T'rev |
Contents
Firewater Egg
Rich, thick, liquid red runs in striking rivulets down the otherwise glossy darkness of this egg. There's a glistening, syrupy quality to those ribbons of liquid-seeming color, a viscous glassiness, a cinnamon-candy color to them. They reach only about halfway down from the apex of the egg toward its base, brightening up the otherwise bottle-blackness of the shell, excepting the single runlet that's managed to make it beyond the equator and is now puddling thickly at the bottom of the shell where it rests in amid the warming Sands.
Kapow! The Firewater Egg bursts open explosively sending bits of shell flying in every direction. Hot on the heels of those shards, a compact ball of brown comes rolling forth, crashes into another egg and unfolds into an ungainly sprawl of a dragonet. Dazed for a moment or two, the newly hatched whiskey-painted hatchling stares up at the ceiling with an air of profound confusion only to get hit in the head by a piece of shell falling off of the egg he just crashed into. Ow. Shaking it off, the brown rolls hard to one side, shakes his wings and tail out and lets out a defiant bugle. You can't keep a man down! And he bounds forward, only a little unsteadily, to figure out what's shaking in this brand new world he's found himself in.
Whiskey Painted Rebel Brown Hatchling
Ambered whiskey flows across the hide of this handsome brown dragon, deep golden undertones shimmering through when the light strikes him. There's a cocksure confidence in every line of his wiry form, a devil-may-care light to his expressive eyes, a rebellious tilt to his chin and a bold swagger to his clumsy movements. The tawny shades of his wide forehead and blunt muzzle appear grizzled under his chin as if he's got five o'clock shadow; hints of tobacco speckle outward from there, bleeding into a bruising of russet along his jaws. Cognac dribbles down his neck and across muscled shoulders to drip off lean flanks and pool into the tanned leather of his underbelly where strong, clean limbs dusted with clay, darken to dirt on talons that end in chrome-tipped claws. The faint hint of flames lick soot-smudged wing bones, curling smoke across the tequila-flushed membranes stretching between them; fire's glow seen dulled through drifting haze. As if tattooed, odd markings of gunmetal grey mottle the length of his back shading the base of each ridge all the way to the tip of his elegant tail.
Temperament
Zraith could be viewed as a bit of a conundrum: brash, bold, daring, hedonistic, easily swayed by his own senses and more inclined to laze about in between bouts of energetic exploration of those things that fascinate him than to pay attention to anyone else's agenda for him. And yet, beneath all of that external bravado, is a sensitive soul that the world can hurt all too easily, full of complex passions and an artistic bent especially where word play is concerned. Zraith is by turns snappily witty, wielding sarcasm like some dragons wield a tail tip to beguile, or strangely poetic in his more thoughtful moments. He wants though oh how he wants, even if he doesn't always know exactly what it is he wants at first, led by his own whims and vices. When he's figured out what the goal is though, he's hard to steer off course and you're carried along for the ride, will ye, nil ye.
All dragonets are eager right out of the shell but yours just has that little bit more that makes him a handful from day one. The root of his eagerness has a lot to with the feast of the senses that the world is. There's so much to see, hear, smell, taste, touch and he revels in each of those sensations, wants to share each and every one of them with you. Why should he sit around listening to boring lessons when there's so much to learn out there in the bowl? Or in the sky? Or /outside the Weyr/? Little rebel that he is, he's as likely to tell Khameth he's a stuffy old junglehead than to listen properly as he should and this could lead to reams of trouble until the two of you figure out some kind of deal to keep him attentive in lessons. « Baby, if it means /more/ time rolling around in the grass later, I /guess/ I can do it. Just for you. »
He's particularly sensitive to and pleased by touch, be it your hands on his hide during an oiling, the caress of other dragons passing by, or the comfort and warmth of his couch at the end of a long day of learning and experiencing. It might seem odd, but for all he relishes all of this sensual experiences, he can also become overwhelmed by too much, not too unlike his older half-sister Elaruth. However, rather than showing this sensitivity, he masks it with bravura and posturing: « What, who me? Want a space of our own? That's just crazy talk, there. The silence would be deafening. This here, these barracks, is where it's at, babe. Never dull. » He shrugs it off when he feels overwhelmed, powers through it or goes to greater excess to mask his discomfort. It'll be up to you to help him find balance and let him know that sometimes it's okay to admit to what he feels and deal with it in more constructive ways.
From very early on, he'll be among those who charges out there, both feet forward to find out what's going on and take it all in. He'll want others to go along with him too, you of course, first and always, but his clutchmates too, after all where's the fun in a party of just one? Even with this propensity for surrounding himself with company, finding partners or a partner-in-crime, Zraith will make much of being 'just fine alone'. You know better though, that he'd far rather find someone to talk to, even if only from afar, especially when you're busy and can't be near him for a little while.
As he matures, Zraith will develop more creative way to 'walk it off' when he's overwhelmed or at least give of it! Whether he frames it as being framed, isn't in the wrong at all, or really screwed up, he rationalizes his actions, places himself in the right, shrugs it off or promptly (and conveniently) forgets the whole thing. This could pose some problems along the way, especially with others who view him as responsible for whatever the trouble he got them into when he 'passes the buck'. This type of posturing helps him to maintain an upbeat attitude, however, and lets him support you when you're feeling low. When things look their worst, Zraith will do his best to help you see things in a more positive light, even if the only available angle is that it's not the end of the world. Ever the rebel, the cool kid on the block, Zraith uses his dry humor and witty sarcasm to deflect in situations that could possibly make him lose his cool or make you both 'lose face'.
Doing his duty in his wing, especially when it comes to flaming drills is one of the times that your Zraith won't have to fake his tough-guy image. « Fight smarter, not harder, » is his mantra and he follows it to the letter. Fighting smart, even in the heat of battle, helps him to spot problems almost before they happen, allowing him to take advantage of a keen instinct for being in the right place at the right time. This skill could lead to promotion to wingsecond or wingleader, something that he's very keen on achieving, both for himself and for you. It'll take a bit of polish, though, because when he has to 'save' another dragon from a stupid decision or cover someone's open flank, he'll make sure they know about it with some sort of scathingly pithy remark: « Hey, Saulienth, helps not to let them fry your ass! »
Flights bring out both Zraith's hidden sensitivity and heighten his brashness, providing a strong focus for the inner passion he usually hides. When greens and golds begin to glow, it's irresistible for a passionate guy like Zraith. Of course he still has to posture and pose, pretend like it's all no big deal, at least as far as other males are concerned; and he'll be pretty rough and tumble with them when he does take wing in pursuit. Fasten your seatbelt for some tough turns when he first starts chasing and gets into more than one tussle, tangle and shoulder-bump when hot on the tail-tip of a fleet-flying female.
As he grows older and a bit more experienced, he'll hone his technique with dirty fighting and clever tricks that probably drive other males nuts, but could impress some females. His passion and inner sweetness are reserved for the object of his desire, heartfelt, poetic words that lack polish and refinement but are sincere even if sometimes cheesy or over the top. You might even find yourself surprised to wake up next to a green or gold's rider with the echoes of that odd poetry in your ears from Zraith's efforts to woo his lady love. For as long as he remembers and the lady allows, he's a devoted mate. When things reach their natural conclusion however, he moves on with relative ease to the next conquest unless he should happen to brush minds with just the right girl to see past his facade and really figure him out, meet him on his own terms. After all, for the most part, he has /you/ to fill that spot in his life and you'll always be his preferred companion. Even when you're arguing, you can be sure that you'll always be his number one, baby.
Often a study in contrasts, caught between sensitivity and a cool facade, Zraith comes off as a bold, confident talker most of the time, but underneath it all, he's a creature of passion and sensation. He'll need you to curb some of his wilder side, help him find balance between these two sides of his personality just as you'll learn to find your balance and purpose with him. One thing is for sure: you can pretty much kiss a peaceful life good-bye; it's not in Zraith's cards to ever be /dull/.
Public Impression Message
The Whiskey Painted Rebel Brown bats one more time at a piece of fallen shard, watches it coast away and smack into the side of an unhatched egg then gives a little shrug of his wings as if he meant to do that. A flick of his tail precedes forward movement as he suddenly latches onto something very interesting. The focus of his eyes turns keen, shading deeply blue and he prowls forward with what can only be called swagger in his steps to approach a dark-skinned candidate with cork-screw hair and lets out a deep-throated thrum of satisfaction. Yeah baby, she's the one.
Private Impression Message
Was it bright before? Suddenly everything seems that much brighter, if only because everything in your mind just got blanketed with darkness and the sense of something ... no someone, seeking, seeking and now /finding/ builds inside of you. The rev of a deep-throated motor kicks up a cloud of dust that masks your senses and suddenly the scent of fine liquor tickles your nostrils, burns at the back of your throat, rough and sophisticated all at once. A sensual caress of heat touches your skin, slides up your spine, along your neck and under your hair like the shiver that follows the touch of warm hands giving a massage and he's there, leaning right up against your every thought. « Ed-el-a. » He tests your name, drawling it out like it tastes good/feels good to say it. « Think I'll call you Ed, actually, » he decides, the words full of smug affection and he nudges you, shoulder to shoulder, at least mentally. « Name's Zraith. And I'm ready to rumble. Where can a guy get some good eats around here? ». No, you'll never be alone again.
Mindvoice
Shot through with drifts of smoke hanging over a dingy bar and tinged with the taste of whiskey, Zraith's thoughts are viscerally connected to your senses and his almost all the time. He experiences the world at high volume punctuated with the whine of electric guitars and the revving of a classic motorcycle engine and like a certain other Fortian brown, sometimes has issues with being quiet. It's not that he's not capable of of lower volume or subtlety, but he's usually so into whatever he's conveying that he often forgets to tone it down. His mindscapes are breathtakingly bright, splashed with color when they're not obfuscated by mental smoke and shadows, calling to mind the contrasts between a waystation's common room during the day and in the evening, with the bright colors, conversation and socializing vs. the dark corners and shady characters playing cards and cutting deals at the back. When he speaks actual words, they're rough-edged, a low baritone edged with a smokey rasp that could curl your toes if you're into deep, male voices and a smirk, a subtly sarcastic 'oh yeah' in his comebacks.
Dragon Inspirations
You asked for a strong male presence that wouldn't always see eye to eye with Edela and we drew on some of the concepts that you noted in your application to build your dragon using the trope of the Lancer as a foundation. Though your Zraith is not any one of the characters you described, he combines elements of several of them, including Spike and Crowley especially in his elements of rebellion and 'too cool for school' but also the devoted streak that runs deep to bind you both together in spite of any disagreements you may have along the way.
Egg Inspiration: Schnapps cinnamon Firewater.
Name Meaning
Boldness and passion are at the heart of your rebel brown so we looked for a name that rolled off the tongue in a satisfying way but conveyed speed and a certain rough-cut smoothness. Otherwise, there's no particular meaning to the name other than a slight resemblance to the word 'wraith' which can have a loose affiliation to vampires and Spike from Buffy the Vampire the Slayer whom you called out as a possible inspiration.
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