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Vicarious Vaudevillian Egg

The pale, near-white flesh tone of this egg is smooth and flawless, and if not for its darker markings would be unremarkable at best. A curtain of ebony falls over one side of the shell from top to bottom, while on the reverse, the same black appears in sharp unmistakable lines: two arches side by side near the top over narrow eye slits, watching. Where lips would be found, the inky thickness of a crookedly hooked smile curls upward into blushed cheeks while an ebony smear juts downward below the lower lip. Smiling cheerfully, though hardly innocently, those narrowed eyes perhaps guard deep inner workings of mischief and anarchy.

Most of the eggs have hatched by now, but the Vicarious Vaudevillian Egg won't be the last. It turns upon the sands, and turns again, revealing one last glimpse of that uncanny inky smile before splitting right down the middle: its last trick, fouling the wings of the brown dragon that emerges... before he tramples it irretrievably into shards.

Moonstruck Runes Brown

A strange and pallid thing is he, his hide a pale, moon-kissed brown that, when oiled, glistens with a fey brilliance. Otherworldly whorls of slightly darker brown, as if brushed upon his hide like ink, decorate his broad forehead, his low eyeridges cloaking his eyes in perpetual shadow. Headknobs curve slightly down and then forward in a peculiar curl, while his muzzle is sleek, but somewhat flattened. His limbs are also marked -- whorling patterns, exotic tribal designs, all of which soon dissolve into twisting, gnarled markings that ease over prominent joints and lead down to incongruently long digits with matching ebon claws. His wings are equally pale, the contrasting ebon-dark of his spars bleeding out like so much ink, dragged into faint spirals and ragged lines upon the 'sails. His tail is long and marked with a spiral of inky darkness which ends rather abruptly at the tips. He moves with an odd kind of grace, a disjointed sort of fluidity that is paradoxically smooth and awkward -- while it lends him a jarring lope of a stride, the rest of him moves with a contrasting and preternatural ease of motion.

Temperament

You are in for a wild time, Rascela. Uanth is a beast prone to vivid flights of fancy, starting the very moment he chose *you* and continuing in perpetuity. As a weyrling, it will be difficult to get him to focus on the tasks at hand, as he will be far more interested in conversing with his fellow weyrlings and telling stories to them with the characters that populate his mind. The Harpering lessons will be of particular interest to him, and he will ask, plead, /beg/ you, his Lady, to remember them all or write them down. More importantly, he will insist that you draw -- for, in you, he senses an artist just waiting to break out of her pragmatic shell.

As he grows, he will start to settle into learning the lessons as they're put forth, though all for your sake and not terribly much for his. Unfortunately, he will never move particularly gracefully, something which will only compel him to excel in the skies, as opposed to the ground -- he will move rarely and when he does, it's with his peculiar jerky elegance that often gives him an otherworldly appearance. « Fire, my Lady. This is something I must learn to protect you, » he might remark. « We have to learn to fly below the clouds if we are to reach the stars.» This is just the start, the barest beginnings of a dragon who will serve as both a guardian and a guide for you, a protector who can only show you the way.

Hunting will be a rare pleasure for him, something he will revel in with a certain kind of glory. While he will not be one to torture his prey, he will be selective in what he kills and how he kills it, adopting a sort of ritual about the whole thing. The most important part of this 'ritual' is eating the eyes of the creature first and foremost. This quirk is not one he will attempt to explain, any more than he'll explain why he likes to share the taste with you. Get used to it; it's not something he'll be dissuaded from.

He'll never be an ambitious sort, though he might someday desire to become a Weyrlingmaster -- if only to serve as a guide, a guardian, for the young as much as he is for you. Of course, there is a streak of the trickster in him, but it's a well-meaning sort of thing -- if you complain of feeling unwell at night, he might suggest placing a bowl under your cot filled with a random array of items. He will be full of these inexplicable 'folk remedies', most of which he will insist you do, if only to humour him -- at least until he forgets why he told you to do it in the first place. He is also fond of giving 'quests' to you, tests which consist of cryptic requests or suggestions that will linger in the back of your mind like a barb until you figure them out -- it's his way of nudging you, to ensure you're on the path you're meant to be.

There is also a streak of mischievousness in him that only truly manifests when you start to venture into the realm of romance; because he is one that is devoted only to you and expects you to be the same to him. While he will be permitting -- even encouraging, with a rush of summer wind and butterflies in your belly -- of fleeting dalliances with men and women alike, he will become irrationally jealous of anyone you choose as a long-term lover. Then and only then will his pranking come in earnest with a casually malicious edge, meant to drive a wedge between you and yours.

Even in flights will this be prevalent; while he will chase with a single-minded purposefulness, regaling the female with stories, with boasts and seeking to outmaneuver the other males with a trickster's shameless techniques, he will always leave her side mere moments after the afterglow has left -- and he will expect you to do the same. He will, notably, be more forgiving of any lingering in the presence of another woman, but males will be especially worthy of his ire. He will chase often, of course -- gold or green, he cares not, only that she's female and receptive; trying to ground him will be a terrible ordeal, as his desires burn with an intensity that is rivaled only by his love for you.

If he's ever fortunate enough to sire a clutch, expect him to prefer being on the ledges to watch rather than the sands. He will obey the queen, of course, but he will do only what is necessary to ensure her comfort and happiness before he insists on spending time with /you/. The eggs will be the recipients of stories, fanciful wanderings through his mental scape, and the day after those eggs have hatched, he will withdraw.

Searching, now ... that is one of his strengths. He will be almost as prolific at blues as sniffing out candidates, though he will be notorious for putting them through tests before he deems them worthy. It could be as simple as finding him something with fish in it eat, or asking them to tell him a story he's never heard. He might ask what a colour tastes like, or have them catch a tunnelsnake to bring to him. Of course, one could say the test is less for them and more to see if you will actually voice his request, but such is how he is.

All in all, he is a flight of fancy to contrast your earthiness; an elemental, whimsical thing to balance your straightforward tendencies. He will be your guide, your best friend, and your worst nightmare ... all in one, pale brown package.

Private Impression Message

The heat, the sand, the noise -- for one bright and painful moment, it becomes too much and you are forced to shut your eyes, to cover your ears, to grimace in an effort to make it all just go *away*. Instead, you find yourself in a bizarre and twisted forest, mist clotted about the distorted trees, and the whole tableau illuminated with a muted and all-too-surreal blue light. Lost and frozen in place, you cannot find your feet to move when a pair of luminous red eyes floats into your vision. And, oh, but his voice is a resonant thing, exotically accented with a slight lisp as he speaks, « A long time ago, there was a girl -- a Lady among hunters -- who walked away from the only life she knew to see the world beyond. A huntress, but destined for something more, something greater. That Lady is you, Rascela, » the name is a purr, « and this is your destiny. » And before you can articulate the question of 'who are you', he is answering, leaves rustling in the fey trees of his mind to emulate pleasure, « Mm. I have as many names as there are stars in the sky, names that only the air and earth can pronounce. » His sigh is a gusting of wind, a rattle of leaves, and a return to the reality in which a brown dragon is standing at your feet. « For you, I am ... I am your rock, your mountain, your ocean, your forest -- your Uanth and your most humble servant, my Lady. Let us eat and talk a while.»

Mindvoice

His mental space is a strange and terrifying thing, filled with more than just thoughts but also bizarre creatures and ominous portents that are forever lingering at the edges of that mist-filled wood. Chitterlings and a shambling shape, oddities of all sorts might make an appearance or lend their voices to his own. Ancient ruins provide a backdrop for most conversations, arcane patterns floating just out of reach. His voice is rich, melodic, but with a strange accent and a subtle lisp that can make it difficult to understand. When he's in storytelling or quest-giving mode, he might pull out an ancient tome, blood and ink used to transcribe his thoughts into words; when he's in a rage, his voice will rise into a high, howling shriek, of wind tearing through trees and bloody spatters will dominate his mental palette. The elements are a particularly fond prop and it will be common for him to rumble as the earth or sigh as the wind, to chuckle like crackling flames and to converse as a babbling brook.

Itchyspots

Dry hide will be a common complaint for him, most especially around his knobbly joints and especially where all those markings are -- the ones on his forehead, in particular, will need special attention.

Dragon Inspirations

Faun, from Pan's Labyrinth with a liberal dash of the horned god Pan as well. ;) All in keeping with the theme of 'monsters' from the clutch.

Egg Inspiration: A Guy Fawkes mask, specifically the one worn by the character V in /V for Vendetta/, playful and mysterious.