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Way of the Wall Egg

Were the Sands more brown than gold, this egg might blend right into the background, being dominated by a deep, drab, doughy brown. Upon closer examination, it seems that the uniform shade is only that as a base; over top the brown there's a fine mesh-texture of grey with the semblance of interlocking chain-links as though to offer the average sized egg some measure of protection from those things not so easily fooled.

Public Impression Message

Terrifyingly aggressive, Cagey in Captivity Brown Hatchling drives across the sands from where he broke shell. At first, it seems his goal is blood, not bond. Anger swirls unbound and terrible in his eyes, the red a stark contrast to his pale hide. His claws are raised to strike even as Khettyr falls to his knees, clutching his head, a cry of pain preceding any physical touch. In the next moment, the teen is weeping, but not tears of joy. It's short lived and silent, one eye stubbornly winking open after the other to squint up at Mograith whose would-be strike dies as rainbow steals into the red, leaving his eyes a calm whirling green in the wake of finding Kh'tyr. Kh'tyr's legs might shake as he rises, but rise he does and the pair wastes no time in following the assistant off the Sands to where food awaits.

Private Impression Message

The warmth of the sands dulls first; instead of scorching, the heat is merely luxuriously pleasant. It's good that this shift occurs first or you mightn't be able to truly appreciate the lancing pain of the scorching heat that tattoos a smattering of scars into your mind, claiming, and yet-- the yowl is protest, is anger, is frustration and finally resignation. It might come as a blow that he doesn't want you. He doesn't want anyone. And yet, in the next moment as the magnificence that was white fire and electricity fades into something soft, supple, and furry, it might be hard to remember the moments that brought you to your knees. Now, Mograith is assessing with a kittenish mewl, « Well, someone has to look out for you, at least until you're a real rider. » And now, with no spoken apology for his initial rejection, he accepts the captivity of the bond you now share as lifemates. Duty binds him, love keeps him, Mograith is yours, Kh'tyr. (Lucky you!)

Mindvoice

At the core of Mograith's mind touch is the bushy, soft fur of a white feline. His voice comes with twists of mew, mewl, meow, purr and yowl as appropriate. Chiming into his mental landscape come a variety of bells with distinct voices, some melodious, some raucous, all with meaning and power. Warm golden marks hover in the vastness of space, waiting to be plucked out and incorporated into creating illusion or other sensation that he wishes to incorporate into his communications. The shadows of himself that come in his mind are sometimes a dragon, a cat, a man, and sometimes something stranger and scarier. In those moments of freedom, and even some when he still sees himself as bound by all that makes dragons dragons, there is the faint corruptive tang of something that is at odds with the rest of him, a clashing, corrosive taint that seeks to consume all that is warm and light and good in him. It is with this taint that scorching white fire and crackling electricity come, the heat and

Inspiration

The Mogget/Yrael (LINK CONTAINS SPOILERS) from Garth Nix's Abhorsen trilogy (as voiced by Tim Curry~)