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Black-Draped Egg

Ominously brooding, this egg has presence enough to make up for its small size. Black shrouds it-not the tight, fitted black one would expect of an eggshell, but like an oversized hood has been pulled over its surface. The matte black displays uneven shading, lightened areas like fabric folds that even seem to twist and reform in the light, rippling in imagined wind. The only respite from the black are two jagged-edged, pale peach ovals on one side, their own centers dark brown pits.

Wickedly sharp claws of brushed steel abruptly pierce through the weakened Black-Draped Egg. They glimmer a gloating moment before slashing downward, tearing away at the belly of the shell. A flutter of wings black-dark with damp swiftly emerges. Pinions lower and the Fierce Phantom Green turns back on her mortally wounded egg, sounding a wailing high-pitched shriek as another swipe of her claws shreds the remaining cap of the shell to pieces.

Fierce Phantom Green

Sharp and cruel, the narrow lines of this green's muzzle lead to fiercely angled ridges cut over beady eyes, trailing off into thin minimal headknobs. The deep viridian of her face gives way to faded verdigris along a sharp-ridged neck: a ratty cloak dropping down over shoulders and skimming halfway along her back and deep keel. Beyond the muted cloak at her shoulders, dark malachite spreads down narrow haunches and a stiffly-held tail. It spills across her broad and sturdy wings, gathering brighter at the edges of her sails so that they appear limned in witch-light. Disproportionately skinny limbs lead down to skeletal digits, the hide of her feet touched by ruddy hues as if wear has brought rusted copper back to a fine polish. It makes the delicately threatening curve of brushed steel claws all the more apparent.

Temperament

Dark passions and impatient demands, your Yyth is a frenetic goddess of a dragon. And you, P'ax, are her chosen warrior. She delights in conflict, not primarily as a participant but instead as a scavenger. She flocks towards discord, sometimes urging it on with her shrill voice and the dark slip of her thoughts. Her darkest delight is swooping in afterwards to pick at the shredded remains of flesh or soul.

Yyth has a fondness for the taste of blood, and you'll find that most of her thoughts revolve around this simplistic desire. She messily indulges in each meal, smugly licking off gore-covered claws afterwards. Almost as soon as the last traces are cleaned off of her hide, your green is already dreaming of the next time she gets to split open the soft belly of her victim, pulling entrails out into gruesomely artistic designs as she crunches merrily on bone as if it were hard candy.

There is indeed a morbid artistic bent to your Yyth. She's very creative in the dismemberment of her prey. Intestines will become a necklace. And don't you think this pelvic bone would make a fine hat? But most of all, she is obsessed with heads: sticking her claws up into them to act as gristly sock-puppets. If you're not careful, she'll even sneak them home to play with them later.

As for your interest in chemicals, you may find your green to be a curious observer of your work, particularly if she catches you etching anything. « Let me see. What is that? Give it. » She'll be intrigued by corrosive substances, and may try to draw you skills into her artistic endeavors. « Can it boil away flesh? Let's get a skull! We'll decorate a puppet. »

With Thread gone, Yyth has little interest in practicing formations. « Well, drills suck, I can tell you that. I don't see why we have to spend time in boring lines. You want some rope destroyed, bring it here and we'll shred it. » She just can't see the sense in wasting her time so tediously. She'd much rather be hunting, and even sweeps and watch are preferable. At least then there's some chance something exciting, like a violent caravan robbery, might occur.

As a youngster, Yyth's desires are amorphous and one-dimensional. She is extremely focused on sensation, particularly hunger. Her patience is short, and her frustration is quickly and loudly expressed by ear-splitting shrieks. Impulsive, her propensity to act without thinking may often lead her into trouble. Particularly as she often underestimates difficulties and overestimates her own abilities. She'll need you to keep an eye on her, to moderate her behavior and remind her of her limits. She sure won't thank you, but at least she isn't prone to outright defiance. She will brood, however, dwelling on the promise of the future. « Soon P'ax. Soon, we will fly. Above. »

While Yyth does have a certain affinity for the earth, especially dark rocky wallows and the torn turf of the feeding grounds, like most dragons she longs to fly. But for her it is largely about achieving a more advantageous position from which to spy on the world. It will be difficult to keep her from testing her wings before she should by using them. She'll quickly take to making short fluttering hops as she moves about the bowl, favoring that mode of movement over her precariously strutting walk.

Upon maturing, you'll find Yyth becomes more cunning. While she'll never be a patient green, and while she is still prone to vent in shrill vocal outbursts, she will come to value the concept of biding her time. She'll learn to pour sweet words into the ears of those she wishes to persuade, as opposed to just demanding her way. Even so, she will never be the smartest of dragons. Yyth simply does not have the patience for such things. She's a creature of action, not of scheming. And she's likely to goad you into action, too, push you toward the boarders of your introversion. Spur you, to expressing your desires as clearly as she expresses hers.

She may not be particularly friendly, but your green does readily put herself in the company of other dragons. She's quite cheerfully antagonistic, really. While it is unlikely to garner her many friends, Yyth seems completely unbothered by any poor opinions that may result from her behavior. And if there's someone who can trade barbs with her, you'll be able to sense the flutter of intrigue that circles at the edges of her mind even as she squawks in protest.

Her flights start with a shrieking call to battle. It is a time when the true erotic vibrancy of her mad frenzy comes to the fore, and she spurs her suitors on to fight for her. If literally, all the better. Yyth is like to pick whichever male she thinks it would be most satisfying to sink her claws into, to see him twitch at the end of the day. Or she may find herself impressed by the most ruthless warrior, the male that has most ferociously slashed his way through the pack in her name. For a time, she may even act with domestic duty to her chosen champion. But you, P'ax, are the only being she is capable of being truly loyal to. For all others, it is only a matter of time before a situation arises where she'll readily turn on them to further her own interests.

Public Impression Message

Across the sands the Fierce Phantom Green stalks. Her head pitches to the side between precariously strutting steps, narrow snout angling to cast dark glances at the white-robed offerings arrayed before her. A low hiss starts deep in her throat. It sounds like water hitting fire. Wings reach towards a lanky young man, hovering about him possessively. The beady gaze lifts up, /up/, to meet small blue eyes.

Private Impression Message

The heat of the sands closes in, intensifies, with a storm of dark wings that obscures your sight. It's the warmth of bodies too close of blood pumping, spilling. A metallic sting is sharp in your nose, a gamy taste thick on your tongue. And then, there's a distinct sense of /something/ peck-picking her way through your consciousness: something dark and delicate, feminine and fierce; slipping her way in, coming to nest in your mind. « P'ax. » Yyth purrs with pleased sensuality. « Ours, now. Steal us some Meat. »

Mindvoice

A darkly obscuring cloud typically carries Yyth's focus, resolving into a flock of black wings as her attention sharpens. With her thoughts come the sounds of battle and the scents and tastes of carnage and carrion. Her words tend to be blunt and to the point, at times verging on crude, and are often arranged into triplet statements. That, along with her penchant for referring to herself in plural, can sometimes give the impression that she's talking to herself.

Itchyspots

With Yyth's worst itches in easy reach of her sharp teeth and claws, it will behoove you to learn to be quick with her oil. Even still, you are likely to find her preening at croup, wing-knuckles, and wing-spars.

Quick Personality

Selfish soul-stealer. A creature of dark passions and violent frenzy.

Dragon Inspiration

Your fiercely feminine Yyth is based on the Morrigan, "the phantom queen" - a tri-part Irish war goddess often manifesting as the carrion crow on battlefields. While there are multiple names that have been associated with this goddess, your green is partially inspired by the trio that appears as The Morrigan in Christopher Moore's /A Dirty Job/: Macha, Nemain, and Badb. War, frenzy, and bloodlust. Badb is also commonly associated with the bean s?dhe, which may be more familiar in its anglicized form: banshee. It is possible that in earlier history the Morrigan, particularly Macha, was additionally a symbol of sovereignty and fertility. However it is the association with battle, both fierce and erotic, that bring P'ax this mean little green and her distinctly feminine perspective!

Her name comes from your request for three- or four-letters and your fondness for "Yth". Yyth is about as close to that as it gets! If you pronounce it like "yith", it is also vaguely reminiscent of Lilith, another death-associated demonic female. Your green's description is largely inspired by the carrion crow, though it also incorporates accounts of the bean sidhe appearing as a woman with red bird's feet wearing a green dress and a grey shawl. The hues of her hide are inspired in part by the illustrated Book of Kells and its copper-based verdigris ink. This tied in nicely with your request for red-copper traces, and accordingly all the shades of green are copper-containing compounds.

Egg Inspiration: The old medieval executioner's hoods.