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Kinetic energy radiates through this dragonet's youthfully exaggerated proportions, as though it might set the nebula of his hide-- its hazy clouds of light and contrastingly swart shadows obscuring a burnished copper-bronze backdrop-- into full-fledged and characteristically unpredictable motion. Gravity might well have drawn the darkest hues towards the central part of his frame, leaving his extremities bright and nearly golden at the tips of headknobs and claws, but for the billow of deep, dusted rust across his wingsails that escapes even that. Clusters of stars stipple pale constellations across his top-line, traversing from his muzzle over his neckridges and wingspars, all the way down to the spade of his tail.

Cream and Egg

Smooth and pale, the suggestion of softness prevails upon this egg though surely it is as solid as its siblings to the touch. Whorls of faint, warm cream dapple their way about elongated curves, unevenly patterning the egg's shell, whilst flecks of something darker-- black and tiny-- scatter themselves here and there as if they have been churned through.

Cream and Egg briefly defies gravity as it leaves the sands fully for a brief moment after what must have been a monumental effort from the dragon within. As the creamy shell slaps back onto golden sand, the black flecks prove to be shatter points and the egg explodes on impact. In its wake is left a constellation-kissed bronze, dripping egg goo onto the sands, his look distinctly vexed. Ew. Goo.

Entangle the Stars Bronze

Kinetic energy radiates through this dragonet's youthfully exaggerated proportions, as though it might set the nebula of his hide-- its hazy clouds of light and contrastingly swart shadows obscuring a burnished copper-bronze backdrop-- into full-fledged and characteristically unpredictable motion. Gravity might well have drawn the darkest hues towards the central part of his frame, leaving his extremities bright and nearly golden at the tips of headknobs and claws, but for the billow of deep, dusted rust across his wingsails that escapes even that. Clusters of stars stipple pale constellations across his top-line, traversing from his muzzle over his neckridges and wingspars, all the way down to the spade of his tail.

Temperament

Zvaezdiyth is an unpredictable force of nature. From your first moments together, D'aeo, you will be entangled in the great mystery that is your stubborn, elusive, magnificent and enchanting lifemate. He is at once your good luck and your bad; never will you need fear discovery again for he will be your guardian until the end of his days. Within him is a profound depth, an unparalleled appreciation for the universe and a vast well of emotion often too deep and mysterious for words. Vigilant, awe-inspiring and quirky, your Zvaezdiyth will doubtlessly enthrall and baffle you in equal parts.

Weyrlinghood will present you with a number of unique challenges, but worrying whether or not your lifemate will be a problem for your many secrets will not be one of them; despite the bronze's unpredictable and often wild nature. Zvaezdiyth possesses an innate understanding of the nature of secrets, though he's certain his decision to claim you has, forever, safeguarde your life and brought you luck without end (though some might argue that luck could also be spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E, and have the same meaning with him).

What trials you may face, however, begin in those days after the hatching, where you'll be assured a full night's sleep as your dragon fails to do more than twitch uncomfortably at both itchiness and starvation, only for both of you to wake and be faced with cracked hide or ravenous, near vomitous, hunger that needs to be rectified now. NOW. And given he (and you by extension) are starving, it may be hard to realize when he's actually sated, leading to an afternoon of tummy troubles.

Most attuned to his true nature in the outdoors, exploring the fascinating beauty and power of nature, the first half turn of weyrlinghood will be an exercise in your patience as his impatience at being indoors learning will anxiously vibrate to his (and thus, your) very core. Theoreticals are not for him, and sitting still listening to someone else speak (or lecture) will never be one of his strong suits. Do! Hunt! Fly! He wants to play!

Zvaezdiyth finds his clutchmates both fascinating and baffling. Kahvaroeth's unwavering sense of duty to others, without exception, is a mystery. Riyoth's studiousness seems to draw out the desire to poke the proverbial bear to incite some reaction, though an unlikely camaraderie might grow. And for all her spoiled tendencies, his little sister, Yuanth, might become a favorite with her amusing quirks and predictable unpredictable nature. Social and playful in nature, hints of his future self surface in his sporadic need to find solace on his own, sometimes even without you or with you in companionable silence.

High-energy in youth eventually evens into something akin to laid-back, though there are always those moments of unpredictable activity and energy. The foolhardy might call it apathy. You, however, and those dragons Zvaezdiyth calls intimates, will understand that it is merely a maturation of his exploratory nature. He can observe just as well still, perched up high or down low, night or day: listening, observing, and ultimately hoarding nuggets of information his uncanny brain will be able to merge together into a bigger, more delightfully delicious picture of what he perceives are the secret machinations of the Weyr.

For all that his responses can be peculiar, « If you don't know where you want to go, D'aeo, it matters not which path you take, » he is a wonderful listener with an uncanny wisdom about things one might swear he has no way of knowing. One such is his seeming innate sense of when you truly need him, whether for company, comfort or reassurance; when he's needed, truly, he's there for you-- you're his after all-- though his definition of when that is may vary from what you expect. However, this instinct doesn't seem to temper his sometimes erratic wants on your attention, or the sudden need to be 'on his own'.

It's in flight that Zvaezdiyth's tendency toward tactile comforts becomes especially apparent. The urgency of his chase is to touch, to twine, to curl himself so close to the object of his affection that they might as well be one. He's the sort to linger after a flight, even if you might get yourself gone from the winning bed quickly. It's just so comfortable there with his chosen green or gold that he's unlikely to be budged til he's good and ready. It's no surprise that he's a devoted clutchsire, and that he wishes you to be involved as well, sometimes to the opposition of the clutch's dam or her rider. He's a proud papa in the moment and then for a few months afterwards until the immediate memory of fatherhood inevitably fades.

Never simple, not quite straightforward or inclined to do things he doesn't want to, Zvaezdiyth compensates for the little and larger trials with a devotion that transcends simple speech. Even in those moments he needs time to himself and seems unreachable, and then in those moments he seems social you can't get a word in edgewise, there'll remain an undercurrent of absolute thereness. His presence is at once familiar and otherworldly, haunting and home; he is a brilliant star in the tangled web of life and whether you choose to take him as a guide or simply for the beautiful, fantastic creature he is, there can be little doubt that with a lifemate like Zvaezdiyth you find yourself lucky indeed!

Public Impression Message

A twitching tail sweeping the sand betrays Entangle the Stars Bronze's impatience. Decisions aren't to be made lightly. This candidate or that? Her? No, him? It might seem a portent of doom that he's so still for so long with his gaze finally angled and fixed on a tall, muscular young man and those in his periphery. At last, a single forepaw draws up in what might be a beckoning gesture to encourage the man across the distance that separates them. That seems to signal decision, for rainbows swirl swiftly in the bronze's many-faceted eyes and Impression is made.

Private Impression Message

The heat of the sands fades, plunging you into the consuming darkness of night. It might be only moments or it might be the age of the world that ticks by before there is one brilliant spark in that darkness, then another, and another, until the outline of Entangle the Stars Bronze's frame with his single upraised and beckoning forepaw is lit and slowly the light of the hatching cavern fills in the hazy outline. The bronze standing before you wishes you to see him, to go to him, his head drawn tall, his eyes sharp in his regard of you. He doesn't need words to claim you, that much is obvious in his rainbow regard. Yet, to you, he affords a word: you are that important. « D'aeo. » In the sound of your name is the wonder of the universe, the secrets Zvaezdiyth innately knows and may never share. This first touch might overwhelm, so full is it of a sense of who this dragon is; did you believe in magic? In fate? In luck? If not before, you may well now: Zvaezdiyth is everything you could have wanted and more.

Mindvoice

Zvaezdiyth's mindvoice is a thing of awesome depth and variety; nothing is limited to one so shrewd. There are times when words are quite hard to come by, though he might use rich images, with a full complement of scents, sensations and feelings in those moments. Those that come easiest to him in this way and are most vividly produced are that which is natural: from the flicker of flames, ripples on the lake, and most prolifically, the twinkling stars in their infinite patterns. In social moments, words come easily, though often selected for the most meaningful effect; his mental voice a deep, rich thing that speaks of luxury and leisure at the best of times and becomes something uncomfortably grating at the worst.

Itchyspots

It will become quickly apparent that there are spots Zvaezdiyth likes to have rubbed and scratched by nimble human hands, and others that he decidedly does not. His chin is a favorite, but his eyeridges and the base of his tail are more difficult for him to finesse on his own, so expect to spend a good deal of time helping him out. His paws are another matter entirely, even when he complains that they itch, even when they need to be oiled, he does not like them being touched. Then there are spots that he'll gladly welcome attention until he suddenly changes his mind; Faranth help you if you're too slow to stop scratching his belly when he does.

Suggested Adult Description

Channeled energy radiates through this observant bronze's well-proportioned physique, as though it might set the nebula of his hide-- its hazy clouds of light and contrastingly swart shadows obscuring a burnished copper-bronze backdrop-- into full-fledged motion if only he willed it. Gravity might well have drawn the darkest hues towards the central part of his frame, leaving his extremities bright and nearly golden at the tips of headknobs and claws, but for the billow of deep, dusted rust across his wingsails that escapes even that. Clusters of stars stipple pale constellations across his refined top-line, traversing from his muzzle over his neckridges and wingspars, all the way down to the spade of his tail.

Dragon Inspiration

D'aeo, your Zvaezdiyth is inspired by a mashup of many things you mentioned in your application (the elements, the natural world, an old world feel, and elements of cats, magic and folklore). As it happens, cats have a rich history being involved with magic and have varied and interesting roles in folklore. Among the sources pulled to make up Zvaezdiyth's personality are: cats as a witch's familiar (references: here and here, cats in folklore (Japanese, Icelandic, Norse, Irish, Balinese), cats in the stars (constellations and Vietnamese astrology) and a few references to famous cats (particularly this one and this one). Of particular importance to the shaping of Zvaezdiyth is the Japanese concept of y?gen. The name Zvaezdiyth is derived from the Ukranian and Russian words for feline, cat and stars with the addition of the 'ae' you said you liked, and as a bonus it shares the '-iyth' ending shared with his dam.

Egg Inspiration: Home made vanilla ice cream. Cooking is a handicraft, right?