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| + | ''"What do you want?"'' | ||
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| + | There will be times when Tziveth feels as alien to you as a stranger: you may come to understand a human's mind, through their deeds and words, more often than not driven by emotion and history. But dragons aren't tethered to such things, and the thoughts of the bronze with whom T'zur is paired ofttimes feel incomprehensible. It does get better. Time gives, if not understanding, at least accord, though weyrlinghood is a struggle of vast proportions, not the least of which is due to fast lengthening limbs and a barracks half full with girls in all their distant, tempting, glory, as alien as Tziveth once felt. | ||
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| + | He is thoughtful, is your bronze. Merticulous. Patient. He studies with you, and at times might seem like he's more interested in the goings-on of humans than many dragons. Certainly, he's not afraid to ''nudge'' you, to talk with this person or that. The tendrils of his shadowy thoughts constantly seek out those places where dragons and humans alike harbour their secret wishes and desires. | ||
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| + | He has amibtions, closely harboured, for you that will come out in time and in many, subtle ways. You might not realize for Turns down the track that the reason he nudged you into a relationship with that particular greenrider was that her father was a once-Weyrleader, and happy to share his wisdom and thoughts; or that bar you used to think you visited purely for dicing was actually the home of someone highly connected in the gambling dens. Small things, and subtle nudges over time might well see you in a position where he's pleased -- but never ''content'' -- for there is always something more to strive for, to drive you towards. | ||
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| + | ==Mindvoice== | ||
| + | His thoughts, at first touch, feel like a velvety blackness, cold, ''strange'', but not always frightening. The occasional sprinkle of lights appear like a cloudless night sky, and yet, betimes, the stars vanish unexpectedly, and there's a feel of movement in the darkness; when he seeks, it is like tendrils of darkness slipping out amongst the cracks, seeking purchase.. His voice is bassy of timbre, underscored by a distant sort of sibilant echo, though he far prefers the directness and honesty of thought to speech. | ||
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| + | ==Inspiration== | ||
| + | Frank Underwood, of House of Cards, mixed with the Shadows of Babylon 5. | ||
| + | }} | ||
Latest revision as of 03:31, 16 July 2016
| Into the Fire Tziveth | |
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| Impressee | T'zur |
| Hatching Date: | 17 April, 2015 Day 22, Month 7, Turn 37 |
| Current Age: | 31 turns |
| Egg Name: | The Shadow of Z'ha'dum Egg |
| Size: | 35.85 feet |
| Dam: | Torith |
| Sire: | Molten Glass Bronze Vhaeryth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:113 |
At a casual glance, Tziveth's hide appears obsidian, bronze tone giving it a sheen of familiar shade. It's not until closer inspection that it is clear that the tones of his hide are striated and varied, shading in different tones but never straying too far from his base, bronzed-obsidian shade. Long and lean angular limbs and sharp angles give him a wiry, near skeletal appearance; he is not the largest bronze by far, and yet the way the intent looking dragon watches constantly, taking in everything, might well give Tziveth a sense of intimidating presence all the same. Wickedly sharp ivory talons stand out in contrast to the dark of his hide.
Temperament
"What do you want?"
There will be times when Tziveth feels as alien to you as a stranger: you may come to understand a human's mind, through their deeds and words, more often than not driven by emotion and history. But dragons aren't tethered to such things, and the thoughts of the bronze with whom T'zur is paired ofttimes feel incomprehensible. It does get better. Time gives, if not understanding, at least accord, though weyrlinghood is a struggle of vast proportions, not the least of which is due to fast lengthening limbs and a barracks half full with girls in all their distant, tempting, glory, as alien as Tziveth once felt.
He is thoughtful, is your bronze. Merticulous. Patient. He studies with you, and at times might seem like he's more interested in the goings-on of humans than many dragons. Certainly, he's not afraid to nudge you, to talk with this person or that. The tendrils of his shadowy thoughts constantly seek out those places where dragons and humans alike harbour their secret wishes and desires.
He has amibtions, closely harboured, for you that will come out in time and in many, subtle ways. You might not realize for Turns down the track that the reason he nudged you into a relationship with that particular greenrider was that her father was a once-Weyrleader, and happy to share his wisdom and thoughts; or that bar you used to think you visited purely for dicing was actually the home of someone highly connected in the gambling dens. Small things, and subtle nudges over time might well see you in a position where he's pleased -- but never content -- for there is always something more to strive for, to drive you towards.
Mindvoice
His thoughts, at first touch, feel like a velvety blackness, cold, strange, but not always frightening. The occasional sprinkle of lights appear like a cloudless night sky, and yet, betimes, the stars vanish unexpectedly, and there's a feel of movement in the darkness; when he seeks, it is like tendrils of darkness slipping out amongst the cracks, seeking purchase.. His voice is bassy of timbre, underscored by a distant sort of sibilant echo, though he far prefers the directness and honesty of thought to speech.
Inspiration
Frank Underwood, of House of Cards, mixed with the Shadows of Babylon 5.
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