Forged By Fire Bronze Kushvetath
| Forged By Fire Bronze Kushvetath | |
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| Impressee | M'sar |
| Hatching Date: | 22 October, 2010 |
| Size: | 36.1 feet |
| Dam: | Bloodletter's Bonfire Gold Iskiveth |
| Sire: | Frost and Fisticuffs Brown Szadath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:31 |
| Egg Credit: | Taikrin |
| Dragon Credit: | Taikrin |
| Puppeteer: | Taikrin |
| Clutch 31 | |
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Contents
Tale in the Flames Egg
Startlingly, shockingly bright, the colors of this egg are so intense that one could almost expect it to burst afire at any moment. Garish orange and sullen red lick hungrily over a base of dark charcoal that can only be seen in bits and pieces. Near the apex of the large ovoid, the colors burst into something even more spectacular: a ring of color, of burnished bronze and gold and copper. It is there, also, that darkling colors scrawl aimlessly. It seems like there should be a pattern, some order, some meaning to the lines and dashes of black-brown-mustard, but none can be readily discerned.
The Tale in the Flame egg pulsates beside its neighbor, dark cracks spreading over the entire surface of the ovoid like some fine lace. All at once, the egg is simply /gone/, bits and fragments of shells flying every which way, leaving a seared little bronze hatchling in their wake.
Forged of Fire Bronze
Haughty bearing and clean, powerful lines spark a dangerous combination in this average-sized bronze. He's molten in both curves and color, from the very beginning of his nose, an aquiline beak that seems somehow as sharp as his deliberately-placed onyx talons. Those echoes of flame ripple throughout his classically-proportioned figure, though hints of mottling also singe his joints: here some copper spattered over his shoulders, there charcoal showing through cracks around his jaw and up to one slightly narrowed eye. It is his wings, most of all, that resemble nothing so much as half-worked metal. Delicate laceworks of shadow cross veins of super-heated crimson that seem lit from within, tracing patternless chaos across their broad sails. They appear in a perpetual state of cracking, as if the slightest breeze would flake the unfinished planes of his wings entirely apart.
Temperament
No holy creature of light is your Kushvetath, but neither is he an evil demon concerned only with death and destruction; nothing so straightforward. He is, at his heart, a proud and selfish creature, concerned more with his own standing, his own well being, than anything else. Thankfully, that concern applies to you, M'sar, as well. You are, after all, a part of him. An integral piece, something he could not bear to do without. But therein is also the rub: you are a piece of him, not the other way around. He treasures and loves you, but should you have a differing of opinion, well- best you learn how to build a fortress within your mind to protect you from his, well, assaults as he attempts to batter you down to his wishes. He'd never be physically pushy, but he has no qualms against using all his wiles and mental strength to bring you around to his point of view.
But why would you ever want to disagree with him? All he wants is the best for the both of you, which is all you deserve, really. He takes it for granted that he is, simply, the best. The brightest. The strongest. The cleverest. Where his sire might boast of his prowess, and his dam throw her weight around, Kushvetath need do neither. He simply /knows/ of his superiority, and has no need to make brash claims. His every action speaks of his smug aloofness, his pride in himself (and you), and his utter self-assurance. There is nothing the two of you can't accomplish, and nothing that you should be denied. And he'll be very, very sure that you get whatever is coming to you, by whatever means necessary.
His greatest strength is in his wiles, in his ability to ferret out the truth and turn it to his advantage. He doesn't scruple against using something he's learned to someone else's detriment should it prove to his advantage. There's not generally even a reason to lie, when the honeyed truth will be so much more effective. It's not that he's out to hurt others, it's just that they're so much less important than he himself. While not an evil creature, he DOES have a terrible temper, which isn't going to win him many friends. Should he find himself hopelessly thwarted, or reprimanded by one of the dragons who maintain authority over himself, expect to see it flare into angry snappings at his compatriots, vicious slaughter of his chosen dinner, even irritated mental lashings back at you.
But for all his posturing, for all his selfish overtones, he has a weakness in all that is weak and innocent. It's nothing he would ever admit to, possibly something he's not even totally aware of himself (for self-reflection is NOT something he indulges in often). But a young weyrgirl, wreathed in flowers? A toddler holding a basket of puppies? A hatchling firelizard struggling from its shell? These things, they make him melt - MELT - into an indulgent pile of goo. « Yes, of COURSE we have room in our weyr for these kittens, and I know you won't mind staying up to feed them milk. I'll just bring back some of my kill for them, they'll get along famously! »
As a weyrling, Kushvetath is still just finding his feet. He /knows/ he's the best, but it's hard to prove when you can't even make your own kill yet, much less fly in formation. He'll naturally try to assume a leading role amongst his clutchmates, though they may not be so willing. He'll be full of ideas for redirecting Cerveath's natural curiosity to ways that will be to his own benefit, for providing the brains to Tacuseth's brawn.
For the most part he'll be impatient with his own growth, unable to understand why it is he can't just hunt /now/, and why it is he must wait for his green sisters to fly before he has a chance. To those of his clutchmates willing to come under his wing (as he sees it), he will be loyal, and look out specifically for their interests. To those who set themselves up in opposition? Or who would challenge him? He can be an implacable enemy, at least until he forgets as dragons do. Again, he rarely acts with physical violence, preferring instead to attempt sabotage with the right word in the right ear, with sweet truth and subtle manipulations.
Once he has found his stride as an adult, watch out. It'll take some understanding for him to understand why it is he won't be /immediately/ given a wing to lead. He'll be decent at drills and formations, but far too independent-minded to make a truly good wingrider. Be prepared for some stern talking-tos from your wingseconds and leaders when Kushvetath forgets himself and starts barking orders to his wingmates, especially the more experienced ones.
When it comes to the ladies, Kushvetath is at the very least in charge of his passions. Mostly. He's more interested in chasing after the female who will make /him/ look good, who will complement him in flight and in basking together. The ultimate trophy, if you will. Generally speaking, he's not terribly devoted to his conquests, though that's not to say he won't one day meet his match in cunning- it would just take a /very/ special dragon. His competitive streak, his compulsive need to be the best will take over with single-minded focus. The only reason he won't sabotage his opponents is because it won't occur to him that they ARE opponents. So assured of his own abilities, it will never occur to him that he could lose right up until the point when he /does/. And then, after he's gotten over his tiredness and grumpiness, it'll be all cool indifference: as if.
Golds will be particularly interesting to him, because by their very nature they're worthy of his attentions (and importantly for him, far less agile). He'll shamelessly take off after his dam or grandddam, and Faranth /help/ you if he manages to catch a queen. Though indifferent to her except as his conquest, his eggs are a different story. Not only are they adorable and in need of his protection, but they are a part of /him/, and thus beyond perfect. Expect him to dote upon them in a way that probably will make you cringe, up to and /after/ they've hatched.
Public Impression Message
Forged of Fire Bronze Hatchling is tired of playing games. Heedless of the inherent fragility of the candidates arrayed for his perusal, he shoulders roughly past the hulking candidate trying vainly to capture his attention. Instead, he stares up at the other boy - the scrawny, blonde one - that he's been seeking all this time.
Private Impression Message
A chorus of voices suddenly surrounds you, their babble nonsensical, overwhelming, but faintly musical. Like a radio being tuned, they slowly fade in and out, dropping out one by one until there is only one smooth, honeyed tenor left. « Ah, M'sar. » The sun's rays fall upon you, which is of course impossible under the roof of the hatching cavern- except, are you really on the sands still, or are you somewhere else? Somewhere perfect? There is certainly perfection here, in the form of a fluidly curved bronze muzzle pointing up at your midsection, especially if you ignore the fragment of shell that's threatening to go up his nose. « I, Kushvetath, have found you. You are me, and I am you. » A thread of hunger ripples through you both, bellies rumbling in sync. « Let's eat, shall we? »
Mindvoice
As smooth as honey, as soft as silk, lit with a golden light -- never mind that honey and silk doesn't exist on Pern, Kushvetath /does/, which makes him that much better: when he is pleased with life, his mindvoice is simply gorgeous. It recalls gentle times, afternoons spent on a sunny beach, or basking in an idyllic mountain glade. It's when things are not entirely going his way that they become interesting. That soft golden light becomes harsh, hot, as consuming as Rukbat's fires. His silky tenor drops, deepens, takes on harsh bass overtones. And it STINGS. Not his dam's fires, nor his sire's freezes, but something else altogether: a heat so overwhelming it's cold, a chill so fierce it burns. It is the essence of too much light, turned inwards and ugly and painful.
Itchyspots
It seems as if every part of Kushvetath is itchy, all the time. While this is not precisely true, his hide IS prone to excessive drying, which will require an inordinate amount of oiling, otherwise you'll be seeing flakes, flakes, flakes. Of particular problem is anywhere he has a lot of mottling in his hide- especially around his shoulder joints, where the wing muscles join with his chest muscles and with his upper arm muscles. There's a lot of flexing needed in that area, and if it's not kept supremely well-hydrated it's going to be a flaky, painful mess.
Dragon Inspiration
As requested, Kushvetath is based off of Lucifer, of Paradise Lost and Supernatural fame. He trends very much towards immediately pre-Fall Lucifer: not so much incurably evil as selfish and full of pride. His description was likewise inspired by the image of bronze on a forge, still in the process of being hammered. His name (which I've been pronounced KUSH - veh - tahth) is a combination of the Russian words for temptation and light (iskushenie and sveta, respectively). He is, of course, free to build upon or modify as you choose - we hope you like him!.
Egg Inspiration: The One Ring (of Bilbo and Frodo fame) in the hearth fire which first reveals its nefarious message. Also- Iskiveth should have fire AND treasure. Template:HRWClutchmates
