Booming Bumbler Brown Rhadruth
| Booming Bumbler Brown Rhadruth | |
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| Impressee | Fraya |
| Hatching Date: | 15 March, 2008 |
| Size: | 35 feet |
| Dam: | Dewdrops in the Desert Gold Teonath |
| Sire: | Wayward Desperado Bronze Wyaeth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:27 |
| Egg Credit: | Louvaen |
| Dragon Credit: | Jaispe, edits by Satiet and Persie |
| Puppeteer: | Suraiya |
Contents
Lonesome Watcher Egg
Sitting at a slight lean in the sands, this medium sized egg dutifully takes watch over the rest of its siblings. Rough, gruff grey dominates the shell - short brushed variation of shades giving the illusion of scruffy shag. Halfway to its apex, fracture-like markings mimicking the appearance of a chipped away shard frame a glob of shocking yellow shot through by an iris-like sliver of black. Above this otherworldly eye is poised paired flashes of sharp white, topped by a smudge of black vaguely in the shape of a thick "T". Hiding around the other side, near where the base tilts away from its mound, slithery blue tendrils swarm about a slight imperfection dimpled into the surface as if they might find a way to burst free onto the sands.
If it tries again, maybe this time, *this time*, it'll work, and it's said a third time's the charm. Lonesome Watcher Egg gives it a final attempt, the dragonet within throwing himself against both sides of the egg until the tiny chips and the slivers of cracks explode, surprising not only in its suddenness, but also in its loudness; for the sturdily massive brown within trumpets his arrival with all the strength of his very young lungs.
Booming Bumbler Brown
With outsized paws and bristling eyeridges, this huge, deeply dark brown cuts an impressive figure for sheer size alone. His features are roughly hewn, as though carved by someone who had only the most basic idea of what a dragon should look like: prominent brows and blunt headknobs that sweep back over a haphazard line of near-black neckridges; a short snout and square jaw that merge with a squat-looking neck. Painted a swarthy mud brown, his burly shoulders are nearly indistinguishable from the barrel chest and bulging belly that comprise his imposing midsection. Even his wings are tough, fibrous things, opaque rather than the translucent film of daintier dragons. But for all his massive, predatory breadth, his smallish, deep-set eyes twinkle beneath the overhang of those beetling brows, warm and gently naive in their child-like innocence.
Temperament
One would be hard-pressed to find a better description of Rhadruth than simply 'big'-big-boned, big-mouthed, big-hearted. He embodies the idea of the gentle giant, his big, imposing appearance belying the soft interior that will easily endear him to others. With his simple ways and naive worldview, Rhadruth possesses a certain childlike optimism that will keep his spirits high even in the darkest times. He's clumsy, simple-minded, and true, and Rhadruth will be a steadfast friend, always believing the best of you and encouraging you along the paths of your dreams.
Big Rhadruth will always struggle in weyrling lessons; he's no scholar, for one thing. But he is diligent, with a steady nature that will keep him plugging away long after most others would have given up the cause. His sheer size will cause him many problems, as he's more bumbly than even most young dragonets, always managing to tangle his feet in his straps or to turn around and smack the oil buckets over with his fat tail. For all that Rhadruth might lag behind in learning his wing formations or even figuring out how to get off the ground in the first place, he'll get there eventually, learning to manage himself on the ground and in the air without wreaking /too/ much havoc.
While he might not enjoy the rote of lessons, especially in learning formations, there is one thing that Rhadruth will always be passionate about: other animals. While he's as fond of eating meat as the next dragon, Rhadruth will still be prone to getting attached to particular animals, even going so far as to name them silly things--and then eat them in the next moment, never realizing just how strange that is. It'll begin with small things, trundlebugs and spinners, but quickly he'll graduate on to bigger pets. Pity the runners and herdbeasts he takes an interest in, because Rhadruth is likely to send the whole herd into a tizzy hovering over them, yet never understanding why they're afraid of him. And his dream pet? Don't ever get him started talking about that, and certainly don't let him actually /get/ one: Rhadruth wants a tunnelsnake, and reasons like 'they're poisonous and they kill people' will never sink in.
With a mouth as big as his body, though, Rhadruth might find both you, Fraya, and himself in hot water more than once, even long after he's past the age when most dragons learn to restrain their projections. But your Rhadruth just can't keep a secret, blurting things out without hardly a prompt from another dragon. Incredibly guileless, he assumes the best of people and never suspects any trickery on the part of friends or enemies. He is also unwavering in his loyalties to his friends, and will do almost anything for them, or for anyone who is kind to him-and come to that, even the ones who aren't. His is a generous nature, always willing to share a sunny spot or a big herdbeast with anyone feeling particularly down. He understands, after all, because he feels so strongly himself, his warm and caring nature easily crushed by the loss of a pet trundlebug to his big feet, let alone of a wingmate to Thread.
If Rhadruth is a bumbler now, just wait until he falls for a girl. Rhadruth is the sort to fall head over heels with a girl, and likely the most unattainable one he can find at that. And when he does, he'll be a completely different creature. Never worrying about his appearance, wanting just enough bathing and oiling to stop his itching, Rhadruth will develop a sudden desire to look his best to impress his lady friend, though he'll never be able to pull off that dapper look. Awkward, shy, he'll forever be like a teenager with his first crush, googly-eyed and with his foot always in his mouth.
When that green or gold finally rises, Rhadruth will be at the heart of the chase, giving it his all. No fancy maneuvers for him, just pure strength and desire that overwhelm him. If he loses, he'll be crushed, spending the next several days, until he forgets the incident, wallowing in his weyr and mourning his lost love. But should he win that female, Rhadruth will be a loving, doting mate, fawning all over her. Should he sire a clutch, his eggs and children will receive that same treatment, as young things of any sort render Rhadruth into a mushy ball of pride.
Facing Thread will bring out hitherto unknown depths of Rhadruth's personality. While he might seem like a butterball, big but harmless, Thread will prove just how formidable he can be in defense of the many things he loves. He is quite resilient, unphased by whatever injuries he might suffer-a good thing, considering he's barely turnable and certainly not with any speed, and will likely suffer his fair share of scorings thanks to that. Rhadruth will also heal quickly from them, though every minute he's out of the fight he'll ache to be up there protecting Pern again. Rhadruth's hatred of Thread is complete and all-consuming.
Public Impression Message
Much like his egg did before him, Booming Bumbler Brown WHUMPs across the sands, his trundling gait throwing sand clouds in his wake to obscure the vision of whoever might be in his way: dragon or human! But his whumping around becomes purpose-filled, his hulkish frame moving with surprising speed across the way until he's butting into the side of a girl with light brown hair and large, round eyes.
Private Impression Message
Was that a clatter of thunder; that deep boom that echoes in your suddenly empty head? And how funny this emptiness feels, like an ache that overwhelms your entire being which doesn't seem like it could ever be filled again. And then there's another heartshaking *BOOM* that not only echoes this time, but rumbles, coursing through your body, entering through your ears, you think, and stretching down to the tips of your toes and then back again. With the noise comes warmth that envelops you, wrapping about you like the embrace of a massive older brother, father, friend -- a comforting feeling that leaves you with a crayon-scrawled picture of you and him, your Rhadruth, together forever. Well, comforting until a sudden hunger gnaws deep within your own belly and he articulates his thoughts in a rough, Tillekian brogue, « Blimey, Fraya, I could use some food in my belly. »
Mindvoice
Deep and booming, Rhadruth's mindvoice suits his size; he'll always struggle with confining his projections to his audience rather than letting the whole Weyr hear him. Not one with any talent for grand speeches, he will frequently rely on images to get his point across, though those pictures might hinder him just as much as the thick brogue and occasional liquor rasp that color his words. Rhadruth paints pictures in broad strokes, like a child with a crayon. His lack of artistic talent will mean you have to provide the clarity and focus to his images when the time comes to /between/.
Itchyspots
What /doesn't/ itch? Rhadruth will suffer the most awful itching pains, even after he finally stops growing, and they'll be all over his burly body. But of all those spots, his favorite to have scratched and oiled will be his shoulders, all around the blades and even down across his back, at the base of each ridge.
Dragon Inspirations
Rhadruth is based on Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts in the Harry Potter series. Half-giant, Hagrid has a fondness for monstrous pets and possesses an unwavering loyalty for his friends.
Egg Inspiration: A Night in the Lonesome October is a fun, light read written by the late Roger Zelazny. Magic is found throughout the book in the form of magical beings, such as a witch, a werewolf, a vampire, and sentient animals, items of power, and spells based on various ingredients. This egg is largely inspired by the narrator Snuff, who is a watchdog. It also contains elements of the somewhat mysterious Things which he guards.
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