Blissful Beach Bum Bronze

Blissful Beach Bum Bronze
Impressee	Z'ian
Hatching Date:	Some time in history
Size:	36.6 feet
Lineage:	Here
Dragon Credit:	K'del and Leova

Blissful Beach Bum Bronze

Larger than life: for all that Tsanth's compactly muscular build makes him small for a bronze, he knows how to /loom/... but only when he can be bothered. There's a rough softness to the rippling curves of his shape, as with an expanse of windswept sandy dunes turned golden-bronze in the late afternoon sun, and likewise in the gritty edges of his neckridges that have been smoothed only just this side of jagged. Deep-set, heavily-lidded eyes can be keenly observant, even inclined to flick from one direction to the other when he gets enthusiastic, but can as easily droop in unabashed, whole-hearted laziness. Towards his big feet and the blunted tip of his tail, the sandy-bronze of his hide darkens as though he'd been wading out into quiet shadows; in contrast, the lengthy expanse of his wingsails gleams with motes of pure gold, catching the light when he reaches for the sky.

Temperament

What a rush Impressing Tsanth must have been, Z'ian: he's nothing like you could ever have imagined.

Tsanth is bold and brash and full of life. He says what he thinks, and sometimes it's the wrong thing, but he has a certain casually irrepressible demeanour, so full of life, that he finds it easy to make friends anywhere, and with anyone. Almost anyone. He lives in the moment, focusing upon the joys and pleasures of life: the sun on his back, the wind beneath his wings, the smell of salt in the air. He's likely to fill your head with a running commentary of his life - everything he notices needs to be shared. « That green. She's so hot. So.... HOT. I could fly her. We have to fly her. WAKE UP! » *head turns* « Oh. That other green! She's proddy too. I can smell her! » *big sniff* « Aw man. » Is it enough to give you a headache? It's distracting.

The thing is, while Tsanth may not be the smartest dragon around, he has charisma, and it's the kind of charisma that may well encourage others to follow him. If he set his mind to it, he could be an impressive leader... and it's something that often hovers in his thoughts. This Weyr could be his. These dragons? His. And those GREENS! He could have them ALL! Aw man. Wouldn't that be something?

And - dude. He wouldn't have to fly sweeps, like, ever.

Tsanth missed flying thread just barely - and that sucked, because Thread would have been right up his alley: much more interesting than Interval life. He's long forgotten that disappointment, though; instead, he throws himself into other endeavours. He may not have Threadscores to show off to the ladies, but it's entirely possible that he's picked up some flight scars, which he's more than happy to show off. They're manly. Impressive. Oh yeah.

He's pretty small for a bronze, but he won't let that stop him. He's the one who always goes after the biggest and the best, and who cares about anyone else. Even golds can expect to be short-changed by his determination to keep the best for himself-- so it's lucky that in general, he's more inclined to make friends than not.

Tsanth likes to paint himself as an older, wiser brother, as far as Z'ian is concerned. Subtle nudges will attempt to push him into things: into schmoozing with the goldriders, making friends in high places. He depends on Z'ian to make up for his own weak points (though he's unlikely to admit to having any: if he's not good at something, it's because he can't be bothered to try). Z'ian can expect some prods and pushes: as a team, they're amazing, right? Amazing.

Maybe he'll get what he wants. Maybe he won't. But in the meantime? There are places to visit, and friends to make. There are greens to chase... and golds, too. If Z'ian is happy, Tsanth is happy, though really? It's pretty hard to make Tsanth unhappy.

Mindvoice

Tsanth is all talk: talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. The salty, sandy rustle of his thoughts in the back of Z'ian's mind is ever-present - often warm and cozy, but sometimes likely to rub raw if it's all too much. He's not inclined to excessive imagery: it's too indirect, too vague, and words? They're just better.

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