Salt-Sea Crusader Bronze Vadevjiath
| Salt-Sea Crusader Bronze Vadevjiath | |
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| Impressee | R'van |
| Hatching Date: | 18 April, 2015 Day 25, Month 7, Turn 37 |
| Current Age: | 31 turns |
| Size: | 34.7 feet |
| Dam: | Niahvth |
| Sire: | A Study in Bronze Reisoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:115 |
| Egg Credit: | Keysi |
| Dragon Credit: | K'del |
| Puppeteer: | R'hin |
A hint of gold marks the undersides of this spindly bronze's wings, visible when he holds them just so, then gone again like well-hidden pirate plunder. His talons are a treasure, too: elongated and wickedly sharp, honed and hued like ancient ivory. Otherwise, though, he's dark; the semblance of sea salt encrusts the burnished patina of his hide, its deep, rusty hues drawn down between the jagged breakers of his neckridges, emphasising youthful scrawniness. There's a keenness to his narrow-set gaze, and determination in the blunt line of his chin; though he may never be powerful in body, the hardy expanse of those water-dappled wings promises eventual agility in flight.
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Vibrant Reef Egg
Blues from teals to deep ceruleans eddy amongst themselves, flowing over the surface of this smallish egg. Here and there, soft splotches of tans interrupt the rich colors, much like sandbanks parting the water's course. Nearer the egg's base, smaller and more angular speckles teem with vibrancy, their oranges, yellows, muted reds and even hints of purples vying for space and sight.
With a final shuddering jolt, the Vibrant Reef Egg is thrown against the sand, upon which it shatters like glass. Left in its wake is a spindly bronze, egg-wet and startled, his wings caught around himself like tangled sails.
Salt-Sea Crusader Bronze
A hint of gold marks the undersides of this spindly bronze's wings, visible when he holds them just so, then gone again like well-hidden pirate plunder. His talons are a treasure, too: elongated and wickedly sharp, honed and hued like ancient ivory. Otherwise, though, he's dark; the semblance of sea salt encrusts the burnished patina of his hide, its deep, rusty hues drawn down between the jagged breakers of his neckridges, emphasising youthful scrawniness. There's a keenness to his narrow-set gaze, and determination in the blunt line of his chin; though he may never be powerful in body, the hardy expanse of those water-dappled wings promises eventual agility in flight.
Temperament
Oh, Rafe. It's R'van now, of course (at least officially), but Vadevjiath is unlikely to ever call you that; you like Rafe, he likes Rafe, so why change? He'll even permit you to call him 'Dev,' though he'd prefer it if no one else did, and his preferences... well, sometimes they can turn more into 'demands.' See, like his sire before him, Vadevjiath believes quite wholeheartedly that he is smarter than everyone else, better than everyone else, and pretty much simply superior in every way. Worse (better?) is that he has the charisma to convince some dragons that he is absolutely correct.
Not that he's always this way, not from the beginning. As a young weyrling, Vadevjiath values structure and order, and adheres to a sense of hierarchy at which he is (relatively) close to the bottom. Eager to learn-- and, more than that, to make a difference in the world-- he's an adept student, focused and attentive in your weyrling classes, and dutiful in what is required of him outside of them. He works well within the structures placed upon him: he eats when he is supposed to, sleeps when he is supposed to, and will cause you far fewer concerns than many of his clutchmates. He has none of the wanderlust of some of his clutchmates, and none of the sheer joy in discovery that dragons like Jorrth display; he is, quite simply, content.
The world, in young Vadevjiath's mind, works in a certain way; one need only trust in the system, and do what is right, and all will ultimately work out as it should.
Only... it doesn't, does it? His superiors aren't always right. Sometimes they're even downright wrong. And while Vadevjiath has the same short-term memory as all dragonkind, it is something that will, over time, begin to linger in his awareness. His sense of justice will begin to twang, discordant notes amidst the structures of his life. « Why does Roszadyth not defend herself? » he'll wonder, straining beneath his desire to obey orders, and his instinct to wish to make things right. « Why does she let that happen? Why does she not stand up and fight? »
Because Vadevjiath will fight. Neianth's tranquility is foreign to him; so is, eventually, the optimism Lifreyth has in the goodness of people. Although a gentleman in his own way, his moral code becomes his own - and he simply cannot stand idly by. It will be with words, clumsily at first but later with the no-nonsense incisiveness he works to cultivate. Later, as his sense of body and self improves, and especially after he has first tasted the thrill of the chase and killed his own meals, his retribution may become physical. Dragons do not fight dragons, not in that way, not outside of flights, but there are always other ways; Vadevjiath will seek to find them all.
His size-- rather smaller than the average bronze-- is one thing that will always rankle him, one thing that he will always be defensive of. Oh, he will try and resist the temptation and let jibes on the subject roll off of his back, but his temper, once roused, can be a fierce and fiery thing. That he is still larger than most of his siblings, and will be larger than most dragons in general, doesn't seem to help; he'd be extra commanding, extra charismatic, if only he had the size to match. That Ahtzudaeth is larger than him is troublesome; that Lifreyth is? Downright abominable!
As he grows, Vadevjiath will steadily lose the naive confidence he had in the natural order. Oh, he is of course instinctively programmed to acknowledge queens in general, and the senior queen in particular, and this he is unlikely to challenge; less so, perhaps, will be his faith in other dragons, weyrlingmasters and wingleaders alike. By maturity, he is likely to have developed an appreciation for long-term thinking, for goals whose rewards are both less tangible and less immediate. You, Rafe, will be the keystone of these plans: his hands, his memory, his best (and favorite) confidant. Vadevjiath's ambition is not necessarily for the Weyrleadership, mind; in many ways, by the time he is grown he will disdain traditional power structures altogether, but that hardly means he does not have plans.
Sheer charisma will serve Vadevjiath well, in this regard. In adulthood, he will likely be adept at drawing others in, often successfully using his sheer force of will-- and the strength of his convictions-- to rally others to his cause. In this way, he may ultimately become an ideal wingleader. As a wingrider, he may end up becoming the thorn in the side of his wingleader, being-- in adulthood-- rather disinclined to put up with ideas and plans he sees as less fully-formed than his own. It doesn't matter if he's actually right; Vadevjiath believes he is, and that belief is a powerful force.
It is also a force that may lead to a general disregard for the happiness of others-- and at times, that may even mean you. Indeed, although Vadevjiath cares very deeply for for you, his chosen rider, his own sense of rightness may lead him to bypass your comfort and beliefs in order to focus upon his own. On the other hand, he enjoys a spirited argument with those he sees as innately worthwhile; you are certainly one of them, and perhaps Ahtzudaeth. Many of his clutchmates perplex him, however, especially dragons like Akluseth who so throw themselves into things without thinking.
Vadevjiath will likely show less interest in flights than many of his male siblings; it's not that he doesn't care so much as that he's simply not often roused by them in the same way, not inclined to throw himself into all of them. He will chase, and when he does it will be to win, but he will wish to choose his flights; it's strategic (even if sometimes he's surprised). He's not a cuddler, nor an especially doting mate, and should he catch a queen, he's unlikely to know what to do with himself-- or with her. Eggs are a foreign concept, parenthood a peculiar one. Being trapped on the sands? Truly the worst.
Vadevjiath will be no small force in your life, Rafe. You may have lost your craft (though you'll find Vadedvjiath has a keen interest in this concept of blowing things up), but you have gained something far more complicated-- a different proposition altogether. With Vadevjiath, you'll never have to worry where your life is going, because wherever it goes, you can be sure Vadevjiath has a steady hand on the tiller, and the determination to carry you both through any storm.
Public Impression Message
The Salt-Sea Crusader Bronze careens forward a few steps more, struggling against his newly-hatched weakness to keep this peculiar momentum going. Stumbling, he stretches out his wings to balance himself, claws grasping at the sand beneath; it's in that instant-- as he half-turns-- that he sees, properly, the one he's after. Lunging forward, he tilts his head back to stare, resolute, at the one he wants. Who needs a craft, when you can have him?
Private Impression Message
« Rafe. » It's carried in the wind, and across the sea-- a sea whose salt bites at your lips and burns at your eyes-- and in the sound, too, the sound that isn't a sound but which rings in your ears all the same, like no strings you've ever heard before. Vadevjiath carries himself across that storm-tossed sea and into your life, the hurricane of confusion and doubt easing abruptly as his whirling eyes meet yours. « Rafe. Have no fear. No doubt. I am Vadevjiath. » He's hungry-- you're hungry-- but above all? You're together. Vadevjiath!
Mindvoice
Vadevjiath's mind carries with it the salt of the sea and the rush of waves-- waves that may, at times, seem to seek to beat down resistance from those around him. When angered, he can draw in the power of a storm; a low-simmering fury is more likely, and that frequently will come in the form of the rising deeps: lurking, not yet released. Often, he'll punctuate his thoughts with one or two oddly unmusical notes, like the discordant twanging of unusual strings. Sometimes, it may even haunt you in your dreams.
Itchyspots
Unlike some of his clutchmates, Vadevjiath is not especially concerned about physical sensations. For him, pleasure comes more from the wind beneath his wings, or the sun upon his hide; oiling is a necessary thing, a relief, but not especially a pleasure. Even so, he's as prone as any dragon to itching, and more impatient than most for it to be finished so that he can go back to whatever else he was doing. He'll be most particularly itchy beneath his wingsails-- where that gold shines so bright-- and at the base of each talon; those itches, more than any other, can stop him in his tracks.
Suggested Adult Description
A hint of gold marks the undersides of this compact bronze's wings, visible when he holds them just so, then gone again like well-hidden pirate plunder. His talons are a treasure, too: elongated and wickedly sharp, honed and hued like ancient ivory. Otherwise, though, he's dark; the semblance of sea salt encrusts the burnished patina of his hide, its deep, rusty hues drawn down between the jagged breakers of his neckridges, emphasising the spareness of his build. There's a keenness to his narrow-set gaze, and determination in the blunt line of his chin; though his is not a body built for power, the hardy expanse of his water-dappled wings promises agility in flight.
Inspiration
The theme for the dragons in this clutch was 'Inspired by the eggs,' and given your request for a pirate dragon, we thought the Vibrant Reef Egg fit perfectly: Vadevjiath belongs in tropical seas, for all that he makes High Reaches his-- and your-- home. As requested, he's inspired by Captain Flint, mostly the version from 'Black Sails.' His name was very loosely derived from the term 'Tiesse di dj'va' which is French-Belgium for 'horse's head' and refers to the Hurdy-Gurdy so spectacularly used in the Black Sails theme.
Egg Inspiration: The Great Barrier Reef.
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