Blazing Masquerade Bronze Malsaeth
| Blazing Masquerade Bronze Malsaeth | |
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| Impressee | X'lar |
| Hatching Date: | 19 April, 2008 Day 4, Month 7, Turn 16 |
| Current Age: | 54 turns |
| Egg Name: | Black and White and Read All Over Egg |
| Dam: | Ocean's Dawn Rose Gold Aerianth |
| Sire: | Against the Ages Bronze Nikoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:23 |
| Egg Credit: | Fayre |
| Dragon Credit: | Q'vek |
| Puppeteer: | Caitlyn |
Contents
Black, White, and Read All Over Egg
This small egg is a blur of white and black, both fighting for dominance of the shell. The majority of the background seems to be a grimy, impure white, being dirtied even further by the mess of black dotted about, seemingly at random. There seems to be a rough pattern to the shell, scribbles of black in perfectly straight lines, yet in most places the black seems to be smudged together, as if the shell is melting in the heat of the Istan sands. In other spots, there are hints of what might have once been red or other bright colours, but they've long since faded to a sickly yellow.
Black, White, and Read All Over Egg gives a final violent shudder and then it is suddenly still, all intentions of hatching masked. And then without warning, it splits directly down the middle with a tremendous cracking sound and a muscled bronze hatchling spills out onto the sands like a little ball of fire.
Blazing Masquerade Bronze
Gleaming shades of crimson-tinged bronze have imbued this sculpted dragon with the heat and intensity of a bonfire. Headknobs and pronounced neckridges are touched with soot, hazy darkness mingling with the rich shade of red-chased bronze that burns brightest across his back. Inconstant as tongues of flame, his soft hide glistens when the light catches it and the searing tones that grace broad shoulders and deep ribcage are as varied as they are vivid. From muscled chest to taut belly and along the clean lines of well-toned haunches, the fire softens, bathing him in warm metallic hues of copper and rust. Down powerful legs the brighter colors dim to smoldering embers, ending in cruelly curved claws the dark matte of charred wood - fuel to feed the devouring inferno. Sparks swirl and glimmer over wide, arching wings; pale shimmers trace each spar and cast his translucent wingsails into brilliance. His angular face is made more distinct by streaks of ash along his cheekbones and the bridge of his snout while beneath sweeping eyeridges keenly angled eyes hint at the sly workings within.
Public Impression Message
Having failed to find his perfect match among a gaggle of girls, Blazing Masquerade Bronze Hatchling moves on to another group of white-clad possibilities. Agitation shows in tension quivering along already powerful haunches but then, there he is! The little bronze lifts up in his excitement, talons scraping along X'lar's chest as the dragon's eyes meet blue-grey ones behind a mop of clay-colored hair.
Private Impression Message
As pain sears through your chest from the scrape of dragon claws, the thrum of the crowd swells into an ominous rumble that fills your ears and blocks out every other sense. So loud it becomes incoherent thunder, the sound rolls over you and vibrates you to your core, ready to overwhelm entirely. And then it breaks, and the heat of the sands is replaced abruptly with chill wind and lashing rain, the flash of lightning blinding you, utterly disorienting. When the blinding light clears the rest coalesces into images that reside only in your mind. Swift whirling eyes, red tinged blue fill your sight. « X'lar. The white costume was a good try, but you can't hide from me. » In the briefest of pauses the storm ceases to be ominous and the rumble of thunder becomes the rumble of hunger in your own stomach. With it comes the knowledge of three things. He is Malsaeth, he is yours forever, and he is hungry.« If we ask nice I bet someone will give us some food. Let's find out! »
Temperament
Malsaeth is a restless and mischievous spirit, wandering and dragging you out of your comfort zone along with him. He has a particular penchant for cooler climes, autumnal leaves and crisp winds and a desire for adventure.
Always on the lookout for freebies, Malsaeth's usual recommendation is for you to just ask for whatever you want. Something for nothing, knock on proverbial doors and expect them to hand it over. And if they won't? « We'll just have to convince them... my way. » The only place he strays from this is in the hunt, the kill, the feast. He doesn't mind putting a bit of effort in there and he'll be just like a kid with their favorite sweet - sure to revel in every moment of the gory, bloody process.
He's a mischief-maker as a weyrling, and 'his way' usually involves some sort of prank. There's nothing quite as fun as getting away with something, and whether the prankee is amused or dismayed, it's the reaction that counts. Since what he really wants is for people to notice him - to ooh and ah over his latest trick - you just might be able to channel these efforts into something more beneficial.
Luckily for both of you, Malsaeth is great at blending in and so he may just have a knack for getting away with things. He's a master at donning a mask of innocence or slipping into some innocuous task. « How could I have been the one dumping the oil barrels? I've been working on drills with the class the whole time! »
This tends to be his M.O. with lessons as well - /appearing/ like he's paying attention even if he's really busy filling your head with stories and games and pranks to be played-and he will have a talent for spinning daring tales. If nothing else it may force you to learn to school your own features as well, and if you can someday pair that with other social graces the skill may serve you well. In the meantime, it will be up to you to force him (and yourself) to focus and actually do the work required to become a fighting pair.
With time comes maturity and growth, and Malsaeth is no exception. Tricks and deception were once used for amusement and these skills are maintained as he becomes a more sly, stealthy, and thoughtful adult. Turns of watching the effect of boyhood pranks and hearing 'no' after asking for a handout leads to an understanding of how things play out. He continues to seek easy offerings, but he will also become adept at social maneuverings, bargaining, wheedling or manipulating as he must. He will be quick to don whatever guise will serve him best, brash and confident with this one, utterly innocent with that one, smooth no matter what.
Impetuous in youth, he will become more and more forward thinking - more concerned with what the future holds and how to be ready for it. This strategic bent will reach into every area of your life, from romance to your profession, to commissioning a new gather outfit well in advance of the next party.
Along with this eye for what is to come is a tendency toward doing things in a particular way. It's almost as if he believes the order of things, that the process by which some things are done will effect the outcome, that certain things might curse your day or even turns to come. He's finicky about broken mirrors and insistent that you toss salt if you should spill it, as well as holding more original superstitions like dumping oil more than 12 days old or buckling his straps from left to right as the tales he spun as a weyrling now take on a cautionary twist.
For all of his eccentricities, one thing is solid and unwavering: his connection with you. What might have started as pals, exploring the world and finding trouble, will develop into a bone-deep bond. Only you will ever see behind his many masks, to see his deepest self. Neither wholly innocent nor confident as he may put on, he will show you his vulnerabilities and he will cherish even your darkest side as well - encouraging you to grow and change with him but celebrating every aspect of you in the meantime.
He is a bit too self-centered to be the sort to court a green or a gold. Instead as usual he'll take what he can get, and is alway interested in the new experience. He's much more the sort to chase after a variety of different female dragons, whether at home or abroad, with little preference for any one lasting beyond the time they touch down after the flight. He is a virile bronze though, rising after the girls early and often and catching more frequently than many. With forethought he's often able to predict the female's next move, and he's sneaky enough to blend in with the pack and then suddenly appear in just the right place.
If he should be fortunate enough to catch a gold he'll only be the loving mate and doting father if you exert your will on him. Otherwise he's likely to do the bare minimum and be off to exploring and seeking loot again whenever he's able, and either way he'll strain against the constrictions of the sands the entire time the eggs harden.
When it comes to his wing, as Malsaeth grows he becomes more aware of a sense of community. He begins to realize that if everyone works together the outcome is far better and he will even celebrate his comrades, maneuvering to aid his mates in their time of need. He'll love to flame from the first moment he's able, urging you to sneak some firestone so he can help you start bonfires on the beach, and charring Thread to ash with a vengeance. If you're interested in leading he'll go along for the perks, helping you to navigate the politics that might be involved and applying himself as needed - or at least managing to look like he is.
One aspect of your Malsaeth that is far more unique is his affinity for the void of *between*. Most dragons tolerate it but he seeks it. That blurring between here and there, that moment of utter dark and quiet somewhere between life and death - it calls to him. He is never afraid even for that first jump, and will sometimes stretch the three beats in the black just a tad. He'll always enjoy the trips you might take and even if your own visualization might be a bit off he always, always knows exactly where he's come from and where he is going.
Mindvoice
A deeply rumbling bass, Malsaeth voice is more of a growl than a melody, thunder ominously rolling out across a darkened sky. The images of wild weather accompany his many words: clouds in various stages of building, thunderheads shadowing rain beaten landscapes, the lash of rain and, when he is particularly stirred, the flash of lightning. In quieter moments the sense of the storm may become something far more gentle, the patter of rain and the purr of distant thunder enveloping you in a sense of comfort and calm.
Inspiration
Malsaeth is inspired by Halloween in his youth, and as he grows more and more by the older holiday of Samhain. Like a trick-or-treater who thinks the world owes him candy he seeks favors from anyone he thinks might be up for it, and is as much a master of disguise as the most cleverly costumed kid on October 31. Samhain is the ancient Gaelic holiday celebrated in the same time period as our modern day Halloween, a celebration of the meat harvest where people slaughter beasts both to see them through the winter and to keep from having to feed extra cattle through the cold the months. Both holidays share a sense of revelry and of providing for yourself, as well as divination and looking forward to the future. They both also share the idea that the line between the living and the dead is blurred, which you might play up in a macabre sense of humor or an interest in ghost stories, or any other way you see fit! His description was inspired by the bonfires that are an integral part of the Samhain festivities and his mindvoice was inspired by the dark and stormy night that is so often featured in the scary stories that abound around Halloween.
The name Malsaeth came from a combination of 'Samhain' and also 'Sleamhain', a Gaelic word meaning sly.
Egg inspiration: I've always loved the idea of using newspaper as wrapping paper!
Clutches
Malsaeth has produced 0 gold, 2 bronze, 2 brown, 4 blue, and 7 green dragons.
| Clutch 29 | Rielsath | Malsaeth | 14 eggs | Day 25, Month 12, Turn 17 |
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