Bloodstained Assault Bronze Khazioth
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| Impressee | At're |
| Hatching Date: | 25 October, 2009 Day 14, Month 1, Turn 21 |
| Current Age: | 48 turns |
| Egg Name: | Footsteps to Infinity Egg |
| Size: | 37.3 feet |
| Dam: | Morning Over Mists Gold Elaruth |
| Sire: | Scrappy Wandering Wheaton Bronze Mikhuth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:34 |
| Egg Credit: | K'del |
| Dragon Credit: | Kaida and Tobas |
| Puppeteer: | Kaida |
Contents
Footsteps To Infinity Egg
As though it has been coated in grey sand, the surface of this small egg gives the impression of being uneven and rough, though it is no more so than any other amidst the clutch. At the narrowest end of the ovoid shape, an angular blotch shaded primarily silver, with several protruding narrow 'legs' in foil-like gold, is settled, as though perched amidst the sand. Leading away from this shape are a set of what could almost be described as footsteps, embossed forever like some testament to exploration, heading off into the great unknown on the far curve of the egg's mottled shell.
The steady, measured beats that have had the Footsteps To Infinity Egg pulsing as cracks raced across its shell finally culminate into one single, violent explosion. Head, wings, tail, feet all push outward simultaneously to send shell fragments flying in all directions. The goo-smeared bronze dragonet left behind, startled by his sudden escape, over-balances to land with a whump chin-first in the sand, butt in the air and tail lashing. A brief scrabble of hind legs sets him to rights again, studied casualness in the flip of his wings as he settles them against his back. Right. Nobody saw that.
Bloodstained Assault Bronze Hatchling
Thick, oily black smoke has left its residue upon the burnished bronze hide that stretches taut over this young dragon's egg-starved bones. The sharply angled wedge of his head is splashed with a mask of twilight crimson, slick and dark across the curve of his muzzle with spattered droplets arching over the harsh lines of his eyeridges, an eerie luminescence lending an intensity of focus to his faceted gaze. Sliding down the long line of his throat, pooling around the base of each neckridge, liquid crimson highlights smear across his deep chest before trickling down his forelegs to coat obsidian talons. Strong across his back and shoulders, the metallic glint of his hide is all but lost beneath the green-tinged stain of swamp mud that clings to his underbelly and spreads across his haunches. The length of his tail is dulled, lightly flecked with the rusty shade of drying blood until the spaded tip, where the edges are limned with a brassy sheen reminiscent of a sharpened spearhead. Set into the solid musculature of his shoulders, his wings are broad and touched with the ruddy hue of reflected firelight. The tracery of ichor-filled veins within his 'sails create an illusion of tarnished patterning, like a shield's embossed crest.
Temperament
Best friend, brother, fellow soldier. Your Khazioth will be there for you in everything: he's got your back, he's on your side, you're his /unit/ and there's no bond stronger than that. What he wants, what he expects of you is simple, for it's the same thing he expects of himself: to be better than the best. And in his mind, one of the ways to meet that goal is to take your life firmly in your own hands and live it on your terms. So what if you're in over your head, if the outcome is beyond your control? The only way you're gonna get through life is to live it, and that goes for play as much as work. His passion is reserved, coming out often in the focused intensity with which he approaches every aspect of life, seeking to gain as much knowledge as can be gleaned from each and every experience. His depth of cunning and keen intelligence will likely be lost on most, for he is direct and to the point in all things, preferring to face things head-on rather than obliquely.
Khazioth's drive to be better than his best is likely to cause you some difficulty during weyrlinghood. He will need your rock-solid steadiness, your reasoned discipline to help balance that intensity and keep him from taking on too much, too fast. He'll protest, but he'll defer to your judgment, your calm rationality a necessary counterpoint to his sometimes impulsive emotions. But to get a little, you've got to give a little, compromise being the name of the game in any partnership of equals. He'll never be one for hitting the books - what's worth learning is worth doing, and his impatience with 'abstract' lessons and lectures will lead to frequent humorous observations and sometimes off-colour commentary as he seeks to relieve his boredom, if not with you, then his clutchsibs, and if not them, the older dragons. In the practical lessons he will excel, his dedication and diligence at practicing each maneuver along with his natural physical prowess combining together in such a way that not only will he make those exercises look easy, he'll make them look /good/. You'll need to make sure his quest for perfection doesn't lead to missed sleep or missed meals, or opportunities to just kick back and relax (and you know what /those/ are, don't you, At're?).
For all his drive, Khazioth isn't truly ambitious. He sees himself not as a leader, but as a lieutenant. Leaders are the ones sitting on their arses behind big fancy desks signing off on paperwork, and that's no kind of life for the likes of you and him. Of course, this very lack of ambition and interest in leadership are exactly part of the traits that will /make/ him a good leader should the opportunity ever arise. Like Mohraith, he looks out for his own, seeks to make sure his wing and his Weyr runs smoothly even when it's not his responsibility to do so, keeping tabs on his fellows though he never snoops in their private affairs. But he'll know when something's up and if it begins to affect performance, he'll try to do something about it, whether it's a wingmate, your wingleader, or even your Weyrleader. Always respectful of the hierarchy, he does his best not to overstep his place in the rankings, but he's not shy about speaking up when he believes it's necessary and he'll demand that same forthrightness of you. If you ever do find yourselves in a position of leadership, you'll find that he keeps the personal and the professional strictly separate, and you already know that he is unrelenting in performing his duty. If someone needs an ass-whoopin' then by Faranth they'll /get/ an ass-whoopin' -- and after they've learned their lesson y'all can go out for drinks and try to get laid.
As with every other aspect of life, Khazioth's approach to the ladies is straightfoward and direct. He'll leave the intensity to Orisoth, the wide-eyed charm to Nilanth. Early on he'll develop a sense for mutual attraction and he'll respond to that, and he won't be discouraged if the lady in question likes to play hard to get. In fact, he'll rather enjoy the challenge of convincing her to give in to her desire. Rakish, confident, he likes a female who's as strong in her way as he is, and he'll be drawn to those with 'alpha' personalities, though he can appreciate the attractiveness of all the girls. But the sweet ones will bring out his protectiveness rather than his prurience. It may be Jheilinth's dark side, that most sets him on fire. Disinclined towards finding a mate, even if he should ever fly a gold he'll lack the dedicated devotion of those like Mecaith, but neither will he be dismissive of her. But he's a free spirit, the bad boy with a heart, and he will not be leashed. Any female he wins, be she gold or be she green, will be treated with respect and even tenderness, a willingness to cater to her whims for as long as he remembers the thrill of the flight but not ever will she supercede his duty. In the event of siring a clutch he will be more bemused than anything by the fuss over the eggs, solicitous of their dam but y'know really, they're just /eggs/. He'll be just as please to leave the whole thing behind unless his lady has special need of him. His interest won't truly be engaged until the hatchlings have cracked shell and then, oh /then/ he'll be the puff-chested proud papa.
Public Impression Message
He's navigated the battlefield and marked all the decoys but now, finally, the Bloodstained Assault Bronze Hatchling is in position, ready to execute his final flanking maneuver. With his target identified, he stalks deliberately forward across the final stretch of sand separating him from his objective. With bright eyes and his face tilted upward, he comes to a precise halt beside a tall, gray-eyed young man of proud bearing. Rearing up on his haunches, he lifts a forepaw to hook his talons into the hem of that white robe. Mine.
Private Impression Message
The heat is becoming more intense, adrenaline adding fire to the blood pulsing through your veins. A haze like thick smoke obscures your vision. The sounds all around you fade into a muted cacophony as time itself seems to slow. Only the thud of your heart remains loud in your ears, too loud, less like a drum beat and more like a series of dull explosions, the concussive blasts echoing back at you from encircling stone walls. Echoing? No. Echoes fade, they don't get louder. And that's when you realise /he/ is there, at your side. You've been on the front lines, a lone warrior in this battle called life. But no more. « /You/. » He has found you and in that single moment that lasts a lifetime your two valiant hearts become one. « You're with me now, At're. I'm Khazioth. » There. He knows you and now you know him. Nothing more be said. Except... « Man, I'm /starving/. Where's the grub at? »
Mindvoice
There's a grittiness to Khazioth's mental presence, from the roughened rumble of his mindvoice, to the mix of earthy and chemical scents that permeate his thoughts. Where Elaruth is a marsh at sunrise, Khazioth is a battle-scarred swamp at night. The muggy heat of his mind carries and amplifies the scent of damp dirt and the billow of black smoke. When he's passionate, that heat internalizes like the rush of adrenaline. When he's agitated, the smoke thickens, cloying and harsh as distant concussive explosions reverberate through his mind. Disappointment and impatience both can bring with them the insistent buzzing drone and whine of insects, and beware the stirring of his anger for something large and deadly lurks below the surface of those placid mental waters. In speech, Khazioth's choice of words are simple and straightforward at all times, though moreso when he's being serious. It's not that he hasn't got a vocabulary, but what's the point using big words when it's more efficient to use terms that everyone will understand the first time around?
Dragon Inspirations
Military/mercenary characters of various stripes, tying in with our informal clutch theme of "Things That Begin With M" but mostly inspired by the various traits you asked for in a dragon. We took a little bit of Sven Tveskoeg from the book Death's Head by David Gunn, a little bit of Ripcord from the film G.I.Joe, a little bit of Seeley Booth from the TV show Bones, and a little bit of Jayne Cobb from the TV show Firefly and companion film Serenity, and stuck 'em in a blender to create your very own, unique Khazioth.
Egg Inspiration: This egg was inspired by the "Eagle", the Lunar Module used by the Apollo 11 mission - the first to ever land upon the surface of the moon. More information about the Eagle, and the rest of the mission, can be seen here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo_11
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