Realm of Fire Blue Ginanguth
| Realm of Fire Blue Ginanguth | |
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| Impressee | A'ryk |
| Hatching Date: | 25 February, 2012 Day 25, Month 1, Turn 28 |
| Current Age: | 41 turns |
| Egg Name: | In Blood and Fire and Anguish Egg |
| Size: | 25.1 feet |
| Dam: | Spirited Brilliance Gold Isyath |
| Sire: | Riuscyth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:42 |
| Egg Credit: | Hattie |
| Dragon Credit: | T'mitl |
| Puppeteer: | T'mitl |
A volcanic explosion of turquoise-bright blue sprays out from this dragon's strong shoulders and down the length of his spine before flowing, lava-like, down the obsidian-shadowed valleys of his hide, with nearly-hidden pockets of brightness tucked away in the folds of hide surrounding the joints of his legs. Ash-laden smoke in electric blue plumes out into short, broad, strong wings, leaving him looking just slightly disproportionate when contrasted with the slender, flexible length of his strong tail. Large, alert eyes are wide-set above a short, stubby snout, with a surprisingly handsome effect.
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In Blood and Fire and Anguish Egg
Shrouded in a haze of grey, this large egg is a little more round than most of the others; a solid, heavy presence. Its surface is rough to the touch, like the edges of poorly-torn paper, yet there is no fragility to the gloomy shell. At its widest point, the darker, shadowy shape of a hold starts to coalesce and crumble at the same time, flaking away into a heap that settles at the egg's base, white, ghostly forms cast every which way in its wake.
In Blood and Fire and Anguish Egg is thinking about it. A tiny crack forms, then another, then -- nothing. A minute of nothing, and then an endless chain of tiny cracks form in short bursts, until suddenly the entire egg explodes like hammer hitting metal in a scalding hot forge, revealing a small, stocky and bright-hot blue.
Realm of Fire Blue Hatchling
The challenging pressure to grow-grow-grow is so built up inside this scrawny dragonet that, even freshly-oiled, he looks to be splitting at the seams -- a volcanic explosion of turquoise-bright blue sprays out from his shoulders and the length of his spine, flowing lava-like down the obsidian-shadowed valleys of his hide. Ash-laden smoke in electric blue plumes out into short, broad, strong wings, leaving him looking just slightly disproportionate when contrasted with the slender, flexible length of his tail. Large, alert eyes are wide-set above a short, stubby snout, with a surprisingly handsome effect.
Temperament
Your Ginanguth is a tough guy for a dragon, and like brother Adiulth he's trying to break the mold of color stereotypes everywhere he steps. When you think of a tough guy for a dragon, you might think of a brown, or maybe a bronze, the "muscles" of the crew -- but despite his small size, Ginanguth is a warrior born. Defending the Weyr and protecting you especially (though in many cases, you are his partner, and not his charge) is the pure focus of Ginanguth's life. He won't take trouble from anyone, not even for a second -- and he also won't take boredom. For when there are no defenses to man, Ginanguth will confess he also likes to party. Here's hoping you're willing to drink hearty and dance, A'ryk, because Ginanguth will want to enjoy every bit of that by proxy! It's hard to be a warrior all the time, after all, and while he never lets his guard down he certainly does want to take in all he can around its edges. He will see himself as Fort's blood and guard, and he will know /everything/ that is going on in every aspect of its walls.
Growing up is hard to do for Ginanguth, and he finds it quite the job. Getting bigger and stronger is 2/3rds of the task, and getting book-smarter only the last part. It's not as important to him if you're perfect at formations as it is that he's the best hunter in the class, regardless of his size disadvantage over many of his siblings. Weyrlinghood isn't really about learning how to be a Threadfighting dragon to him, though that is certainly part of his innate duty. That's in his blood, in his instincts, and he'll /get/ there. But being a weyrling is about learning to live in general -- learning to feel, learning to be, learning to do. He wants to experience things, and so moments very early on in his life will herald to you his future as a fun-loving dragon. Ginanguth won't so much laugh at the rules as he will merely pretend he doesn't know them; he will also quickly figure out that while Naimath will instantly chide him, he can probably get Chalmecath on a tangent of reconsidering just why the rules are the way they are, and that Laurienth is always up for a game. He isn't so much challenging the weyrlingmasters as he is getting to know the right parts of them to appeal to what it is he wants so he can stop having to work and go really learn.
Once you're tapped to a wing, that's where Ginanguth's instinct to defend will really get a chance to shine. While he never showed much of a shine for taking in information during weyrlinghood, that doesn't mean he wasn't hearing it, wasn't letting it all percolate in his brain. Your wing will become his true family, his brethren for whom he would do anything; and since he has to protect them, be right for them, his sloppy formations as a weyrling will turn to perfection as an adult. For he has to keep the Weyr safe, and has to be all he can for his wing. Ginanguth's loyalty -- to wingmates, to the Weyr, especially to you -- is unwaverable and unrelenting. No rumor could turn him away from those he trusts and loves as if he and they are a single unrelenting unit, one life-force as opposed to many. He doesn't hide his feelings from those he comes to trust, and projects them openly, considering his wing and chosen others to be close enough to know all of him. But no one knows so much of him as you, A'ryk, and everything Ginanguth knows, you will know. (So be prepared to know quite a bit of the Weyr's business, because he's got tabs on it! Non-judgmentally, of course. He won't dictate what they're doing, and he won't care, so long as it's safe, but he's got to know.)
To him, mating flights are simply another aspect of life that must be experienced to the fullest every time. They happen and they are there and fun and fulfilling and over. And yet at the same time, a mating flight is just another form of a hunt, and oh does Ginanguth /ever/ love to hunt. He loves blood, you see, and so he will relish the beginning of every flight he can possibly chase in, just for the excuse to taste the succulent life-juice at the tip of his tongue. Even though a blooding's nothing like a proper hunt, and he will always prefer to get his food from the wild rather than the pens if given the option. The rest of it he'll take or leave, so don't be surprised if he drops out of half the flights he starts to chase in -- he'd hate to look bad next to some bronze showoff who wins just by being /big/, after all. He doesn't bond long-term with females in most situations (there may be someone special in his life, the option's always open!) because a flight is just a chance to feel good and let loose and have fun without harm coming to anyone. Why limit his options? He pursues every green like he pursues his food, which may or may not win him any ladyfriends. At least he doesn't jump on their backs and break their necks.
All in all, Ginanguth is your warrior, your loyal soldier, your best friend, your companion hunter who will fill in all the holes a wild feline made in you so long ago. He's the strong silent type, never much to chitchat, speaking in body language and imagery and only really saying what he feels needs words. He's there for you thick and thin, and he's there for the rest of the Weyr, too -- whether they like it or not.
Public Impression Message
Realm of Fire Blue Hatchling has never carried with him the true doubt of his siblings, and this whole hatching experience has been more a challenge to meet: be clutched, break shell, find lifemate. But he's always known his wyrd, and now the wait for it is over. Moving triumphantly toward a taller man with dark hair and swampy eyes, he sits right down before his Avaryk and paws, gently but firm, at the hunter-storeskeeper's foot. The search is over.
Private Impression Message
The sands were hot before, but that memory pales in comparison to this -- oppressive heat, so strong you might find you can't catch a breath. Molten lava tickles at your feet, sparks bursting off in the distance before and behind you as metal meets metal. It's hot. It's stuffy. It's bright to the point where nothing can be seen, and yet at the same time, there's no danger here; only love, strong and silent and /there/. Enveloped in the fire, you needn't be afraid, as when it dissipates all that is left is you and Ginanguth. Does he need to tell you his name? Haven't you always known it? « A'ryk. » Firm and confident, there is no doubt in what he knows and what he wants. « Now we hunt. »
Mindvoice
Hot. Dry. So hot, it seems, that the moisture's been boiled right out of the air, and yet somehow there's enough oxygen for the constant presence of burning. That is the inside of Ginanguth's mindscape, and only you and he can safely breathe. He uses his flames when he speaks, creating shapes and light-shows and all forms of art and expression. They dance with his words and with his suggestions, and hot, bright lava erupts from nowhere with every bright idea and bold move. The sounds of hammers on metal in a busy forge often accompany verbal statements (for compared to other dragons he rarely uses words, but when he does, they are /important/). He is the heat and light of a burning world, he is the shine and sound of hammer on metal. If it burns, it fits.
Dragon Inspirations
Ginanguth is what you would get if you took the fire jotnar of Norse mythos and made one of them blue. A lot of him is inspired by the myths of Muspelheim, the Norse realm of fire (and, in fact, the inside of his mindvoice is sure like being there), though his appearance is much more drawn from that of the legendary salamander, nature elemental of fire.
Egg Inspiration: The play 'An Inspector Calls' by J.B Priestley, in which the Birling family are each forced by an intimidating inspector to admit to being responsible for a young woman's death... only to discover that the inspector doesn't exist.
Name Meaning
'Ginanguth' (with a pair of hard Gs) is derived from just about every piece of what you asked for in a dragon name, wrapped up with a bow on top. Starts with 'G' and ends with 'uth,' three syllables! As for where it came from? It's a bit of playing with the letters in 'Ginnungagap,' the primordial space that existed before the Nine Realms of Norse mythos. Obviously 'Ginnungagath' was too much like a sneeze, too long and didn't end in -uth, so it's been shuffled around a little bit to meet both that request and to not make it so obviously 'worduth' as requested. Like the jotnar before him, his name is made up of strong, harsh sounds with no room for frills.
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