Flame of Truth Brown Orisoth
| Flame of Truth Brown Orisoth | |
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| Impressee | Jiella |
| Hatching Date: | 25 October, 2009 Day 14, Month 1, Turn 21 |
| Current Age: | 48 turns |
| Egg Name: | Flirting With Darkness Egg |
| Size: | 34.8 feet |
| Dam: | Morning Over Mists Gold Elaruth |
| Sire: | Scrappy Wandering Wheaton Bronze Mikhuth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:34 |
| Egg Credit: | Fiorella |
| Dragon Credit: | T'rev |
| Puppeteer: | T'rev |
Mellow, burnished leather, like the finely-worked cover of a rare book, sweeps smoothly across this solidly-built dragon's body. The lines of his musculature flow together fluidly, though over an angular, blocky frame that speaks of power and strength rather than sinuous agility. Rounded headknobs gleam with honeyed undertones beneath a wash of dark sienna that curls down along his neck and over shoulders, flecked here and there with minute signs of wear, limned in persimmon. Expressive eyes sit high in his head, overarched by deep brow-ridges, conveying a sense of intense scrutiny even when his gaze is only casual. Long, strong limbs provide him with a sturdy, immovable stance when he is still and sure strides when he's in motion. Wide wings, brushed along the edges with inkiness, fade out into the pallor of an ancient scroll, edges curling slightly as if with age. Across his chest and belly, the regularity of a darker stippling effect creates an impression of abstract characters dancing across a page. Repeated at the join of shoulders these markings sidle along his sides and down to the very tip of his long tail.
Contents
Flirting With Darkness Egg
Black, blacker, blackest The dark nothingness of Between envelopes this egg. Smooth, even, and unbroken is the shade of ebony but for a ring of color a third of the way from the top. Looking down on it, the top is that deep black, a halo of orange, pale near the top, growing brighter as it wraps down. The color variegated from its center like the petals of a poppy, flirting with the otherwise dark surface swirled like a girl's skirt. This band ends abruptly however in a deep red-orange line that feathers off into utter darkness.
The smooth, blackness and enticing flame-hued halo of the Flirting with Darkness egg shivers, sending sandgrains skittering away from its sides, like a volcano about to erupt. All goes still again for a moment but there's a faint, tap-tap-tapping sound and suddenly, the weakness is found and the shell splits with a might /crack/ to release its mellow-hued brown occupant.
Flame of Truth Brown Hatchling
Mellow, burnished leather, like the finely-worked cover of a rare book, sweeps smoothly across this solidly-built dragonet's body. The lines of his musculature flow together fluidly, though over an angular, blocky frame that speaks of power and strength rather than sinuous agility. Rounded headknobs gleam with honeyed undertones beneath a wash of dark sienna that curls down along his neck and over shoulders, flecked here and there with minute signs of wear, limned in persimmon. Expressive eyes sit high in his head, overarched by deep brow-ridges, conveying a sense of intense scrutiny even when his gaze is only casual. A little gangling in youth, long limbs adopt a sturdy, immovable stance when he is still, but go all 'elbows and knees' when he's in motion. Wide wings, brushed along the edges with inkiness, fade out into the pallor of an ancient scroll, edges curling slightly as if with age. Across his chest and belly, the regularity of a darker stippling effect creates an impression of abstract characters dancing across a page. Repeated at the join of shoulders these markings sidle along his sides and down to the very tip of his long tail.
Temperament
Inquisitive. Intelligent. Intellectual. Grounded. Your Orisoth is on a quest for truth and understanding in this world and is delighted share all of his discoveries with you. Clever as he is, Orisoth is a master of the pithy quip, especially as he figures out more and more of the world with you. His sly observations tend to be witty, playful or dry, but rarely, if ever, malicious. Driven to discover the truth behind how things work, including you, Orisoth is a seeker, questing after illumination of both mind and soul.
From the very start, one of the things that might drive you nuts about Orisoth is that he loves mornings, loves to greet the sunrise with a low, throaty hum not unlike the humming of adult dragons welcoming hatchlings into the world. Say good-bye to lazy lounging around in bed: Orisoth will have none of it. As a young dragon, Orisoth is steady in that he's prudent about his curiosities, but is very driven by his need to know and find out. In fact, you might relate to the clever ways he has of getting to do both what he wants and what the weyrlingmasters want without anyone being the wiser: « If we wait until Imoth's is busy, Jiella, we could sneak over to take a look at the lake /really/ quickly and be back before she notices and we'll still get to finish this exercise, /and/ then I'll understand how lake water /moves/. » Orisoth has a deep desire to know things, to see and experience the world fully, put it all together to solve the mysteries of life. During his younger months, his five senses will engage him, trying to sort through the sensory stimuli that daily life brings. This may translate positively to a keener enjoyment of simple things like contrasts in textures, the sound of music or water running, the feeling of you spreading cooler or warmer oil across his hide. At times it all gets to be too much though and sensory overload could overwhelm you both, calling for a retreat for a little while. Touching base with Elaruth during these crises might lend some illumination: she shares this sensitivity though Orisoth's is nowhere near as acute and once recovered, he is all the more determined to understand why he gets overwhelmed, so he can figure out ways to prevent it from happening again.
As he matures, Orisoth will learn to put together all the clues he's gathered about nature, humans and dragons and how these things make the world tick. This understanding lends him a steadfast and calm demeanor for wing duties as he serenely coasts through known formations. When things change he may sometimes need a day or two to process those changes, but he's always eager to achieve that understanding and share it with you. Orisoth is rarely bored by things that might seem mundane to you: That sweeps shift you got assigned to? Booooring! But not to Orisoth: « Jiella, we haven't gone /that/ way yet, let's go see what's over the next slope! There might be sheep! » He'll tempt you with ideas of what you might do, in this place or that, turn the ordinary - if only briefly - into the extraordinary which could lead to looking at things in a whole new light for you. In the air he's a powerhouse flyer - if there was still Thread he has the endurance to last a whole Fall. That power comes at the cost of some agility and he'll never really be competition Nilanth or Liath. He also has drive and ambition, though not the cold and calculating kind. His aspirations to leadership all involve how /interesting/ it would be to lead a wing, how fascinating to figure out how all of its members fly together so that the two of you can make them the best wing ever. To that end, you may find him asking a lot of questions about it: of you, of other dragon and asking you to touch base with other riders for him.
While definitely a sensualist who enjoys the input of all five sense, he's not a flirt. He likes to talk to other dragons, boys and girls, but he likes discussions and 'hanging out' better than macking on the ladies. If there's a few who capture his affections, he's assiduous about courtship and can focus on one or just a few at a time, finding an interesting compliment for each. When it comes time to actually chase, you might be bowled over at the passion that suddenly flares forth when he decides to take off after that first green or gold. His candle's flame burns with clarity of purpose and absolute devotion for the duration of the flight. If he should catch, expect volcanoes going off and sparks flying as you're hauled along for the ride: a truly mind-blowing experience, regardless of what happens after you come back to yourself. His quest of course, is not only catching but learning all about his lady, getting to know her better, understanding how she flies, how she thinks. You may find him more than willing to linger for a very long time afterward, snuggling and talking with his partner if that suits you and her rider. Should he happen to sire a clutch, it will be much the same: keen inquisitiveness about the clutch dam, the eggs, the possible hatchlings. Not too unlike his sire, he's interested in his 'family' and could drive you to distraction with his questions and suppositions about his future spawn. Once they're hatched, he'll keep track of them too, meticulously keeping 'records' about them that he'll want you to write down: a family tree.
Orisoth is all about getting to the heart of matters, the truth behind masks, if only for the pure intellectual enjoyment, but also to help with getting you both ahead in life. Where his own memory fails him, he'll ask you to remember important things for him so that you can work on them together later and figure out just where it is you're going to go, what it is you're going to do next. He might not be at all what you expected from impression, but he sees you for who you truly are, and he loves you for it, unconditionally, unlike the father who seeks only to use you and the disinterested mother who is more focused on status than the well-being of her children. Orisoth is completely in your court, whatever the two of you decide that court is.
Public Impression Message
He's looked at every remaining egg, every bit of fallen shell in his path, bumped noses with a few of his clutchsibs and said hello and paraded along the circle of candidates with keen interest for each one. Now though, the Flame of Truth Brown Hatchling zeroes in on a tall blonde with brown eyes and marches up to her with his eyes focused intently on hers. He's found the One.
Private Impression Message
Its getting hotter out here. You can feel it, the heat increasing, pressing against your skin, pushing to find any weakness, any place where it can take hold and burn you away to nothing. Is /this/ why you came here? No. No it isn't and the flame of truth burns this layer of pretense away and the next after that, and the next after that, until every page of every story you've ever written about yourself, every role you've played is utterly gone, until it's just you. Everything you are is stripped naked, bare as the day you were born, not exposed, but cherished by -- « Orisoth. Jiella. I see you. Know /you/. » He's sorted through all the clues, gotten rid of the red herrings and found /you/, the essence of who you are, and he is so very pleased, so very happy, so full of love for you in this moment when your minds are suddenly and intricately entwined. His faith in you is unshakable: « You can be so much /more/ than all of those pretend things. Let's go find out what we get to do next /together/, Jiella. » And the powerful surge of insatiable hunger, not just for food but for knowledge and understanding overwhelms you.
Mindvoice
Sonorous, deep, rich and full, Orisoth's voice is a sensual experience of its own. A mellowed brogue rolls his r's and slushes together some of his vowels, without making him incomprehensible. Otherwise, his mind often echoes with the quiet sounds, smooth textures and bookish smells of a well-kept records room. The light is soft, easy on the eyes while geared towards illuminating his thoughts clearly. The scratch of reed quills on hide or paper, the swish of a brush laden with ink, the scents of old books all commingle to form both background 'noise' or inform the tone of his sendings. When he shares images, they usually have the clear crispness of an illuminated manuscript about them, though they may shade paler or brighter according to his moods. His mind often works like a records room, with special memories stored carefully on particular shelves, while others lie out on the reading tables, ready to be shared with many.
Dragon Inspirations
Your Orisoth was inspired by the idea of illumination and the quest for truth as balancing traits for Jiella, someone who would see to the core of her being, understand her instantly and provide her with a reliable foundation per some of the characteristics you requested. The quest for truth concept led to the monk-investigator character of William of Baskerville, from Umberto Eco's "The Name of the Rose" and inadvertently tied into the informal theme of the clutch which is "Starts with M" to go with the egg theme of "Starts with E" for our clutch-sire and clutch-dam. While not a direct riff on Baskerville, Orisoth shares his keen intellect, steady pursuit of the truth in spite of insurmountable odds and his clever, sometimes sly sense of humor as portrayed in the film starring Sean Connery. Inherited from his sire is the slight brogue that inflects his mindvoice, also called to mind by Connery. His physical description is based off of finely bound manuscripts and illumination from the medieval period. Due to the loose inspiration from monks, Orisoth was named from the Old French word for prayer - orison. In many ways, he might be the answer to some of Jiella's 'prayers' allowing her to move out of her old ways of being and make new choices for herself about her life.
Egg Inspiration: Eclipses.
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