Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze Cadejoth
| Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze Cadejoth | |
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| Impressee | K'del |
| Hatching Date: | 11th October, 2008 |
| Size: | 36.3 feet |
| Dam: | Sun in Winter Gold Rielsath of gold Teonath (HRW) x bronze Wyaeth (HRW) |
| Sire: | Blazing Masquerade Bronze Malsaeth of gold Aerianth (ISW) x bronze Nikoth (HRW) |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Egg Credit: | I'daur |
| Dragon Credit: | Leova |
| Puppeteer: | Leova |
| Clutch {{{clutch}}} | |
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Contents
Child's Whimsy Egg
A whimsical egg, big and mostly white, this egg has a certain flimsy look to it. Precariously placed, it appears as if it might crumple at any moment. Its pale surface is wrinkled-looking with shadows, darker folds, and crinkles like wadded up fabric. The most riveting feature of the shell, though, is a series of big black spots, inexpertly made, as if some child got a hold of the egg and colored it up in fanciful patterns. Irregularly shaped, sized, and placed, the playful spots cover the surface in capricious fashion, only one of them different: a big pink spot right on top.
Child's Whimsy Egg rattles its way open, a big chunk of black-and-white shell falling most of the way off, dangling by a thin strip of fragment-dotted membrane. In the resulting hole, an even bigger head with gigantic red eyes... no, with whirling red eyes surrounded by red-bronze sockets... starts to poke out, gets wedged partway through, and tries a slightly different angle. Much better! One shove later, the egg cracks further for the gaunt bronze dragonet, barely darker than bone, who rubs up against the abandoned shell and looks plenty pleased with the world already.
Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze
He's a gaunt hound of a dragon, a collection of bones animated by a hunter's cheerful, relentless spirit, his joints bulging beneath hide of a wan and green-washed bronze. So pale is he that his eyes stand out in stark relief, bright within deep sockets the burning red of embers, and his big paws seem eternally smirched with a darker, ashen mottling. No other markings does he have, however, not on the blunt head that balances, barely, on a short neck, nor the barrel chest that diminishes to frankly skinny haunches, not even his whippy, wriggly tail. If the thin sails of his sharp-sparred and very aerodynamic wings seem a little greener, it's only because ichor beats so very close and ready beneath the skin, their very vulnerability also their strength.
Temperament
Instant win. You were right, you know. He's head over heels for you, is your Cadejoth, and how could you be other than smitten with him? That kinetic sense of him can be dizzying sometimes, giving a sense of vertigo when his movements don't mesh with your own, at least until you learn how to balance which of you is which. But when Cadejoth's movements and yours do fit together, as when he leans into your oiling caress or later, when you're flying together, there's a corresponding sense of /rightness/ that can give you energy even in your darkest times.
Not that times are likely to seem dark with Cadejoth around, given his general cheerful, energetic zeal to /do/, but at times they can be tiring. /He's/ allowed to leave /you/ for a little while, knowing he can rattle your chain and you'll come near... but the other way around? Especially if he's supposed to sit still and be good? Imagine the waiting: the tail-flicking, the low, mournfully warbling howl that escalates until he gets your attention again. And if he really must be silent, how about a little gnawing on your wool sweater? Or rolling in the mud for you to wash off again? So many possibilities, but best of all is when you're done and he can gallivant back to you, together again.
For your ambition, for your desire to stand out and be successful, whatever of that survives the ultimate fulfillment of meeting your match in Cadejoth... he has his own zeal to learn and accomplish. Sometimes these two approaches may mesh, particularly when you want to /do/ things. Sometimes they'll clash. Sometimes Cadejoth will indulge you, sometimes he'll thwart you, sometimes he'll leave you to do what you think you need to do and run his own way.
You see, Cadejoth's most comfortable knowing his place in the pack, which isn't to say that that place is immutable, nor that it's chalked up to any one criterion. It's as though Cadejoth has his own hierarchical tally-sheets in his head, covering every category that comes to mind: from quickness in the air, to quickness at right turns, to who can blow a vtol into a vat of oil with a snort, or alternately, who can keep the vtol on his paw the longest before scaring it away. Nor does he have to be the best in any particular field, and he's not bothered by starting out low on the totem pole (that much more room to climb) but he is very, very interested in hunting out what he can learn from those who are better at it than he is.
Cadejoth wants to /do/. Waiting is particularly hard on him as a young dragon. Distracting him with something else to do (while he's waiting) is easier. Even when he's sitting relatively still, there's generally a twitch or a tic like an incessant tap of his tail, the sort of thing that might just drive his classmates batty (or even you... if you don't wind up just finding it endearing, because young love can be like that). Not that it's so hard to drive them up the wall, with so many prickly personalities around! It may be a relief to be matched to someone who may have a thing for challenges but also also likes getting along and getting things done, and can find something to enjoy learning from everyone (even if that something is what /not/ to do). Then again, it disconcerts Cadejoth when his clutchmates argue, especially when it's turned on him, and he may need your help to navigate that and get his balance back. His loyalty is to his pack, to be protected against all comers (sometimes even if they don't want it!), but there are also packs within the Pack to whom he is more devoted still. (And it needn't be said, but he'll reassure you anyway: you, most of all.)
As Cadejoth matures, he's likely to become a (somewhat) more patient version of his earlier self: still inclined to get along with others (even as he tests himself against them), still playful, and burning off (most) of those nervous-energy tics with all the room he has to roam. He becomes more aware of not just /how/ the other dragons of his Weyr interrelate, but of what that /means/, his sense of pack-identity deepening and becoming more complex. Extending his loyalty to a new wing may prove to be a challenge until it clicks into place, but with you, he's as boyishly smitten as ever. However. Though you may be allowed out on a longer leash, he's still inclined to be protective. When it comes to drinking, for instance, he wouldn't particularly like your being incapacitated, and would try to guard you when you are. If you start hanging out with people whom he sees as Bad For You (and his standards may not be the same as the rest of the world's), he'll be apt to interfere, or at the least get obstinate. On the other hand, Cadejoth will also be very house-proud of his (and your) Very Own Weyr: a place to go home to, together, when the day's hunt is done.
In general, your Cadejoth can find something in common with pretty much any dragon, something he wants to know more about or test himself against in that little informal competition he has. This also applies to flights. A particular dragon may catch his attention, her challenge bring out the wildness within him... but he might just fly just-because, her proddiness spurring his instinct, getting more into the chase the longer it lasts. And particularly if she's piqued his attention for her own sake? He isn't concerned about your thinking you have better things to do. Cadejoth also isn't afraid to challenge other males, to the point where he might get distracted from the glowing goal ahead. And if he does ever sire a clutch, he's apt to want to spend less time on the sands and more time happily hunting for his mate: wherries, candidates, the odd fine rock.
Public Impression Message
Kinetic Knucklebones Bronze closes what distance remains between himself and that boy as angular as he is, the one with those long lashes and soft toffee curls. Except. He does it without being seen to move: gone still for once in his admittedly short life, all but for the upwelling of lavender-blue in his dark red-ringed eyes.
Private Impression Message
One last look at the sands and surroundings. One last look at your old life. And then vertigo takes you, head over heels, equilibrium out of whack, and how can your heart even beat in your chest? It's so silent all of a sudden. Nobody's moving. The world's stopped. He's looking at you with those glowing eyes and finally there's a sense of motion, something, /someone/ twisting through your head and heart like the finest of silken chains, linking you all up with him and... everything rattles, so strong and delighted that it could break you apart and... that isn't working, is it? Distressed by your distress, the gaunt bronze gentles his touch until finally it's something you can comprehend: « Cadejoth. » /That's/ what you wanted to know, the first link in the chain. You were hungering for him before he ever broke shell, and now he's hunted you down, and... « Yes, K'del. » He'd grin if he could, now that you've finally caught up, but maybe you can do it for him. And when you can breathe again? It's together.
Mindvoice
Cadejoth's low tenor recalls the metallic rattle of chain, not only the sound but the sense of motion: sometimes a smooth paying out of the line, link by purposeful link, while other times it's clattering with excitement or clunky indecisiveness. With humor it can approach jingling, and when he's older and something strikes him just right, it can become the dryer rattle of bones. Rarest of all, just now, is the sense of links so fine and flexible as to become silken ribbon, stronger than iron and even more apt to try and tie you, or someone else, into knots. It's also easy for whatever he's physically doing to leak into his sending, which may prove a trial if you're getting up to something together or while practicing for *between*.
Itchyspots
If your dragon has rolled over with a groan so one of the local weyrkids can scratch his belly... is it still embarrassing if you can feel him enjoy it /just/ /that/ /much/? Not that Cadejoth will let just anyone touch him, and just any old rub won't do, but it doesn't take a long acquaintance to get a small army tending to his needs. Especially, yes, there behind his headknobs... better... and under his chin... all right, all done, time to run off again!
Quick Personality
Cheerful. Zealous. Devoted. Always in motion (or dead asleep).
Dragon Inspiration
From Scandinavia to Greece to Central America, myths of huge canids center around power and danger and control... and, sometimes, loyalty. God-sired wolves. Slavering hellhounds. Chains that break and bind. And the dog who sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, slavers over your bare feet, runs off howling at night when you'd rather stay home in bed, and at other times tags at your heels whether you like it or not. Though quite often? He runs faster than you. And in different directions.
Wikipedia sources include Fenrir, Cadejo, Xolotl, Argos, Cu Sith, Pesanta, and Knucklebones.
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Egg Inspiration: When I was about twelve or so, my family bought a cow suit, complete with udder, for Halloween. And every year since then, somebody in the family has ended up wearing it-usually me.
