Witchlight Velvet Blue Avorath
| Witchlight Velvet Blue Avorath | |
|---|---|
| Impressee | Laylia |
| Hatching Date: | 15 March, 2008 |
| Size: | 27 feet |
| Dam: | Dewdrops in the Desert Gold Teonath |
| Sire: | Wayward Desperado Bronze Wyaeth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:22 |
| Egg Credit: | I'daur |
| Dragon Credit: | N'thei, edits by Satiet and Persie |
| Puppeteer: | N'thei |
Contents
Beyond Belief Egg
Just a handful of shades off of true white, this egg is a little larger than most, though size isn't its most striking feature. Instead, that honor goes to the pattern of jagged blackish stripes that slash their way across the smooth shell's surface, a striking contrast to the pale cream underlaying them. Branching off from a line down the egg's apex, the streaks are thinner at both ends of the egg, while around its fat middle, they broaden. In some cases they even veer out, outlining diamonds before petering entirely and leaving the egg's belly unmarked.
The single black talon that cracked through the Beyond Belief Egg manages to get a better cut on the shell. It gashes downward and gives the dragonet inside just enough room to breathe, to taste freedom! All at once, the egg breaks out from the bottom- the whole base of it simply gives away- and a gaunt-looking blue hatchling rolls out amid the remnants. He tumbles head-over-heels, does a remarkably agile little somersault on the sands, and winds up teetering on his feet with a rough-edged trumpet to announce his arrival!
Witchlight Velvet Blue
Dark cobalt folds into uneven pleats across this blue dragonet's hide, azure shadowed into midnight, barely lightened by will-o'-the-wisp streaks of powder-blue that trail back from his headknobs toward his shoulders. It would be hard to call this piecemeal patterning handsome, but there's a velvety look to his overall shade, a regal mantle to his carriage even with the awkwardness of youth. His shape is jagged and bony, the kind of skinniness that will probably stay with him even as an adult- claw-like paws with jet-black talons, bones protruding unprettily at hip and shoulder, boxy muzle with oversized nostrils. The witchlight indigo that shadows along his underbelly also eclipses the spread of his wingsails with spell-binding darkness, a sleek cloak thrown across a gaunt form.
Temperament
Strong-willed and boisterous with a curious penchant for little children, Avorath is a strange blend of recklessness and honesty. He can be bluntly forthright, even sarcastic and cruel with his humor when he's feeling particularly nasty, but it's all underpinned by a careless charm that makes him hard to hate. He practically worships you, is always there to be a shoulder to cry on or a defender of your honor. All this is wrapped up in a package that contains scorn for rules, finesse with the ladies, and a fly-in-the-face-of-danger outlook on life. Avorath could just be the missing cog to help fit you into the groove of life at a Weyr, the perfect combination of a foil and a friend all rolled into one.
How will you ever keep up with Avorath?
From the moment he's shelled, there's no denying this blue is larger-than-life. He loves to live and lives to love, full of boundless energy that leads him from one fiasco to another. As a weyrling, your number one chore may wind up being as simple as apologizing for his bluntness or cleaning up after his whirlwind approach to life. That's not to say that Avorath is a trouble-maker by nature, just that trouble has a tendency to find him, and it's never going to be as apparent as it is during the restrictive months of weyrlinghood.
The first little problem you might find is that Avorath doesn't pull his punches. When the little greens are looking fat, he tells them so. When the other weyrlings are lagging behind and making him look bad, he gives them an earful for it. Expect to hear things like < This would be a lot easier if the weyrlingmaster wasn't a complete cripple. » more than once.
Avorath balks at rules and restrictions. He'll yield when push comes to shove, he'll follow orders when they're cut-and-dried, but he doesn't have to like them; « Aw shells! What's the point in more ground-drills? Get me out there! Get me up there! Let's fight for real! » He wants to fight, wants to prove himself, wants to get free of these confounded barracks and experience life in all its fast-and-furious glory. Are you ready for the ride?
Whatever disdain he may show for others, however abrupt and blunt he may be with them, Avorath is always there for /you/. During those first weeks and months, trying to adjust to life as a weyrling, he's absolutely there for you first and foremost- your hero, your champion. He holds you in the highest regard, Laylia, never doubts you for a moment. "Worshipful" may come to mind at times; you can do no wrong where he's concerned, and it would take a brave soul to try to convince him that you've ever faltered a step in your life.
Once he's finally free to be an adult, Avorath's nature refines itself, and you have the fun of discovering his little oddities. He /loves/ babies, humans and dragons alike, even calves and wherry-chicks. There's just something about children and babies that he adores, though he's not exactly gentle with the little ones. Woe to the toddler who's attracted to his happy crooning, for the babe's apt to get an unintentionally rough nudge from his boxy muzzle- not on purpose, he just doesn't really recognize his own strength when it comes to young ones.
It's all part of his rough-and-tumble approach to life. Avorath scrapes through life by the skin of his teeth, saves himself from making a long string of enemies simply by his earnestness. He /means/ well, and he's quick to apologize for his short-comings. « Sorry there, Bremuth. Didn't mean to singe your tail just-- whooeee! That was close, wasn't it?! »
The many many many many /many/ loves of Avorath. You may feel at times like this blue does nothing but chase females! They say there's a flight every-other-day at a Weyr, and you'll be lucky if you're not involved in over half of them. He has no particular prowess in chasing the greens, no method to the flurry of his madness, but he throws himself head-over-heels into the mating fray every time a green goes up in his vicinity. And he talks them up! Poetry spills from him like wine from an upturned bottle, sweet-nothings; « Like summer moonlight, Secath, you brighten the cold midnight of my soul. » It's a little gag-worthy, but it makes him happy.
Finesse will never be Avorath's forte. He's not a polished fighter, but he is a furious one. He doesn't use maneuvers, not in the sense of a practiced series of movements that he executes with learned grace. No, his method is just as furious as you might expect from a dragon like this one. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for in a sacrifice-the-body mentality; short of a crippling wound, he simply glances at his injuries, assesses them as troublesome but not overwhelming, and goes right back into the thick of things.
Public Impression Message
Exuberant, reckless, the Witchlight Velvet Blue gives voice to his triumph when he makes his selection. A brassy bugle sounds when he locks eyes with his chosen weyrling, when he spreads his wings wide as if to show off for the red-haired, blue-eyed woman he's picked to be his rider. He rushes to her, his boxy head jutting eagerly toward her.
Private Impression Message
Sudden enchantment. A love spell that never breaks. Out of the midnight blue of his hide, like the first touch of sunlight after a long winter, you feel the pure warmth of his soul brightening the darkest corners of your mind, cheering the coldest reaches of your heart. « Laylia, my morning star. I have long dwelt in the shadows, and you are my light! I am Avorath, and we will never be parted. » Even with the echoes of his clarion trumpet ringing in your ears, you can feel Avorath's love in his voice, the pure adoration this blue dragonet will always have for you and you alone.
Mindvoice
So much range for a single voice! Avorath can cut a person to the quick at his iciest and just as quickly mollify them with his most velvet apologies. He ranges from slangy terms to silken poetry, from cold bluntness to warm adoration without missing a beat. And he's quite the talker, loves to run his mental-mouth to anyone willing to listen. What's more, he's a /vocal/ dragon, with a thousand different trumpets, bugles, snorts, croons, warbles, snuffles, whiffs, chuffs- you name it, he'll sound it out. Noisy without being loud.
Itchyspots
Every flash of brightness is going to itch the shells out of Avorath. All those almost-pretty bursts of pale color? Yeah, those are the very places he'll get flaky skin, patches of skin you'll get really used to as you oil them countless times straight through to adulthood. He likes to have the dark glimmers of his belly rubbed, less scratched than just soothed, but it's really the streaks that are going to make him squirm with irritation. As an added bonus, his forepaws are prone to cracking if they're not thoroughly softened, requiring special attention right around the black arcs of his talons.
Dragon Inspirations
Willow: Blackroot? I'm the father of two children, and you never, ever give a baby blackroot. Madmartigan: Well my mother raised us on it. It's good for you! It put's hair on your chest, right Sticks? Willow: Her name is not Sticks! She's Elora Danon, the future empress of Tir Asleen and the last thing she's gonna want is a hairy chest!
-- From Willow
You said you wanted a dragon with a mothering nature; while Madmartigan may not /quite/ fit the bill, he certainly has a unique brand of nurture! After being locked up in a cage and left to rot, escaping with the help of the dwarf-like Nelwyns, and agreeing to care for an infant that can save the kingdom, Madmartigan proves himself true to his word: He is in fact the greatest swordsman that ever lived. A lover, a fighter, an unlikely hero in every way, he proves his loyalty and courage countless times before the evil sorceress is defeated and he gets to settle down and marry the princess. The description is based on the evil sorceress Bavmorda.
Egg Inspiration: White tigers have become famous for both their beauty and their long-running role in the show of Las Vegas magicians Siegfried and Roy. While the act closed in 2003, the trained tigers formed an integral part of it for more than thirty years, performing in a number of tricks and illusions to wow audiences.
