Summer Lightning Brown Kienth
| Summer Lightning Brown Kienth | |
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| Impressee | Aislinn |
| Hatching Date: | 29 January, 2005 |
| Size: | 34.9 feet |
| Dam: | Lhiannonth |
| Sire: | Willful Waterfall Bronze Volath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:6 |
| Egg Credit: | Linnea |
| Dragon Credit: | M'rek |
Contents
Rolling Thunder Egg
This delicate cradle has a serenely beautiful scene upon it. With a backwash of a faint grey, there are darker swirls outlined with a very light blue embracing the little treasure. From the dark base of the egg, there is a black smudge, reaching out to the top, disappearing into the greys and leaving little spots of blue, like rain. From afar, it may look like an impending storm on an unlucky, dark field. But the closer you get, the more details you can pick out in the wild painting.
Rolling Thunder Egg gives a last shudder before shattering and revealing a brown.
Summer Lightning Brown
Hide winged with wind and a din of red-umber hues of the day's last hours flames vitreous bright over wide set shoulders and an egg-moist back that is divided by tempest tossed sea of sardonyx ridges. The ever eddying flow of light's final touch gleams in fire opal touches along this bronze's flanks until it fades into a western sky rose that flows over a belly in a backdrop that is encrusted with gems of star-like radiance giving the appearance of iron scales and hard jewels save for one noticeable place over the hollow of the great beast's left breast. Scarlet electricity forms the formidable coils of his dire looking tail while his wings are forged of sun-steeped embers. Perhaps too short of muzzle to be classically handsome, there is, nevertheless, definite pride in the bearing of his magnificent, brown head. Self-assured and strong of step, whenever he moves the sudden arc of summer heat lightening seems to glow around him.
Temperament
"My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!"- Smaug's description of himself from The Hobbit
The dragon is quite the dire menace from the day he's hatched forth. He's a good-sized creature, even for his kind and this makes him ungainly until his muscle control is able to catch up with his bulk. And yet, it's not as much the development of his physical strengththat makes him such a challenging creature to many, it's his strong willed personality that many might find challenging. He's born with a vigorous mind, something that is both blessing and curse. As a weyrling he'll be quick to challenge new information until he's able to prove much of it to himself, or have the verity of it reinforced with him by one of the other dragons. It's not that he means to be doubtful; it's just that he challenges the world to prove itself.
He'll challenge you as well as he grows with you. He'll expect great things from you, and may frequently push you to excel for the both of you. Yet, at the same time he likes to treat you like some rare treasure, hoarding you to himself, absorbing your time with his conversation and companionship and only wanting to let in those others that he thinks are rare treasures as well. He'll amass quite the hoard of true friends over the passage of time, and once he's forged a bond with another dragon, it will be very difficult to break indeed. Time will show that your lifemate is fond of riddles, of well crafted boasts, he likes to feast upon runner when he can get it, and when he sleeps he likes to curl in upon his left side. Often he will feign sleep while other's visit your weyr, and from time to time you may catch him keeping one set of double eyelids slitted open to watch whatever is going on in your life.
There's a prideful streak to this creature that calls you his own as well. It rears it's head up especially during flights when he's very likely to pose and preen, to tout the many ways he's magnificent to the glowing female while he watches each move she makes with meticulous calculation. If he wins then he's reinforced in his high opinion of himself, and yet when he loses he's always sure that it was some factor well beyond his control, be it a sudden draft of wind or the sun in his eyes. For this reason he doesn't cling long to failures and is able to put them quickly behind him.
He dreams of thread at night, this lifemate of yours. He snorts in his sleep and his wings twitch as in the nightscape of his mind he chases down the silvery tendrils and breathes scorching green-gold flames to keep you and everything else he prizes safe. You're left with no doubts that he'd be a fine champion in threadfall, this brown of yours, for he has a strong control over his fiery breath and gives such attention to his tactics in the air, that, as most dragons, he'd be a natural.
Public Impression Message
Summer Lightning Brown suddenly feels the need to sneeze, probably induced by the sand on its face. It is an impressive sneeze, likely sending a light spray of sand on the white clad humans nearby. Opening his eyes, the brown sees a red headed human and sneezes again, stumbling forward by the violence of the action. This brings him closer to the group of white clad humans, but that doesn't matter. First, his face is free of sand and egg fragments, and second, there stands the slim and slender girl and that's all that matters to him.
Private Impression Message
A sweetly thunderous baritone rumbles through you, trembling your mind with almost physical force. It is not an ungentle storm that sweeps over you, however, and the rain of affection that follows that first lightning strike is refreshingly sweet. « Aislinn. » There is recognition in it - the sudden knowing of one soul to another, and the spirit who speaks is equally known to you as well - so much so that you know, even before he says so, who and why he is. « It is I, your Kienth. Aren't -you- hungry, Ais? » And perhaps you are, upon that - or perhaps it is Kienth who is bottomless with hunger, not just for food but for the life you face together.
Mindvoice
A smooth baritone that only drops to a lower rumble when he's being either very prideful or very playful with you. Not unlike thunder heard to echo in an underground hall.
Dragon Inspirations
The Dragon Smaug in The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien: The name Kienth comes from the name "Tolkien".
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