Till the End of the Line Brown Kahvaroeth
| Till the End of the Line Brown Kahvaroeth | |
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| Impressee | Br'and |
| Hatching Date: | 27 February, 2016 Day 18, Month 2, Turn 40 |
| Current Age: | 29 turns |
| Size: | 33.34 feet |
| Dam: | Tenacity In A Tiny Gold Taeliyth |
| Sire: | Leczuth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:137 |
| Egg Credit: | Ka'ge |
| Dragon Credit: | A'sran, edits by Suireh |
| Puppeteer: | A'sran |
Rich chocolate hide stretches over the small bones of this runt-sized brown, though potential awaits in the wideness of his russet-tinged wings and the ungainliness of his large-footed amble. With his warm coloring and sleek, satiny hide, he carries himself with a certain self-assurance despite those youthful disadvantages. His large and bright eyes, overset by sooty eyeridges, are a focal point of his finely crafted head, and are at odds with the perpetual, resting smirk of his mouth. Dark smatterings of copper and carmine scatter across his flanks, deepening into a large deposit of rusted shadows that stretches upward from his gleaming slate claws into the hollows of his wings.
Contents
Fire-Sculpted Egg
An egg of middling size, that is all it would claim of any mediocre element. It's shaped in seemingly perfect proportions, a wide-set base sloping gently to its softly narrowed apex. Brilliance rings it from top to bottom with thin strands of oranges, golds, yellows and reds. The horizontal pattern is wispy and unevenly intermingled together, yet artfully balanced in the hues like shifting sands or layers of ancient stone. Darks and lights, lights and darks, all have a warm fiery glow as if melted deeply into the shell itself. There's a glossy sheen which polishes it in its entirety, making the colors appear inset and not themselves on the surface: so smooth, so pure, it might as well be as delicate and eloquent as glass itself.
The cracks on surface of the fragile-looking, Fire-Sculpted Egg grow and the shell simultaneously pulses, but then with a singular, heroic shove of darkened limbs, the dragonet within sets itself free and stands proudly in the remnants. He lifts his head resolutely, surveying his surroundings, not the least bit set aback by the sand and bits of shell stuck to his brown hide.
Till the End of the Line Brown
Rich chocolate hide stretches over the small bones of this runt-sized brown, though potential awaits in the wideness of his russet-tinged wings and the ungainliness of his large-footed amble. With his warm coloring and sleek, satiny hide, he carries himself with a certain self-assurance despite those youthful disadvantages. His large and bright eyes, overset by sooty eyeridges, are a focal point of his finely crafted head, and are at odds with the perpetual, resting smirk of his mouth. Dark smatterings of copper and carmine scatter across his flanks, deepening into a large deposit of rusted shadows that stretches upward from his gleaming slate claws into the hollows of his wings.
Temperament
Your Kahvaroeth is a creature with a staunch sense of duty. It is his duty to you, to his peers, to his queens, to the Weyr, and even Pern in general, that keeps him so centered. He isn't prone -- often -- to frantic bouts of emotion and frivolity, but amongst flighty greens and territorial bronzes, he's steady and reliable. It's a quality that can both endear him to many and make him enviable to others, and though he much rather prefers the former, he's not habitually moved by strains of discord.
Fort is his home, and yours! Together, the both of you can conquer any challenge, and help the Weyr in any endeavor that it might need; which could be as simple as following protocol and being upstanding wingriders, or as complicated as assisting in the tithe collecting efforts. He sees no task as too little or inconsequential, not when the Weyr's future and reputation are on the line. With you at his side, your partnership can accomplish great things in the name of Fort and your (future) wing.
In the beginning, when he's still learning how things work and his role in the machine that is the Weyr, some of his more egregious tendencies will show themselves. He will test the boundaries and flaunt the unconventional, which may give the Weyrlingmaster and her dragon a bit of a headache. Rest assured, as he ages, too will he grow into his boots and focus more on honing his contributing skills than showing off for his clutchmates.
At times an impractical daredevil, as a weyrling, Kahvaroeth might need to take a trip to the infirmary, or two. He will test those boundaries, and stretch them, for as long as he is able. Those that result in victory will need to be gloated about, of course. « Look, Riyoth! Did you see what I did? You try! » And the ones that result in failure will only further his desire to train and succeed in the future.
A large part of his weyrlinghood will also be spent dealing with his growing pains. Being such a small dragon upon hatching, and ending up a middling-to-large brown, his growth will be rapid and at times painful for you both. He projects his feelings, and he isn't happy with the near-constant itchiness. It'll be enough to make you both exhausted by the end of each day, between training and oilings. Luckily, it's a phase that he'll grow out of, as with other things.
Fully-grown Kahvaroeth is less interested in show off and trying daring feats, and more on his position, and yours, in the Weyr and his sense of duty. It might very well be a load off your mind to not have to worry about what shenanigans he'll be up to, the older he gets. Your roles may also flip-flop as well, as he takes over the lead and moving force in your relationship. He has such a clear-cut sense of self, and your purpose, that he'll often attempt to give you advice and lead you in the right direction; your compass, always pointing in the direction he (you?) may want to head towards. Sometimes, it may seem unclear just what his driving goal is and in those moments, he is not quite an open book to you except expecting your implicit trust. Whether you question his motives and what erupts from there, whatever happens, when everything falls into place, perhaps you will have given in a little and he will have given in in only the best of compromises.
Outside of drills and duty, where he's prone towards trying to help others: « Zvaezdiyth, fall in line! You're weaving too far to the right! Are you even paying attention? » and then « Yuanth! Fantastic job! », he's a nice guy with an easier way about him. Kahvaroeth is quite the social creature. He is the amicable sort, and enjoys small talk with others or even acquiescing to deeper conversation. Especially when it comes to his wingmates, he wants to know what there's to know: what the wingleader's report says, who got injured during drills, or what's happening in their sweep area. It's not nosiness per say, but a genuine care about his wing family and its concerns.
Flights see a completely different side of Kahvaroeth. In fact, with flights in general, he seems to have a sixth sense for sussing them out all over Pern. Greens? Golds? It's like their glowing forms are a homing beacon for some base, usually obscured, desires. In flights, cockiness replaces his nice guy demeanor, while flirtations overcome all attempts at polite conversation. He seeks out the jewel to be possessed and lets her know he plans to stake his claim, whether she be gold or green; golds hold slightly more significance than greens, so any dalliances he has there will be taken with a slight increase in couth. Otherwise, it's all sweet talk, all day, baby! He's not much a cheater, but he will show himself to be a clever chaser, using his brains instead of his strength or speed to outsmart his competitors.
Should he catch a queen, and it result in a clutch, his sense of duty will extend to his eggs. It's a boring endeavor, but he's duty-bound to serve at his mate's needs during the duration of her being sands-bound and to keep an eye on their progeny. Only once they've hatched, will he be released from said duty, and then he's not prone to linger at the gold's side or linger on his offspring's futures; they aren't his concern anymore.
Kahvaroeth is your partner in life, Br'and! At times, more like a partner in crime. He's here to not only guide you and stand at your side, but to remind you that you aren't alone. Whether it's ambition, family, or simply finding yourself, he's your compass to help you find your way. He's not a fair-weather friend, and will be here with you until the end of the line.
Public Impression Message
Valiant effort though he has given the task, Till the End of the Line Brown grows weary of the search, his movements becoming sloppy and a little agitated as he wanders through the white-robed candidates. His frustration hangs heavy on his small shoulders and sags those wide set wing sails, and he trudges along dutifully. Then, something draws his attention from this march, brightening his countenance, his eyes, and lifting those drooped wings. He sprints forward and nearly runs headlong into a tall, blonde-haired teenager; his eyes are on the prize!
Private Impression Message
The heat surrounding you intensifies in increments, the warmth turning suffocating in heartbeats. One. Warm. Two. Warmer. Three. Warmest. Four. Hot. Like the intense heat of the fires that smelt ore into iron. The sands are always warm, but even this seems a bit much. And then. And then, things suddenly get clear, and the fog of that smoldering heat becomes a part of your nature, cleaving to the crevices of your mind and soul. It's as though it, and he, have always been there, so familiar is his presence in your mind from the moment his eyes lock with yours. He is as comforting and firm as warm handshake. « Br'and, I've got you. Why'd you even worry? » In his smooth baritone, an undercurrent of self-assuredness surges. « Do me a favor and show me where the food is. I'm starving! »
Mindvoice
Kahvaroeth is a complicated mixture of sounds and sensations. His voice is a smooth baritone, a steady hum, accompanied by the soothing lilt of woodwinds. It's in the moments when his mood is not in his neutral zone that any of this fluctuates -- from stormy pitch and clashing instruments in moments anger, to even thrumming, pulsing beats when he's excited. Colors and abstract ideas often accompany these sounds, picking off of his environment and his feelings in the heat of the moment. He has a straightforward manner of speech, even when he might be obscuring his true objectives from another, including you.
Itchyspots
Everything itches Kahvaroeth all at once! Since he starts off unfortunately small and grows at such an accelerated rate, his limbs and tail are going to be particularly grievous. They'll remain spots of contention upon growing out of that growing phase, but he'll love the scritches between his head knobs more by then. It's going to be a constant battle to keep up with his itchy ways.
Suggested Adult Description
Rich chocolate hide stretches over the small bones of this mid-sized brown, from russet-tinged broad wings down to large, capable paws. With his warm coloring and sleek, satiny hide, he carries himself with that certain self-assurance that maturity endows. His large and bright eyes, overset by sooty eyeridges, are a focal point of his finely crafted head, and are at odds with the perpetual, resting smirk of his mouth. Dark smatterings of copper and carmine scatter across his flanks, deepening into a large deposit of rusted shadows that stretches upward from his gleaming slate claws into the hollows of his wings.
Dragon Inspiration
Kahvaroeth was based off of your suggestions for an amalgamation of characters, and in this instance it was the contrasting (but intersecting!) personalities of Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, and Tony Stark, aka Iron Man. He is based mostly on Captain America's more endearing, dutiful qualities, with a good dose of Iron Man's inescapable charm (see: bad boy behavior). As asked, he is Br'and's perfect partner, sometimes in crime, and compass, to steer him towards his future.
His mind voice is inspired by a mixture of songs from the soundtracks of both movies: from AC/DC and Black Sabbath, to the musical score, and everything in between.
Egg Inspiration: Glass blowing as seen here.
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