Wizened Violet-Bronze Isorath
| Wizened Violet-Bronze Isorath | |
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| Impressee | X'dyr |
| Hatching Date: | 27 August, 2005 Day 18, Month 7, Turn 8 |
| Current Age: | 65 turns |
| Dam: | Dewdrops in the Desert Gold Teonath |
| Sire: | Sruth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:9 |
| Egg Credit: | Satiet |
| Dragon Credit: | Linnea / Desc: Satiet, with edits by Linnea / Name: Breena |
| Puppeteer: | Linnea |
Contents
Dewy Sunlit Field Egg
Teonath, for a moment, seems a bit concerned with the lopsided dumpiness of the previous egg and noses it gently to one side. The taxing endeavors of laying eggs must be wearing the gold's exterior unflappability thin for a sharp rumble ensues from behind, and for a moment there's a contest of quiet wills between rank of hide and seniority of time before the pale queen acquiesces, leaving the last egg to the ministrations of sire, and moves on towards the next Sruth-created divot. Good timing too, for as soon as she sinks down, the ripples of musculature in her back calves indicate more egg duct movement and a bright, sun-lit burst of spring is revealed. The previous egg, however, carries with it a slight indent along the top where both dam and sire have touched their muzzles.
Gradient strokes of a deep earthen brown towards a feathered spring green rise from the lower curve of this egg in a slant. The touch of a spring breeze dances through the various blades, slivers of a misted blue peeking out from behind, and casts the illusion of a field bathed in a zephyr's dance, sunlit glory coruscanting throughout. It is washed from above by a splotch of clouded white that drapes over the very top curve, a gentle nose or handprint creating the slightest of dents to the perfect ovular shape. Of average size, it sits well in its little mound of sand, tilted just so to afford views of the streaks of rose and lavender skirting the edge of green, dotted lightly with what appears to be dew.
A bell-like boom of sudden intensity rocks the Dewy Sunlit Field egg back and forth, its inhabitant seeking immediate escape from its confines. The shell reverberates again as though pinged by claws from inside, then shatters, leaving a small birth wet dragonet in a mound of sand and shattered shell, his dark form captured in a shaft of bright light, where he emits a mournful caterwauling.
Wizened Violet-Bronze
Shimmering twilight rises from below into a magnetic violet-bronze, illuminating the darkly metallic sheen of his hide. Wisdom descends in a shrouded mantle along this dragon's back, distinctive whorls of onyx patterning his bronze hide and twisting along an overly slender neck to a proudly held head. Hawkish, the sharp taper of his muzzle is imbued with regal grace, his large jeweled eyes set deep beneath delicately arched ridges. Folded wings, curled like ancient scrolls, betray little of their extension's stormy allure: unfurled sails are a tumult of cirrus clouds, violet-brown against the deep bronze hide, that carry in their crystalline reflections a potential strength so at odds with his smaller frame. Frail seeming, though sleekly so, he carries his diminutive form well on thin back haunches. Onyx talons glitter with a sheen of stars dusting the sky, and a prehensile tail trails a curving line in his wake.
Temperament
Full of a quiet desire to know more about the world, your new lifemate will always want to take in more, to devour information even if he can't recall it day to day, then the next moment dismissing all the talk as useless as compared to experience. He'll be a study in unexplained contradictions, your new bond, for he'll in one breath shelter another dragon from harm's way in drills, preferring to take the rope dye's 'damage' himself than to see another harmed, then the next moment, he'll be selfishly cutting in line for *betweening* lessons. In weyrling lessons overall, he'll prove adroit, and will stick with each lesson resolutely until he succeeds. If it appears over time that he's not finding the instant success he secretly desires, he might elbow another dragon out of the way to make himself look better, or to pad his reputation with the others. It will be up to you to shape this aspect of his personality, allowing it to flourish, or curbing it early.
As he ages, your dragon will be wise, oh yes, and that may sometimes be a source of frustration or amusement for you. « Wisdom is not for knowing, but for understanding. » (p. 2). Though he may mask it in pithy wisdoms that may or may not be lost on or appreciated by you. When asked why he chose you, he'll simply reply, regardless of the length of his own memory of the past or knowledge of the future, « To forge a fate. » If pressed, he'd add, « Make a triangle with past, present, and future. Then each two will explain the third. » (quotes from _The Dark Crystal_ p. 29)
While mischief and a duality of nature may be your new lifemate's main noticeable features, he doesn't take well to being labeled, and he'll struggle to reconcile that duality at every turn. « Evil does not exist...Evil is disharmony between existences. »
As he matures, your lifemate may become more comfortable with his internal struggle, or it may polarize him, each side becoming more exaggerated until he's like two beings in one. The common link whichever the result will be you. You, his cornerstone, his rock, and he will turn to you, or from you, depending on his whim, and on how he is nurtured during those youthful, vulnerable turns.
His thin frame may make him look frail, and he may nurture the pretense until the moment is right to unfurl those billowy sails and make the most of every current, slicing through the sky as though it were a second home. The prospect of flight may be worrisome to your lifemate at first, for it means his strengths are visible by everyone, and he may fear his weaknesses are as well, especially in the comfort of a lady fair's embrace, when his thoughts grow fond and his heart grows soft. But as most dragons do, he'll be capable of either making a lasting commitment though he may say little in words to reassure his chosen one, content with the dailies of existence instead; or he may shy away from such contact, afraid of its consequences.
Like the Crystal Bats employed by skekZok the Ritual-Master of the tale, your Isorath may make use of firelizards as errand-runners, food tidbit fetchers, and he may prove persuasive and winning enough to earn their fascination as a perch and as a guide.
Public Impression Message
Wizened Violet-Bronze enjoys his moment of public glory, pulling his weight forward and rotating to be sure the gathered crowd gets a good look at his wings. But the clamor of his belly won't be denied, and it is relentlessly that he rushes forward to part the seas of candidates, searching, and at last finding, an ash blonde scarecrow to call his own.
Private Impression Message
An acrid scent claims your perceptions at first, leaving you to wonder if the sweat-soaked garments of the other candidates have grown rank in such a short time. Then it comes, the harsh sounds ringing in your head and driving you to your knees with the force of their echoing « I hunger! » The angry keening in your mind turns abruptly in tone, carrying away the sour scent and replacing it with a warm comfort like your favorite shirt or a treasured possession. Latching onto you firmly, the presence penetrates your consciousness and links you irrevocably together as separate parts of a jewel, reunited. « The two made one. » With a decisive vibrato, the dragonet leaves you little choice, claiming you for his own. « I am Isorath. I will look to you, my X'dyr, if you will provide for me. I am hungry. »
Mindvoice
Again, you'll find that duality is present. In moments of calm, the even strumming of a gitar melds in a lulling echo, capturing the shivering of the tree's leaves and the multi-textured touch and scent of a hand woven, treasured garment. In excitement, the bass notes feel like a rushing river, their reverberations strong enough to shake the canyons. In frustration, his strong voice becomes pinched, shrill like the cawing of a carrion bird, the effort at communication an acrid, old-sock scented struggle.
Dragon Inspirations
This dragon is based off of a combination of the characters from Jim Henson's dark fantasy "The Dark Crystal." The story is of a people who are outcast from their home planet because they show traces of evil within them, and they are unable to eradicate it. When they arrive on the planet Thra, they break apart a force called the Crystal, which causes each being (called an UrSkek) to split into two distinct beings, one good (the urRu) and one corrupt (the Skeksis), each half of the other. The story begins when the sun is about to eclipse, and the halves may again be reunited if a small humanlike creature called a Gelfling can beat the odds, overcome his enemies, unite with another of his kind named Kira, and return the missing shard to the crystal, thus making all things whole and right again. A longer summary and a review.
The inspiration for Isorath comes from several of the urRu and Skeksis characters, many foils for each other. See particularly the descriptions of the characters in the Henson film, in the book by A.C.H. Smith, or on this webpage.
Some images of the characters.
Here is shown one of the urRu and the prayer spiral, where the markings on the face are particularly clear, though you'll need to click 'gallery' then 'photographs' and scroll down to 'prayer spiral' image to see it properly.
And of course, to round things out, an image of a Skeksis, in the same lineup of images, scroll, find, etc...
Name Inspiration: Isorath comes from Isora, the Japanese god of the seashore, and the dual nature of the waters: both nurturing and providing while on the flip side it can be capricious and cruel.
Description Inspiration: The goal here was to create a very dark bronze who was also small and compact. The markings come from the urRu characters in the Dark Crystal, and the violet bronze of his wings are similar to the shades of the Crystal itself, though a bit darker. This ring has some good combinations, also, that capture the hues of the sails. There is a nice picture of the crystal here.
Egg Inspiration: I'm not the most outdoorsy of people, in fact, as a child, grass and the outdoors scared me to the point of tears (especially grass). But, that being said, the sight of dew-laden fields of green, the soft scent of burgeoning spring flowers, and the sun that shines above it all through a morning mist creates a sense of peace within me. As long as, of course, I'm looking at it only for a few minutes outside, or from the safe distance of my window.
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