Angst-Ridden Solitary Lioness Gold Kazarenth

Dragon Description

Gold runs the gamut of shades, tawny, for the most part, yet darkening and lightening in ways that no feline ever born would be able to claim. Softly gleaming perfection, the ultimate mating of tanned yellow and gold, sweeps down over the angularly carved triangle of her glittering head, ravishing up over swept-back headridges before bleeding down the sides of a seemingly overlong, lithe neck. Extended torso glitters with brilliance that seems to hover over every bone in her rangy body, showing the flat plane of her ribcage in stark relief next to the exaggerated abdominal tuck and wirey perfection of overly long, slender hindlegs. Yet perfection cannot reign supreme, for both darkness and light battle for ultimate domination of this young lioness, tarnished burnt bronze tinges the very tips of rounded headknobs, then swoops down to paint across the tip of every spiked neckridge, bleeding into the tawniness all the way down across her bony back and painting a full half of her lithe tail, dominating even the broad-spread pinions, shading them to near-blackness, a cloak of shadow to hide her golden perfection. Yet light is not ready to relinquish all: claws are tipped in gleaming moon-silver that extends up over enormous paws, and even goes so far as to streak a line, pale against bright, across flat waist. The battle continues to rage across the very tips of her wingsails, where the claws, and parts of the fingerspars too have been dipped in moonlight, seeking to combat the darkness that would engulf her being.


Egg Name and Description

Deathly Swamp's Decay Egg
Gastly, washed out shades of black dominate across the surface of this smaller ovoid, a mere spot of darkness amid the pale sands. Lighter grey shapes twisted into cruel, withered forms stretch up from a pool of brackish green-black, extended clutching, skeletal fingers towards the top of the egg, where a haze-covered oval of rotting orange lies. Flecks of true black smatter across the oily pool of bracken at the bottom of the shell, giving it a truly unwholesome appearance. Whether this is an egg that has been somehow left over from a previous laying, or one that simply rotted in the womb can never be told, but even its surface has a slick feeling to it, and it gives off a sickly reflection in the light.


Hatching Message

Deathly Swamp's Decay Egg rolls to a halt, cracks spiderwebbing all along its side, splitting the egg asunder. Egg ooze dribbles out of a particularly large crack, the swamp leaking out onto the sand, until with a sudden heave it dissolves altogether into a mass of sharp shards that cling to the sticky hide of a shadow-cloaked hatchling.


Colorless Hatchling Name and Description

Solitary Hunter Shadow of a Hatchling
A ripple of shadows, a faint breeze across the sands is all that can be seen of this stalker in the darkness, a blacker form against the blackness. Large may be the shape outlined in black, yet still draped in a cloak of night… a night spangled with stars, perhaps? Indeed, not all is the darkness it appears to be for flecks of brightness, tiny patches of silvered glory wink starlight before vanishing against the ground, or bobbing out of sight. Too, a vague shining, crimson brilliance to rival the Red Star, two gemlike orbs shining brighter than any of the wan glowings of the silvered shades. Nary a sound can be heard save the soft shushing of sand that betrays all but the most judicious movings of the shadow, or a sudden, sharp crunch of eggshell underfoot.


Hatchling Name and Description

Angst-Ridden Solitary Lioness Gold Hatchling
Gold runs the gamut of shades, tawny, for the most part, yet darkening and lightening in ways that no feline ever born would be able to claim. Softly gleaming perfection, the ultimate mating of tanned yellow and gold, sweeps down over the angularly carved triangle of her glittering head, ravishing up over swept-back headridges before bleeding down the sides of a seemingly overlong, lithe neck. Extended torso glitters with brilliance that seems to hover over every bone in her rangy body, showing the flat plane of her ribcage in stark relief next to the exaggerated abdominal tuck and wirey perfection of overly long, slender hindlegs. Yet perfection cannot reign supreme, for both darkness and light battle for ultimate domination of this young lioness, tarnished burnt bronze tinges the very tips of rounded headknobs, then swoops down to paint across the tip of every spiked neckridge, bleeding into the tawniness all the way down across her bony back and painting a full half of her lithe tail, dominating even the broad-spread pinions, shading them to near-blackness, a cloak of shadow to hide her golden perfection. Yet light is not ready to relinquish all: claws are tipped in gleaming moon-silver that extends up over enormous paws, and even goes so far as to streak a line, pale against bright, across flat waist. The battle continues to rage across the very tips of her wingsails, where the claws, and parts of the fingerspars too have been dipped in moonlight, seeking to combat the darkness that would engulf her being.


Impression Message

« In Espera's Mind, Black-Embossed Silver Runes clash in frustration, runes sliding past your vision like tiny stars… a rumble of metal that sounds suspiciously like, « Now! » and then the touch retracts completely, giving way to a purely physical contact. »

Solitary Hunter Shadow of a Hatchling stumbles over Espera — she *hit* it! A furious shriek, and it makes a lunge forward to grab the offending hand in its maw, but thankfully overbalances and is sent tumbling head over heels into the light — though not after making a final slash at the candidate with its claws. It lays there a moment, stunned, wings fouled beneath it and one arm tucked akwardly under a wingsail, then rolls over, twisting its head to glare at Espera again. It'll teach her…


Mindvoice Name and Description

Black-Embossed Silver Runes

Black makes up the basic tones of her mind, but its far from the solid black tones of Kazarenth's dam: twisting and twining silver runes express her true emotions, as do some of the harsher metallic sounds — grinding, clanging, and all sorts of other noises you'd expect clashing swords (or gunblades!) to make. Generally speaking, those are the only sounds that'll carry over to strangers, but once she gets more familiar with certain dragons, allows them to get closer, they'll be able to see the gradients of grey in the black, hear the crinkling sound, smell the leather that makes up the true basis of her mindtouch. And on rare occasions, those odd times when she's absolutely jubilant, her mind erupts into a sudden flurry of white feathers, and her mind voice lightens from something hovering between a husky tenor and an alto to an absolutely gorgeous contralto. Conversly, when depression has its strongest hold on her, several black feathers limned in blue have been known to drift down across the runes, masking her innermost thoughts from view.


Inspiration

Squall Leonhart, of FFVIII fame.


Personality (RP Tips)

Did you ever get that feeling that you didn't belong, that everyone was looking at you, judging, staring? Well, Kazarenth knows exactly how you feel: that deep-rooted paranoia is all but the driving force behind her personality. She doesn't fit in with the other dragons, especially the females — and, to be quite honest, she wouldn't want to. Silly things, for the most part. Angst-ridden, though its kept private — she's not one to go babbling to the whole Weyr about how she thinks Amaitakawaraith is secretly mocking her, or that Isisth has been cruel — save for where you come in. She trusts you, to a point, and is far more likely to tell you her troubles (with a little prodding, of course). What, you don't feel like dealing with the problems of a depressive dragon at the moment? Well, that's fine and all with Kazi, so long as you don't mind dealing with total, stony silence towards you, the shunning, and the general uncooperativeness until you feel like pushing her to spill her guts.

She's also got a problem with the dragons of her own sex, as well as many of the opposite — save the bronzes. With them, its a love-hate relationship in that she'll absolutely adore some of them (in her own, silent way, of course) or despise them openly. Gradith is one of her favorites, for he's so much like her: private, quiet, unobtrusive — she far prefers similar dragons than those like Pookath with his intruding manner. And the other females, especially the golds? She just doesn't *understand* them, for the most part, being herself more stoicly masculine than softly femenine. Arolaeth and Isisth's violent, reactionary tempers are a turn-off for her, and she simply can't comprehend Miyareith's constant bubbly personality — it's far too alien. That doesn't mean, of course, that she can't learn to get *along* with them, but that its going to be a battle all the way unless they seem to naturally gravitate together, like calling to like and all.

Generally speaking, especially after weyrlinghood, she loves nothing more than to be active, than to be constantly honing both her skills and yours. If not for the akward growth of her dragonet-hood, she'd probably have become a natural leader physically for the class: but she won't have an easy time of it, and as a result her confidence in herself and her abilities isn't as stable as some of her siblings. But once she starts working herself — a daily obsession, it might seem to you, she'll tend to attract others as the natural leader she is. Flying, maneuvering, she likes them all… and, oddly enough, combat too — seems she inherited the fighting spirits of both her sire and her dam. While it's nothing more than sparring, she'll love to do nothing more than challenge the best and biggest of the bronzes, and perhaps a few browns, to practice combat. Odd, surely, but then, its her unconscious way of proving her superiority over them.

Romance, you ask? Well… it's a mixed situation with Kazarenth. She knows what love is, understands it, but tends to shy away from it — she'd rather just be 'one of the guys' than be the weyrmate of one.


Growing Up

Poor Kazarenth: she's not predisposed to have the best personality as a child and adolescent, which is only exaserbated by the odd way in which she grows — one body part at a time. While for the first month or so after hatchling she'll remain more or less in the stretched-out state, rather nicely conformed, after that and until she reaches her final growth, it's gonna be a hard trip through the valley of darkness. First her wings seem impossibly small for her suddenly enlarged torso, and then her tail's sprouted out long enough to tangle in with enormous back paws. For a good, long time in the middle of weyrlinghood she's going to end up looking pudgy because of rapid ribcage and torso growth, and that stage alone is going to start her obsession with staying slender and muscular. Her hide too is going to grow irregularly, and it's going to be a patchy mess no matter *how* much oil you put on it… thankfully, she should be more or less done growing by the time between'ing has begun, her hide smooth and supple once more, her body nicely shaped if a little rangy, and no worse off the wear from the trying ordeal of childhood. The easy grace of a lion, too, is going to have to wait until she's nearly into her second turn, for, well *you* try keeping coordinated when your body is changing in such a random way every few sevendays… no sooner is her new body adjusted to than she goes into another growth spurt and everything gets thrown all out of whack.


Why Espera?

Did you ever get that feeling that you didn't belong, that everyone was looking at you, judging, staring? Well, Kazarenth knows exactly how you feel: that deep-rooted paranoia is all but the driving force behind her personality. She sensed in you, Espera, a sympathetic mind, moreso than any of those other peons that came in contact with her shell, a spirit that could understand her need for space, and at the same time sympathize with it. A natural feeling of trust, of one anti-socialite to, so she saw, another, grew up from that, and it only seemed reasonable that she should gravitate to the only one that understood during the whole time on the sands how much it disliked being poked and proded by grubby candidate hands. She needs you and, to be honest, she sees it that you need *her* so that, perhaps one day you can both grow together.
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Credits

Name Kazarenth
Dam Gold Arolaeth
Sire Bronze Zaristh
Created By Syra
Impress To Espera
Hatched February 2001
Eastern Weyr
PernWorld MUSH
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