Offering to the Darkness Brown Luxeoth

Dragon Description

What divine designs have made themselves manifest in this dragon, leaving their mark of perfection in their wake? Bistre drapes over this veritable Adonis of a brown like a cloak of yore, masking his inspired proportions through the play of shadows. There is power here, sculpted with a Master's eye and hand; there is nobility in the aristocratic shaping of his muzzle, with pride wrought in the set of his eyes and cant of headknobs. Arrogance or vanity - or both, perhaps - have made their play in march of 'ridges down his powerful neck. The mighty swell of his chest and breadth of his shoulders speak plainly of a dragon meant to rule the air; even the neat taper of his flanks serves to accentuate the flare of mighty haunches meant to cast him heavenward and shed the yoke of the world's embrace. Rich, warm brown rapidly cools to a chilled taupe at his forepaws and hindfeet, the darkness uninterrupted by oversized ebon-grey claws. The cruel whip of his tail is near-constantly in motion, a threat that exists in periphery - well-behaved, yes- until it isn't, as if his maker knew naught what to do with that potential. The final pieces, however, are his wings: ebon-dark spars frame 'sails seemingly smoke-forged, shadow shifting over sheer browns like veils. Trailing edges are doomed to look ever torn, while a few spots are near-translucent and lending hints of what resides behind.


Egg Name and Description

What Lies Beneath Egg

Dark as night, black as pitch, this egg is the theater before the spotlight flares to life, rife with possibility and promise and wonder. And then, the eye focuses, the light strikes it just right, and color flares to life, thin lines of shimmering hues dancing across the shell. They trace and trail, swirl and spiral in a cacophony of shape and color until an impression is formed: a dragon, curled up and sleeping, rotund belly replete with food. Is it true to life? No - ‘tis more the rendering of some child-artist, seeing with an eye and imagination untempered by reality, wondrous and strange, carved into sable shell by a creative hand.


Hatching Message

Wobble: What Lies Beneath Egg twitches just a little, but whatever's within isn't quite ready to reveal what dwells beneath the surface. Not yet. Not yet. But SOON.

Crack: What Lies Beneath Egg finally begins to show signs of struggle, with rainbow-shimmery cracks spinnerwebbing across the surface and breaking up the designs that already exist thereon. The black is dwindling and the brighter colors are starting to show.

Hatch: What Lies Beneath Egg erupts at long last, with an explosion of shell shards and flung webs of egg goo. Dramatic? Maybe a little. But the hatchling left in the wreckage stands there with complete disregard for any such notions of shame or embarrassment. No, this one is here, now, and will find their chosen - and does not care about such petty notions as humility and discretion. Just kindly disregard the fact that it's covered almost entirely in wherry feathers as a result of its goo-flinging.


Hatchling Name and Description

Offering to the Darkness Brown Hatchling

What divine designs have made themselves manifest in this dragon, leaving their mark of perfection in their wake? Bistre drapes over this veritable Adonis of a brown like a cloak of yore, masking his inspired proportions through the play of shadows. There is power here, sculpted with a Master's eye and hand; there is nobility in the aristocratic shaping of his muzzle, with pride wrought in the set of his eyes and cant of headknobs. Arrogance or vanity - or both, perhaps - have made their play in march of 'ridges down his powerful neck. The mighty swell of his chest and breadth of his shoulders speak plainly of a dragon meant to rule the air; even the neat taper of his flanks serves to accentuate the flare of mighty haunches meant to cast him heavenward and shed the yoke of the world's embrace. Rich, warm brown rapidly cools to a chilled taupe at his forepaws and hindfeet, the darkness uninterrupted by oversized ebon-grey claws. The cruel whip of his tail is near-constantly in motion, a threat that exists in periphery - well-behaved, yes- until it isn't, as if his maker knew naught what to do with that potential. The final pieces, however, are his wings: ebon-dark spars frame 'sails seemingly smoke-forged, shadow shifting over sheer browns like veils. Trailing edges are doomed to look ever torn, while a few spots are near-translucent and lending hints of what resides behind.


Impression Message

The sands are no more. All that exists is silver, until the light turns and suddenly the world is too bright - and then, just as suddenly, you are dropped into the darkness. You are not alone. You will never be alone again. « I remember you. Do you remember me? » You might feel the coil of a tail around your leg, the possessive grasp of claws grasping at your hip. Perhaps you'll need Healer help, perhaps the wounds will merely be scrapes. No matter. « I have you. » His voice is powerful and resonant, warm and rich and smoothly masculine within the space of minds. « I will always have you and you will always have me. » His voice aches at the edges and you are aware of him, of all of him, and of how powerfully he needs you. You are the ring that binds him to life; without you, he has no purpose. He whose name is burned into every cell of your person - he who is Luxeoth. « Lula. Lula, we need food. » He? You? The lines are blurred and the ache of his stomach is an ache in yours.


Mindvoice Name and Description

Stark Monochrome Perfection was the mind name for this egg and it fits well, carrying over to Luxeoth's final voice. For all the world outside, his thoughts cleave to shades of black and white and grey, but the textures and nuance tell a story far more clearly than color ever could. His imagery is clear and startling, oft-severe and, yet, still keenly able to evoke emotion with little more than the careful framing of a thought or idea. He is, in his words, deeply precise, with a lush and richly masculine voice that's often dipped in low tones that invite the listener to lean in - because he'll say what he means to say only once.

Don't make him say it again.

There is a gentleman-monster quality to him, one that will be exposed in moments of naked emotion or in the presence of a glowing female: the raw edges of his thoughts will bleed and savage edge will serrate his words. Whatever civility he holds is reduced to a crude, cutting edge that will carve his opponent to bits - and all without raising his voice. Should he ever need to bellow in the span of minds, then all will rupture and the hidden places of his mind and hearts will be exposed in livid, Hellish forms.

One layer of fury and frustration might reveal lava and fire. Another might crack through to layers of soul-freezing ice. The levels of his emotions will be something that you and only you will know and understand well enough to help guide him back from that nightmarish brink.

It's only with you that he reveals the colors of his heart, exploring a world of sensation and scent and taste, as much as sight and sound. He will share the intoxicating splash of whiskey or wine; the caress of silk, the scent of roses. Only for you will the hot chocolate smoothness of his voice remain eternal and consistent - for the idea of being mad at you or disappointed in you is an impossibility.

You will receive the full benefit of his varied and exquisitely layered mental touch, for that connection runs soul-deep - and maybe deeper still. Rings will feature heavily when it comes to you, for that kind of connectedness is the kind that deeply defines the bond that the two of you share. As a mild aside, he will not like it if someone gives you a ring - or you give them one. It feels a little too personal, too close to what you two share. But, of course, he'll forget in time and all will be well.


Inspiration

So! The theme for the eggs and mind names was children's art and art styles. This lovely creation is Jazhira's - based on the scratch-off black paper that reveals pretty patterns underneath. Lovely, lovely stuff, though it does make a heck of a mess! The mindvoice was inspired by Ansel Adams's black and white photography. The inspiration for his description was drawn from the imagery of Renaissance religious art - it was the only thing that felt apt!

As for your Luxeoth, well. That's all Lucivar Yaslana, with a little bit of creative license to make him work here and work with you. His name is derived from a combination of 'lux' and 'eous' - light and the morning star (literal) in Latin. I wanted to lean a smidge into the light/morning star angle without doing a direct robbing of Lucifer/Lucivar and I hope it works!

Blame I'aija for any flubs - but feel free to tweak him to fit your particular vision, if he falls short of the mark!


Personality (RP Tips)

From the start, he'll be a terror.

Not with you, no. Never with you. For you, he'll obey every command - no matter how ridiculous it might seem. Your words are his law that he will always comply with, without question or hesitation.

No, it is the others that he will have trouble with.

Fiercely protective even from the start, he'll be quick to jump to your defense should anything threaten your well-being - or even just… get close to you. He won't tolerate that much, actually, and it will take time to reassure him that the Healers aren't there to take you away or hurt you, or that the Weyrlingmasters aren't actually monsters to whisk you away. If someone insults you, he'll take that as a physical offense against you - at least in these early years, before he's really grown to appreciate the efficiency of a cutting remark.

But, it won't just be the people in your life that he'll be wary of: Faranth forbid you stub your toe on a cot or he'll ruin that cot with his anger. Blanket too warm? He'll show it how to be less 'hot' (namely by puncturing it with claws). Anything that causes perceived harm to you - no matter how innocuous - will be deemed a threat and something that he will have to destroy.

Thank Faranth for short dragon memories.

He will also have a habit of sticking too close to you at the beginning, refusing to let you go anywhere without him touching you or, failing that, being as close to you physically as he can be. The only time this alters will be if you need to get something - food, oil, something from a different part of the barracks, whatever - and someone (human or dragon) is in the way: he'll bulldoze right into them if they're not careful, trusting in most folks's tendency to just get out of the way when they have an over-confidently charging animal coming straight for them.

It usually works.

Fortunately, his seemingly hot-tempered tendencies are fairly limited in their triggers - he'll take insults in stride, for instance, and if he's the one that's hurt, he'll walk it off without issue. It's a dichotomy of calm, cool, and collected against short-tempered and fiery that will eventually come into equilibrium - but it will take time to get there.

He will also suffer from an arrogance that's better suited to a bronze - and given his size, it's entirely possible that 'twas but a small fluke in his genes that he came out brown instead. That arrogance - or confidence, if one's feeling charitable - is well-placed: he will be a very quick learner when it comes to all the lessons that are required, with a particular interest toward anything physical and involving formations. In this, he'll encourage you to exercise as well, to achieve a physical perfection of your own - and you'll need it. He's a big brown and you'll have to wash and oil him regularly for the rest of your life.Better hope you can get that endurance, because he will not stand for anyone else to lay their hands on him.

Once he hits approximate adolescence - a time marked by awkward growth spurts and limbs coming into their own at odd times, leaving him uncoordinated and gangly for a couple of sevendays until he achieves what will be his adult proportions, if not full size - it will become clear that he is capable of mental maturation, too. His arrogance might be at its peak here - it will only evolve into confidence once he's fully grown - but he will grow out of his furious tempers and need to destroy anything that might, possibly, be out to get you.

The Weyrlingmasters might wonder what happened to the terror of before - but, the truth is, he's able to burn off all of that anger and frustration and everything else in constructive ways now. All the stretches and flying and hunting will do him a world of good in allowing him to express himself in constructive ways. He will develop patience and manners and will be both polite and well-spoken once he's found his path forward.

He will never grow out of his tendency to use his size to his advantage, though: his youth might have found him bullying siblings out of the way - all so you can get to the meat or oil or whatever you want first - but that trait has developed into the uncanny ability to get people and dragons to get out of his way through his sheer presence.

Maturity brings with it more nuance. His vocabulary will grow exponentially, but so will his physical capabilities. Arrogance cools to confidence and, with it, an awareness of how to pick his battles. There will always be an air of danger to him, all the same - there's an intensity to his thoughts and bearing that will always defy an easy description, traits that can only be experienced to truly understand. It will be in the way he insists on standing guard near you when he's able or the way he looks at others when they look at you.

He will not be an especially prolific Search dragon, though he might find a few worthy souls in the world - but those will always be a little unusual, people who need a purpose or people who have seemingly been cast off.

By a similar token, he will struggle should you find yourself a mate - sharing is not his strong suit and it is not something that will come easily. He will fight against the invader in any way he can, whether it be sniping, snubbing, or digging for information that will blight that person in your eyes. It's something that, ultimately, you will have to find ways to manage - and one of those ways might just be to encourage him to chase.

He'll be slow to start, with little interest - but once he finally sees the glowing females for what they are, he'll start to piece things together. It is the other piece of the puzzle, the one that will give him a secondary purpose while also feeding his need to vent his energies in a creative way.

Greens might not provide an opportunity to reproduce, but chasing them is practice for chasing the golds that can. He may or may not find favorite greens or golds - perhaps it doesn't matter, for he'll chase as often as he can unless you command him otherwise - but he will get uncannily good at the art of blooding and chasing and fighting for position within the knot of pursuers.

He will, more often than not, come away from flights with ichor on him and his claws - and it won't be his.

As an aside, his hide is tough - but even the slightest injury will leave silvery scars behind, not unlike Threadscore. It's an odd quirk and any scratch deep enough to leave a mark will do it, leaving him with the look of a battle-scarred veteran if he's especially clumsy or accident-prone.

Capturing a green will usually resolve in him hastening away as soon as the dust has settled - especially if you're not keen on the rider. But, if you are, he'll linger around for your sake, not theirs, and will be at the ready for the moment you want to go - well, wherever you want to go. With a gold, it will be different, and while he's not the doting type, he will tend to his brood and the Queen that birthed them with an air of dutifulness that nearly scratches the surface of what he has to offer you. But once those eggs are hatched? It's all about you.

He is a dragon born out of time and, perhaps, if he were hatched when Thread still fell, he would find his purpose refined - for he is a fighter, your Luxeoth, and with dragons not being the type to fight other dragons or humans, there is precious little for him to fight against.

So, instead, he has you to fight for - and he will fight for you, the ring that binds him to this world, until the end of your days.


Credits

Name Offering to the Darkness Brown Luxeoth
Dam Szetamirath
Sire Daejienth
Created By I'aija and Jazhira
Impress To Lula
Hatched May 15th, 2022
Monaco Weyr
PernWorld MUSH
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