Lost in Time and Lost in Space Brown Tzalerajanath

Dragon Description

Smooth lines and sweeping curves are the heart and soul of this streamlined brown. Oak, mahogany, and cherry swirl together in deep, woody tones along his smooth hide. Beginning with a narrow, pointed snout spreading into a smooth, elongated face that sweeps back into long, thin headknobs that end in a slightly upturned whorl melting into a short neck that broadens from chin to body and the flare continues down his body getting wider and wider until it reaches the hindlimbs, where it narrows suddenly down to a thin, whiplike tail. Broad wingsails billow even in the slightest breeze, the outsides wrapped in a mottled silver-blue, looking almost as hard as ancient metal while the undersides are the smooth deep beige of sailcloth, giving the definite impression of sails when he raises them vertical from his body. His neck and back ridges flow along his spine like waves, some larger, some smaller, and all cast in the light tones of seafoam and spray. Gentle whorls of glittering silver pattern over the hide, cutting back and forth in a stark juxtaposition to the woodgrain finish. Wind beneath his sails.


Egg Name and Description

Destruction of Past and Future Egg

Pale blue-green encompasses this egg in a harsh, metallic sheen. Darker splotches of the same color form harsh shadows and creepifying streaks. Shadows bring out the slight outlines of features, the long crooked curve of a squared-off nose, the slightly slightly curved lines of not quite a smile. Thick wavy lines surround the top of the egg, spilling down one side in wavy curls contained only by two lines of deeper blue that wrap around the whole egg. Long lines project from those, creating what seem to be spikes, seven of them making an almost sunlike arch over the paired irregular trapezoids that complete the semblance of a face, more of those dark streaks making it seem almost as if its crying, pupilless eyes following all who move before it.


Hatching Message

Destruction of Past and Future Egg gives a massive wobble, actually managing to leap in up in the air and land against the sands, spraying grit and grain in all directions.

Destruction of Past and Future Egg jumps again, spinning wildly against the sands until it runs, SMACK into the wall of the caverns, splitting a crack in its side, right between the eyes.

Destruction of Past and Future Egg wobbles back away from the wall, managing to flip once end over end before coming to rest crack to the sands. Two huge paws burst their way free and its occupant slowly unwinds, wearing what’s left of the egg on its head like a hat.


Hatchling Name and Description

Lost in Time and Lost in Space Brown Hatchling

Smooth lines and sweeping curves are the heart and soul of this streamlined brown. Oak, mahogany, and cherry swirl together in deep, woody tones along his smooth hide. Beginning with a narrow, pointed snout spreading into a smooth, elongated face that sweeps back into long, thin headknobs that end in a slightly upturned whorl melting into a short neck that broadens from chin to body and the flare continues down his body getting wider and wider until it reaches the hindlimbs, where it narrows suddenly down to a thin, whiplike tail. Broad wingsails billow even in the slightest breeze, the outsides wrapped in a mottled silver-blue, looking almost as hard as ancient metal while the undersides are the smooth deep beige of sailcloth, giving the definite impression of sails when he raises them vertical from his body. His neck and back ridges flow along his spine like waves, some larger, some smaller, and all cast in the light tones of seafoam and spray. Gentle whorls of glittering silver pattern over the hide, cutting back and forth in a stark juxtaposition to the woodgrain finish. Wind beneath his sails.


Colorless Hatchling Name and Description

Am I a Man or An Ape Hatchling

Smooth lines and sweeping curves are the heart and soul of this streamlined hatchling. Light, medium, and dark swirl together in constant curves, whorls, and circles. Beginning with a narrow, pointed snout spreading into a smooth, elongated face that sweeps back into long, thin headknobs that end in a slightly upturned whorl melting into a short neck that broadens from chin to body and the flare continues down the body getting wider and wider until it reaches the hindlimbs, where it narrows suddenly down to a thin, whiplike tail. Broad wingsails billow even in the slightest breeze, the outsides wrapped in a hard, bright tone while the undersides are smoother and deeper, having a sense of near-grainyness. Neck and back ridges flow along the spine like waves, some larger, some smaller, and all cast in the light tones. Gentle whorls of glittering white pattern over the hide, cutting back and forth in a stark juxtaposition to the deeper finish, the light occasionally catching them like diamonds in the night.


Impression Message

Suddenly, you’re not on the sands, but in a forest, thick and green and just as hot and humid as the sands were. Something slinks in the darkness, rustling leaves and stirring branches. Darkness and light change places as easily as the ball in a magic trick, and then suddenly it’s /there/. « Hello, J’son. Yes, yes. I hope you’re ready for this, we have one hell of an adventure ahead of us. » The heady, pungent odor of damp earth and forest envelops you fully before he adds, « I’m Tzalerajanath » before the sands fade back into view.


Mindvoice Name and Description

Shout of Impotent Rage

Tzalerajanath’s mind is a whirlwind of input. More likely to show you than tell you anything. If he’s hungry? Ovines in the pasture. Tired? His weyr. In the mood? Pretty lady dragon. And it will come with the sense of why, too. Wild and difficult to control in his youth, he’ll show everyone everything all the time, whether J’son wants him to or not, but as he ages it will calm and refine, becoming easier to understand, though no quieter when his ire is raised.

++++Touches

Shout of Impotent Rage rings loudly in your ears. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! The plush, rich scent of an ancient forest surrounds you, a gentle breeze running through your hair. Something cracks to your right. OH NO! Run! Run! Were not safe! Branches and leaves strike your face as you run. Through the gathering gloom, you can see light before you. Run! Run! says the voice, the smell of damp earth is almost overwhelming as you burst from the forest and… FWING! Up you go, surrounded in a mesh of woven hemp rope. Trapped. Caught. You should have run faster. Then the presence and the smell recedes, leaving you again alone.
Shout of Impotent Rage returns just as angry as before, GET YOUR PAWS OFF ME! The sense of being trapped is just as present even as you bang against the ground, released. The smell of wet fur and sweat surrounds you now, overpowering the softer scents of the forest. Its not a gentle hand that pulls you to your feet to examine you. All of you. Mind, body, and soul, it inspects you like a piece of meat, scattering your memories across the floor and treading upon them as theyre inspected. Snuffle wuffle SNORT. You have spirit. Lots of spirit, perhaps you can be the first. It doesnt explain, though, retreating again into the night.
Shout of Impotent Rage is softer now, biding its time. The sharp smell of spice and fruit surrounds you. Everything is cast in oranges and yellows, bright, opulent, and rich. Everything is warm, soft, comforting sand. Wait. Sand? What? Suddenly its gritty and harsh against your skin, everything itches. Youre so thirsty, your very lips crack from the parched feeling and theres a sadness and longing on the wind as it slowly fades away.
Shout of Impotent Rage is silent now, all there is is sadness and loss.


Inspiration

Welcome to Weyrlinghood here at Eastern, J’son! We are so glad to be able to welcome you to the ranks of Eastern riders and look forward to many great years to come.

The theme for this clutch was classic films and their remakes and Destruction of Past and Future Egg and its occupant were based on Planet of the Apes with a slight emphasis on the stranded astronaut, merging both Charlton Heston’s version and Mark Wahlberg’s into a cohesive unit of rage, fear, and adventurous spirit.

And a name, oh, what’s in a name? The Tz is in homage to his sire and dam and a bit of a naming theme for the clutch to include it. Tzalerajanath isn’t based on anything specific except your request for a monstrous type name. I enjoyed trying out different syllable combinations until I found one that flowed well and I hope you like it. I hear the pronunciation as Zal-ehr-ah-jah-nath, but you’re welcome to hear it differently.

As a reminder, all of the rptips and such are merely guidelines, we hope you enjoy your dragon and your time here at Eastern.

The Few, The Proud, The Eastern!


Personality (RP Tips)

First and foremost, Tzalerajanath is an explorer. He’ll likely be through every nook and cranny of the barracks and on to bigger, better things before his first sevenday is out. He’ll be a pain to keep track of, too, but at least he’ll always come back to report his findings, so it won’t be a completely lost cause, but it will take effort on J’son’s part to keep in in control or he’ll be getting in trouble.

He also has this issue with small furry mamals, especially the ones that live in trees. He hates them. H-A-T-E-S hates them. He’ll eat them, smash them, or just scare them off.

When it comes to flying, once he starts, he’ll never want to stop. There’s nothing he loves more than being in the sky. The wind beneath his wings is the best feeling ever, better than food, better than impression. He’ll settle for swimming until he’s old enough to fly, but it will always only be settling and the water will never be as good as the sky.
Tzalerajanath generally obeys the rules… as much as he needs to not to get into trouble, but he’s always pushing the boundaries. How far can he go before Cereth notices and calls him in? Can he sneak past Nyth and fly early? Certainly, he can swim further than everyone else and discover what’s deep down in the oceans. If this was the 9th Pass, he’d be the one trying to /between/ to the Red Star!

He’s pretty average when it comes to flights, he loves to chase, he doesn’t care so much if he catches. The thrill of discovery is more than enough, but, you know, if he /does/ happen to catch a queen, he’ll stick around to see his babies. Or at least brood the eggs, once they hatch, they’re on their own.


Credits

Name Tzalerajanath
Dam Tzavayth
Sire Tzettenvonth
Created By Fi
Impress To Judson (J’son)
Hatched 18 November 2012
Eastern Weyr
PernWorld MUSH
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