Empress of the Sea Gold Tzenxineth

Dragon Description

A dull gleam emerges from the frame of this thin and lanky female. Tarnished brass wraps itself carefully around each limb, calling forth the image of antiquated treasure. The image is only reinforced as colors meld into faded sepia and roll down her back. Hypnotic patterns emanate from the dragon's form as the dark tone of her sun-kissed hide swells and recedes, displaying every shade within a spectrum that moves from copper to golden-brown. Bronze and black mix together and drip onto a narrowed muzzle that seems to always be twisted into a draconic smirk. Razor sharp teeth glint menacingly, and yet the expression seems almost friendly. It is, perhaps, the eyes that do not. Large and low-set, the orbs swirl with an amalgam of bright colors that give away nothing about her thoughts. Silver-gold pools around sharply pointed headknobs before forming two glowing streaks that fall to either side of her spine and end only at her tail fork. Each silver-dipped ridge is tall and curved slightly, as if a series of dorsal fins had been taken from the dolphins and molded onto the hatchling's back. Perhaps the most muted features of this dragon are the corten-tinted wings she sports and illusion of an old faded map that appears with them. Her wingsails end in wrinkled tatters whose edges are emphasized by black streaks, as if someone had tried to burn them. But the map could not be destroyed, and the treasure it protected reveals itself upon the underside of her wings. Pure gold flashes brilliantly, interrupted only by lustrous droplets of red and blue that are nothing short of precious jewels. Wingsails glisten like golden doubloons with even the slightest of movements, declaring that this dragon is truly a queen. The shimmer fades as it moves from wings to legs, finally ending in claws of pure obsidian. Light hits the midnight structures, illuminating them from within and creating a glassy sheen before exiting as a faded beam from the other side. Yet let there be no mistake. Each click that fills the air as talons hit the ground speaks not of delicacy, but of a deadliness just barely contained.


Egg Name and Description

Jewels of the Unfathomable Deep Egg

The ocean lives upon this large egg, wrapping itself gently around the surface in shades of cerulean and turquoise. Currents of powder blue begin everywhere and nowhere at once, carrying flecks of silver-gold that produce a dull shine and subtly call for attention. But a more brilliant display declares its presence at the base. Blooms of orange and magenta sparkle against their sea-colored backdrop, broken only by branching tufts of yellow and green. The telltale shadows of figures emerge from the thicket of rich foliage, only to disappear the moment they are focused upon. The playful umbrae weave themselves between the hues of their residence, remaining just outside the visible range, just at the corner of the eye. Movement and stillness coalesce in dazzling arrays, assaulting the senses to an almost sickening degree. And yet there remains so much more to be seen. A tide the color of ruby and amaranth seeps down from the apex, both beautiful and deadly as it advances into the tenderly rippling sapphire. Perhaps the day when the never-ending depths of this ovoid are fully explored will never arrive.


Hatching Message

Jewels of the Unfathomable Deep gives a tiny shudder, rolling onto it's side and releasing a soft sigh as it falls into the blanket of sand beneath. It's far too early to play just yet!

Jewels of the Unfathomable Deep rolls a few feet to the right, emerging from its sandy bed reluctantly. The shell suddenly begins to shrink in upon itself, as if the being within were leeching the life-force from the brilliantly colored surface.

Jewels of the Unfahtomable Deep suddenly explodes with a thunderous BOOM and the CRACK of lightning. Pieces of shell suddenly fly towards the candidates, their sharp edges like knives seeking first blood. As the sand begins to settle, a form soon becomes clear. BEHOLD! The hatchling stands proudly in the pile of goop, two pieces of shell hanging on its side like deadly swords.


Hatchling Name and Description

Empress of the Sea Gold Hatchling

A dull gleam emerges from the frame of this thin and lanky female. Tarnished brass wraps itself carefully around each limb, calling forth the image of antiquated treasure. The image is only reinforced as colors meld into faded sepia and roll down her back. Hypnotic patterns emanate from the dragon's form as the dark tone of her sun-kissed hide swells and recedes, displaying every shade within a spectrum that moves from copper to golden-brown. Bronze and black mix together and drip onto a narrowed muzzle that seems to always be twisted into a draconic smirk. Razor sharp teeth glint menacingly, and yet the expression seems almost friendly. It is, perhaps, the eyes that do not. Large and low-set, the orbs swirl with an amalgam of bright colors that give away nothing about her thoughts. Silver-gold pools around sharply pointed headknobs before forming two glowing streaks that fall to either side of her spine and end only at her tail fork. Each silver-dipped ridge is tall and curved slightly, as if a series of dorsal fins had been taken from the dolphins and molded onto the hatchling's back. Perhaps the most muted features of this dragon are the corten-tinted wings she sports and illusion of an old faded map that appears with them. Her wingsails end in wrinkled tatters whose edges are emphasized by black streaks, as if someone had tried to burn them. But the map could not be destroyed, and the treasure it protected reveals itself upon the underside of her wings. Pure gold flashes brilliantly, interrupted only by lustrous droplets of red and blue that are nothing short of precious jewels. Wingsails glisten like golden doubloons with even the slightest of movements, declaring that this dragon is truly a queen. The shimmer fades as it moves from wings to legs, finally ending in claws of pure obsidian. Light hits the midnight structures, illuminating them from within and creating a glassy sheen before exiting as a faded beam from the other side. Yet let there be no mistake. Each click that fills the air as talons hit the ground speaks not of delicacy, but of a deadliness just barely contained.


Colorless Hatchling Name and Description

Flee Little Pretties…I'm Faster Than Lightning! Hatchling

Dark shadows fall across the hide of this lanky hatchling, forming waves that constantly swell and recede. The hypnotic patterns emanate from the tiny form, drawing in all who set eyes on it for even a moment. Narrowed muzzle drops open in a draconic smirk to reveal a set of razor sharp teeth that glint from the darkness. And yet the expression seems almost friendly. It is, perhaps, the eyes that do not. Large and low-set, the orbs swirl with an amalgam of bright colors. Red and blue intertwine even as green and purple weave themselves between them. Do those eyes ask for a playmate? Do they declare the desire to draw tonight's first blood? It seems impossible to tell. Glowing gray streaks race down the hatchling's back and onto whip-thin tail. Each silver-dipped ridge is tall and curved slightly, as if a series of dorsal fins had been taken from the dolphins and molded onto the hatchling's back. Perhaps the most muted feature of this hatchling is its wings. What at first looks to be strange dull coloring soon presents itself as wrinkles and tatters near the bottom of the wingsails. But as the hatchling stretches to its full length and flares its wings, the promise of glittering jewels presents itself from beneath. The shimmer fades as it moves from wings to legs, finally ending in claws the color of pure obsidian. Light hits the midnight structures, illuminating them from within and creating a glass-like sheen before exiting as a faded beam from the other side. Yet let there be no mistake. Each click that fills the air as talons hit the ground speaks not of delicacy, but of a deadliness just barely contained.


Impression Message

The chatter and heat of the sands are suddenly shattered as a cannon explodes into your mind. Smoke curls about your brain, seeping into each memory and emotion. You feel the sweet chill of sea water as waves lap against your skin. They grow gradually as a ship emerges from the darkness and moves towards you. Two others flank it on either side, and cries of "Ready the case shot!" and "Fire!" Ring out from the multiple decks. As your attention drifts towards them, a dark form appears from the shadows behind you. And then, out of nowhere, you feel the very real edge of a cutlass pressed against your throat and holding you hostage. « Shhh….» A husky whisper purrs into your ears. « Thought ye could hide from me, eh lass? » The talon grazes across your throat lightly, and a single droplet of blood falls onto your white robe. « A pirate always captures her mark. » Claws twist your head to the side so that swirling eyes lock with yours. « Etzlix, is it? Ye can call me Tzenxineth. » For a long moment, the being pauses in consideration. « Arr, ye'd make a fine first mate. » Paws finally drop to the ground then, the gold releasing you. « It's time ye treat me ta some grog, hearty. »


Mindvoice Name and Description

Oracle of the Sea

A never-ending sea spreads out across the plains of the mind, the only visible land a shoreline upon which shells are scattered. Ocean spray assaults the senses, accompanied by the subtle scent of rum. The gentle waves that deposit sea foam on the beach reach out to others, bathing them in warmth when she is at her happiest. Should she be angered, the waters will turn purely frigid, and the sea will become a death trap. Waves will crash violently, threatening to engulf any of those that come near. The pleasant scents of saltwater and rum will turn into the rank stench of bilge-water and blood. Both the way in which she speaks and her demeanor give her the title Empress of the Seas. Arrr!

Touches

Oracle of the Sea zips forward, followed by the sound of waves crashing onto the shore. It circles you slowly at first, but soon begins to speed up. Once. Twice. Just seconds later it becomes impossible to keep track of how many times it has gone around. But what would Oracle of the Sea be without some sort of spectacle for your entertainment? With each turn, a brightly lit orb falls in behind it. It’s only a matter of moments before hundreds of iridescent globes have swathed you in a soft bubble of illumination. But you’re hardly alone in that sphere. Oracle of the Sea wraps around you playfully, chittering into your ear. What it’s saying though? Well, it’s rather impossible to tell. And yet, there might have been a reason behind that babble. During that time, small wisps of consciousness slowly begin to seep into your mind both gentle and curious. It swims through your happiest memories, pausing here and there. OH! That one. That’s the one! Why were you trying to hide that? It’s so exciting. Exciting enough that it must be tried immediately! Without even a warning, Oracle of the Sea suddenly retreats, taking the light with it and leaving warmth behind in the darkness.

Oracle of the Sea returns with a clash of symbols and bright trill of tympani drums. The entourage of lights isn’t far behind, but they seemed to have changed slightly. Different colors and shapes seem to be slowly forming out of each individual orb, every one unique, none the same. There’s so much more that needs to be known! It reaches out for your mind once more, clumsier in its excitement. Approval seems to seep through as it goes through your life. Can be quite the tricky one sometimes, can’t you? Of this could be fun, very fun indeed. And yet, everything suddenly comes to a halt. One precious memory is taken and held close. Tendrils of affection wrap around it. Is this what you call tears? The lights dim around you, spirits dampened. Why did this have to happen? The Oracle of the Sea slowly begins to fade into the darkness, holding that painful shard against itself. But it leaves behind a single message: you were never meant to feel that pain. Never again.

Oracle of the Sea emerges from the darkness, alone this time. There is no wavering in its path towards you, determination in every fiber of its being. And just as it reaches you, an army seems to emerge from behind it. Thousands of lights erupt into the air, every shape, size, and form imaginable. Together they begin to hum, increasing in volume with each passing second. One word reverberates through the air, filling your mind: PROTECT. Memories of loneliness and pain are tossed aside as it reaches out for those moments of pure joy. It displays them before you, as if promising that only happiness will come in the future? Why? Because there is /no one/ in this world like you. Slowly, the army begins to melt into the darkness once more, and Oracle of the Sea begins to retreat with it. Now is not the time fight. It must gather its strength for the day that you will need it.

Oracle of the Sea is quite busy right now. There are pranks to plan and energy to be gathered, for the day is coming soon. It will not wake again until then.


Personality (RP Tips)

Your Tzenxineth is a pirate indeed, a creature of the sea that will only answer to a select few. This dragon is a queen through and through, and while she will not play the role in a traditional and regale sense, no one can take the title from her.

"I ought to teach you a lesson." -Dirk Morgan
"I'd like that. I have a thirst for knowledge; teach me." -Uncle Porter

She is ruthless, yet surprisingly playful. Sharply sarcastic, yet not unkind. Your poor weyrlingmasters might have a hard time controlling Tzenxineth. She might not be the brightest apple in the bushel when it comes to learning things, but the gold has a quick wit and is /superb/ at comebacks.

"To live is to love. All reasons against it. All instincts for it." -Uncle Porter

Where she will truly shine is in relationships. Tzenxineth has a finger on the Weyr's pulse so to speak. She is acutely aware of every dragon that is part of Eastern, as well as their riders. And through the riders, the weyrfolk. While Tzenxineth may have little or no memory for events that have occurred, she will never forget those who are 'her people'. And because they are her people, she will go out of her way to interact with them. Even when she is full grown, many a random resident may suddenly hear Eastern's Pirate Queen suddenly speaking in their heads. Why? Because she loves them. And because it's amusing to see them freak out when she does. They are her mice, and she their benevolent cat. And should anyone mess with her mice? She will protect them, whatever it takes.

And Faranth help anyone that makes /you/ upset. That army she raised during the touchings for you? She will not hesitate to raise it to protect you should you need it. Tzenxineth will always be on your side, whether you are in the right or wrong. You are hers, and that means no one will ever harm a hair on your head again. She knows what you have been through, and it is her promise to you that the coming days will never be filled with such sadness.

"And we know Flipper, lives in a world full of wonder,
Flying there-under, under the sea!"- Flipper theme

While her tattered map-like wings might look unreliable, there is absolutely nothing wrong with them. Tzenxineth is in perfect health. She is lean and nimble, but not graceful. Upon the ground, she will constantly walk with a pirate's gait, almost rolling in nature. Tenxineth will likely never be the best flyer in her class, but she certainly isn't lacking that department. Swimming however…the water was meant for Tzenxineth, and she for it. There may be no other dragon on Pern that excels in water antics as well as Tzenxineth. She is friend to the dolphins, and can easily keep up with them. It is in the water that true elegance and beauty are displayed by this gold.

Flights! Oh, those shall be nothing short of entertaining. Tzenxineth will amuse herself quite thoroughly during the ordeal. Constant goading and teasing will be thrown at her suitors, trying to entice them into fighting with each other. And before she takes to the skies? Well, let's just say that this Pirate Queen has no qualms about being fawned over by the lower ranking crew members. Her mating flights will likely be the most brilliant display of flying that she will ever put on, moves that she has never, or perhaps rarely, attempted will be tried and pulled off brilliantly. And in the end, it is she that will choose her suitor. Tzenxineth is no helpless maiden that requires saving, it is /her/ choice.

Tzenxineth will be an extremely protective mother. Her eggs are her buried treasure, and anyone that so much sets a toe out of line will hear it from her. During touchings she'll be watching the candidate's like a hawk. And just for the fun of it, Tzenxineth will probably mess with them a bit. Squirming candies are fun!

Despite her heavy inclination for fun, Tzenxineth isn't one to slack off, or let you slack off either. She loves her Weyr and will want to do all she can for it. There is a sense of duty and responsibility at her core, and she has chosen you support her in it.

As she navigates through weyrlinghood, how will she restrain her influence over her clutchsibs? Will she exploit manipulate them? Will she be covert? Or perhaps she'll be quite blatant about it. And maybe this pirate queen won't bother with exerting her leverage at all. How will this weyrlinghood play out with the queen in the mix? Will she bind them together as a team? Perhaps it will be rockier? Only the future will tell.

And was it mentioned that she’s a pirate? Rum is divine! A love for alcohol and booze is something that she'll have in common with her brown sibling, Tzehrenvictoth. She'll likely encourage his desire to raid the booze. But don't think Tzenxineth will just sit on the sidelines. Oh no, she'll be right in the middle of all that trouble!


Inspiration

First off, I had tons of fun writing Tzenxineth! The theme of this clutch was movies that have remakes, and you chose the Flipper egg! The movie's always been a personal favorite. The images on the egg itself were based on the sea and the red algae bloom (which was particularly important in the original movie). The pictures I used for egg inspiration are linked below!

http://serc.carleton.edu/images/microbelife/topics/red_tide_genera.v3.jpg
http://www.youwall.com/papel/78e3418eea.jpg

Tzenxineth was a mix of characters. The brilliant swimming comes from Flipper, the sarcasm and such from Uncle Porter, and her pirate-like nature from…pirates!

And of course, can't forget the name. Because the dam and sire both have such unique names, Tzavayth and Tzettenvonth, we thought it’d be cool to have 'TZ' in each name. It seemed to fit perfectly with your requests for the letters 'Z' and 'X'. In my mind, I pronounce Tzenxineth as Zen-shin-eth, but you can of course say it how you want! I based it on the Japanese word 'zenshin', which means 'one's whole heart' or 'whole-heartedly'!

Everything written above is merely a suggestion. Tzenxineth is YOURS and I do hope you enjoy her! Thank you for being part of this cycle, and we look forward to seeing you around!

Miyan~ <3


Credits

Name Tzenxineth
Dam Tzavayth
Sire Tzettenvonth
Created By Miyan
Impress To Etzlix
Hatched 18 November 2012
Eastern Weyr
PernWorld MUSH
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