Dragon Description
It would be nearly impossible to tell where this dragon begins and where he ends without careful observation, as his slender form seems to practically curl back on itself should one’s attention wander a bit too far. Dark, rich umber colors the slim lines of his stomach and sweeps across the endless lines of his long limbs, hints of a toasted ochre appearing here and there along his sides, smoothing neatly into the darker hues and creating an illusion of shadows and highlights upon his body. Never-ending ridges of deep umber slip down his back, between his long, tapered wings, a cross-hatching of near black spreading down over his narrow shoulders and lean hips, claiming his whiplike tail almost in entirety. Ochre spars support his tawny wing sails, crossing the surface like tree roots creeping outwards, spreading far beyond the expected reach. His face completes his lean, slender look – muzzle long but proportionate, faceted eyes set firmly beneath sculpted eye ridges – all while his features are emphasized by the dark runes that are scrawled upon his cheeks.
Egg Name and Description
Festive Fingers Egg
This egg somehow looks rumpled, with its off-white shell appearing more like crinkled parchment than a smooth shell. It's also not especially noteworthy from most angles - except for one side that looks undeniably like someone dipped a hand in paint and slapped that directly onto the shell. The four finger-like bits are pointed up, toward the apex, with each one a different color: green, blue, yellow, and orange. Bold colors. Bright colors. The part that would be the palm and thumb is brown, with a blot of bright red signifying something on the 'thumb' part. But what does it mean? That is the real mystery.
Hatching Message
Wobble: Festive Fingers Egg shudders and rocks, its crinkled parchment shell twisting and crumpling beneath the pressures exerted from within. Its off-white shell flexes outwards, cracks crazing outwards and giving hints of darkness within before it settles down again, once more whole.
Crack: Festive Fingers Egg flexes its fingers, the colors straining against the white, stretching out and away from each other. The cracks show again, dark and foreboding against the pale shell, and briefly there’s a glint - but no, it’s gone, and left in its place is a crack-mazed egg that seems to be coming apart at the seams.
Hatch: Festive Fingers Egg pulses, drawing in upon itself until the fingers seem to fist, then expanding once more and exploding outwards. Shards go flying with a sharp crackle, white and orange and green and blue and yellow raining down about a shadow-shrouded silhouette that restlessly coils about itself, refusing to resolve into any given shape. It’s fairly certain that its a dragon hatchling - or is it? There seems to be no beginning, no end, merely a mobius strip of egg-goo, left-over shards, feathers and sand rolling its way across the Sands. What is that thing?
Colorless Name and Description
Is It Really a Hatchling?
Dark and dripping with goo and darker things, this mobius strip roams about the sands, an endless twist of goo and sand and wherry feathers that seems to roll more than it walks. Now and then there's the impression of wings, of claws, of ridges and hide - but of the color? There is no hint. Of the size? No indication. Of the shape? It is an endless loop, that is all that can be seen in the wherry-infested darkness - and so one must ask itself. Is it really a hatchling, or is it something else instead?
Hatchling Name and Description
The Whole World in His Coils Brown Hatchling
It would be nearly impossible to tell where this dragon begins and where he ends without careful observation, as his slender form seems to practically curl back on itself should one’s attention wander a bit too far. Dark, rich umber colors the slim lines of his stomach and sweeps across the endless lines of his long limbs, hints of a toasted ochre appearing here and there along his sides, smoothing neatly into the darker hues and creating an illusion of shadows and highlights upon his body. Never-ending ridges of deep umber slip down his back, between his long, tapered wings, a cross-hatching of near black spreading down over his narrow shoulders and lean hips, claiming his whiplike tail almost in entirety. Ochre spars support his tawny wing sails, crossing the surface like tree roots creeping outwards, spreading far beyond the expected reach. His face completes his lean, slender look – muzzle long but proportionate, facetted eyes set firmly beneath sculpted eye ridges – all while his features are emphasized by the dark runes that are scrawled upon his cheeks.
Impression Message
The heat of the sands fades, swept away by the bitter chill of a Reaches winter wind. The cold swirls around you, carrying hints of frost and snow, sending a shiver down your spine. Just when it threatens to overpower the last of the Sands’ warmth, something settles over your shoulders like a blanket, wrapping close and comforting about you. « Come now, come out of the chill. » The voice is deep and powerful, resonating deep within your breast, echoing outward to all corners of your mind. Flames flare, the welcome balm of a campfire against winter’s icy grasp. « Come, Dur’wyn, I, Varoith, shall be your warmth against the winter, your guardian, your protector… and your friend. » You are wrapped in his embrace; mentally and physically, wrapped and enwrapped in umber coils. « And now, I shall guard you against hunger. Onward, to food! »
Mindvoice Name and Description
Warmth Against the Winter
Varoith’s mindscape is a stark, unending winter, white plains stretching on for eternity from one edge of your mind to the next. In accordance with the view, the temperature is chill, icing the edges of every thought and limning them in silvery hoarfrost. To everyone but you, this is all that they will ever see - length upon dragonlength of snow and ice and isolation, no pictures, no sounds, no sensations but chill - only the damp of snow’s kiss to differentiate between this place and *between*.
But for you? There is no chill. There is no frost. There is no loneliness nor sorrow. For you, the campfire’s warmth blazes, brilliant and welcoming, inviting you to have a seat and enjoy the fire’s gentle caress. For you, there are warmed blankets, heavy and heated, draping across your shoulders, layered across your lap, enfolding you in their comforting embrace. For you, there is the scent of rich hot chocolate - or klah, if that is your heart’s desire - and perhaps a hint of sizzling bacon. For you, there is never any mindscape but welcome, welcome and the deepest expressions of love that Varoith is capable of showing.
His voice is deep and resonant - in a human, his voice would rise from his chest, a booming bass that resonates against the back of the ear. His voice is incongruent with his slim, slender litheness, and yet, it suits his chosen role as guardian and protector to a tee. When roused, his voice will boom and crackle, like sheets of snow falling from a glacier, like the split of ice beneath the violence of the sun’s naked eye. When calm, it enfolds and envelops, another link in the chain of the armor with which he surrounds you.
Inspiration
Dragon name: Varoith (Pronounced: VAR-oh-ihth or WAR-oh-ihth)
This name is based off of the Old Norse word Varðir, which means ‘Guardians’, as in a guardian spirit which follows around a specific soul from birth to death, always watching over them. Given the nature of your Varoith - and the roots of his inspiration in Ancient Norse Mythology, it was a suitable name.
Physical Inspiration:
Varoith’s physicality is based off of Ouroboros, the World Snake, who is most often portrayed as enclosing the world in his coils and eating his own tail. Ouroboros, who was first seen in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, also rears his head in Greek, Roman, Norse, Japanese, and Chinese mythologies, and many others besides. It’s from his Norse form, Jörmungandr, that I stole the winter of his mindvoice. The dragon theme of the clutch was art styles, and I chose the concept of ancient engravings and runic art to depict your lifemate, and Wendyn, bless her, made him come to life when my brain dipped out.
Personality Inspiration:
You wanted a guardian, so I gave you a guardian. He still draws upon that Ouroboros concept as he tends to carry his tail around in his mouth - and to wrap himself around the being that his entire world - you, in case you weren’t aware. And when he can’t wrap around you, he wraps around anything else that’s important to him - cots, chairs, eggs… Other than that, you wanted a loving, caring dragon who is almost aggressively protective of you and is otherwise a loner when it comes to anyone else. So, that’s what we tried to give you! We hope we succeeded.
Personality (RP Tips)
His goal is to be strong enough to protect his world. Since you are his world, that means his goal is to be strong enough to protect you.
From the first moment he laid eyes on you, the only thing Varoith wanted was to wrap himself around you and keep you safe and sound from anything that might come your way - whether from without - or from within. From the dangers of bullies to your own nightmares, his goal is to shelter you from anything that might cause you harm. For the most part, this presents itself as an ever-present thread of concern in the back of your mind:
« Weyrlingmaster A’she called you what? Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Do I have to hurt him? » Pause. « What is a weyrling, anyway? »
Sometimes, though, his concern can grow overpowering - even a little smothering - and he’ll often try to wrap himself around you physically as well as mentally, trapping you within limbs and wings until all you see around you is cross-hatched umber dragonhide, until your mind is enfolded in blankets and the warmth of a campfire’s flame on a cold winter’s night. Comfy, perhaps - but it might get a bit hard to breathe after a few minutes.
It will take time - and a lot of practice - to bring him down off of that protective high. Until you learn the right things to say - or not say - you may find yourself struggling against his overprotective urges, even when you’re not really in danger. Want to sneak out at night and look at the stars? Good luck getting past him - he knows the rules and doesn’t want you to run afoul of them, or of the Weyrlingmaster’s infamous temper. (Anyway, there might be danger out there. Like wild beasts. Or wild rocks. Or just rocks, tame ones, waiting to stub your tasty toes.) Want to take a swim in the sea? But what if you get a cramp? Or a fish bites you? Or you get water in your eyes and it hurts! Good luck going swimming with a brown dragonet wrapped firmly around your legs.
No dragon would ever harm a human - and precious few would ever even dream of harming another dragon, but that won’t stop Varoith from being outright vicious in your defense, right up to toeing the line of that no-violence imperative built in to all dragonkind. He might never actually snap the head off a bully - but you can rest assured that anyone who intends to poke fun at you or make your life miserable will be buying a lot of new pairs of pants once Varoith is done with them. His tetchiness where you are concerned will be rather off-putting to a lot of other dragons - even the friendliness of beasts might find themselves put off by his fiercely protective demeanor and give him a wide berth. Here’s hoping that if you ever take an interest in another person - particularly another rider - you can convince him to widen his protective coils to include a plus one (or more).
During Weyrlinghood, this overprotectiveness is going to get you into more trouble than out of - but Varoith won’t understand this. It will be up to you to figure out how to explain to him that interfering with your training is more likely to end you up on the Weyrlingmaster’s black list than off of it, and that he can trust you - and the Weyrlingstaff - not to endanger you or risk you in any way. This will be especially difficult as Varoith instinctively trusts no one but you; he doesn’t even like anyone but you. A loner to the nth degree, he has no interest in making friends, not with humans, not even with other dragons. You may never push him past this point - but perhaps with a clever enough tongue, you can convince him to at least trust others to know what they’re doing.
Sometimes.
Hopefully, by the time you hit senior Weyrlinghood, you’ll have convinced him that he can trust you - and the Weyrlingmasters - enough for him to work with your training, rather than against it. Provided you’ve managed to overcome his overprotective tendencies this much, you’ll find that he’s a prime example of a powerhouse brown. While not nearly as large as his clutchbrother Luxeoth, there’s a lot of strength in that lean, limber body, and what he trades in stamina due to his smaller size he more than makes up for in speed and agility. His loner nature - and yours - mean that you will probably never be in a leadership position within the wings - but it’s very likely both Deluge and Zephyr wings will be eager to recruit you to their ranks - the former for your skills as a Starcrafter and your dragon’s ability to get into tight spaces, the latter for your dragon’s speed and both of your reliability.
The only caveat is that whatever you choose to do with your life, the more dangerous it is, the more likely that your lifemate is going to object. Keep in mind, going outside is dangerous to Varoith, so it’s very likely that no matter what career path you choose to follow, he’ll have some sort of objection about it. Be prepared to have to convince him that not only is the danger not quite as dangerous as he imagines, but that you can handle it even if it is - as long as he’s at your side. After all, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be - unless it’s wrapped around you.
Oh, and that idiosyncracy from his Hatching, where he carried his tail around the Sands as he sought you out? Yeah, he’s not going to grow out of that. He sleeps like that. He walks like that. If he can find a way, he’ll even fly like that - and the fact that he can’t will be a bit off-putting to him. You might have trouble getting him in the air because he’ll have to release his tail in order to take off and fly. But surely you’ve learned by now how to get around his recalcitrance, right?
Right?
When it comes to flights, you’ll find your lad isn’t generally inclined to chase after a randy female without prodding. If you have no interest in the flight, then neither will he. This ambivalence will worry the dragonhealers once he first reaches maturity; browns are notoriously open in their appetites and inclined to chase both greens and golds with impunity. Your dragon’s disinclination will cause some concern - but it may soon become apparent that his disinclination is due less to any kind of physical or emotional issue and more to his concern over your comfort. If you want him to chase, he will - quite happily - but the choice has to be completely yours. You have to prove to him that the experience will not cause you any distress before he’ll take to the air. On the plus side, if you really want to win that flight? He’ll fly his heart out to win it for you.
Should he manage to sire a clutch on a queen, here is the one time you will ever see him protective about anything but you. Oh, not the gold - her he’ll ignore as much as any dragon can ignore a queen - but the eggs? They are of him. His children. His brood. He is literally responsible for their existence, and he would do anything short of hurting you to ensure their comfort and safety. From the moment they’re laid until they break shell, he’ll be on the Sands, protecting them, turning them, watching them intently. Remember how A’she told you Qhatiratrixth likes to steal eggs? Yes - expect more than one dust up between Varoith and the Weyrlingmaster’s bronze should he ever find himself with a clutch on the Sands. Fortunately for you, A’she has no more patience for his dragon’s drama than he does for the weyrlings’.
Varoith is big, and strong, and highly protective of you. Like the ouroboros who encircles the world, holding it tight in its coils, your lifemate wants to hold his whole world close too. And that whole world is you. Like any dragon, he loves Pern, and he loves his Weyr, but his affection for those places pales in comparison for his all-encompassing devotion to you. With Varoith in your mind, at your side, all around you, you will never again be alone, never again feel unloved or unwanted. No matter what else happens in your life, here is one who will love you forever, unconditionally.
Dur’wyn, welcome to Monaco Bay Weyr! We’re so glad to have you and your Varoith among us! We hope your dragon meets your expectations - but as always, this inspiration is merely a guideline based on what you told us you wanted. It is up to you to determine his final shape. Have fun, and again, welcome!
Credits
| Name | The World in His Coils Brown Varoith |
| Dam | Szetamirath |
| Sire | Daejienth |
| Created By | Jazhira and Wendyn |
| Impress To | Dur’wyn |
| Hatched | May 15th, 2022 |
| Monaco Weyr | |
| PernWorld MUSH | |