Prowler of the Jungle Green Ziatath

Dragon Description

Verdant brilliance explodes over a lithe figure, covering her in camoflauge of the most brilliant shades of the jungle imaginable. Emerald and jade, turquoise and aqua, each color seems to hold supremecy over a portion of her slender figure before blending seemlessly into the next, creating a shifting, blurred picture that seems right out of some renegade's fatigues. And yet, her figure, at first glance, looks to be something as far removed from the jungle as possible: the carve of her head is quite aristocratic, and from the way delicate fingers and claws have been shaped, one would think it impossible to find such a creature living anything but the most pampered life. But the contradiction continues on, emphasized in the firm leg muscles and rippling strength that powers absurdly delicate wings. Those pinions, so small yet so strongly muscled, are the only contrast against the brilliant camoflauge, for instead of the vibrant shades that rip across the rest of her body, her wings look to have been stained a dark, rather muddy shade of olive.


Egg Name and Description

Raiding of the Tomb Egg
Vaulted ceilings of golden-yellow wrap around the surface of this largish ovoid, brushing brightness over the smaller end of the oval, then fading into darkness as they extend lower, ending in a drab shade of tan just a few shades darker than the sands in which it rests. Surely there must be treasures hidden within the egg, for within the shadows that plague the midsection of the ovoid gleams metallic hints — a flash of bronze here, a speck of copper there, even a hint of silver from within the deepest shadows. Yet that is all that remains; darkness reigns here, a desecrated, plundered place — the ceilings are cracked and crumbling, the hints of metallicism just that: hints. Even within the sands rests the trail of the desecrator, left in the form of black pockmarks on what passes for the ground, a trail leading into the shadows that rest within the shell, then out of them once more.


Hatching Message


Colorless Hatchling Name and Description

Stalker of the Shadows Hatchling
Brilliance erupts around the lithe figure of this little hatchling, a veritable aura of silver surrounding its lean, swift-moving figure. Merely a shadow at some points, at others it seems to be surrounded by prismatic flashes that glint in every color of the spectrum, flickering and shining with each graceful movement. While some features remain masked, there can be no doubting that the pinions have been streaked with a color much darker than the rest of its body, and that said wings seem to be out of proportion with the rest of the hatchling, arcing up over its back in a seeming parody of what they should be. But the sleek grace with which it shimmies around the ground, the ease with which it slips from shadow to foglit brilliance to shadow once more, the confidence projected from the sculpted, high-set head seems to make up for nature's folly, giving it an aire of supremecy all its own.


Hatchling Name and Description

Prowler of the Jungle Green Hatchling
Verdant brilliance explodes over a lithe figure, covering her in camoflauge of the most brilliant shades of the jungle imaginable. Emerald and jade, turquoise and aqua, each color seems to hold supremecy over a portion of her slender figure before blending seemlessly into the next, creating a shifting, blurred picture that seems right out of some renegade's fatigues. And yet, her figure, at first glance, looks to be something as far removed from the jungle as possible: the carve of her head is quite aristocratic, and from the way delicate fingers and claws have been shaped, one would think it impossible to find such a creature living anything but the most pampered life. But the contradiction continues on, emphasized in the firm leg muscles and rippling strength that powers absurdly delicate wings. Those pinions, so small yet so strongly muscled, are the only contrast against the brilliant camoflauge, for instead of the vibrant shades that rip across the rest of her body, her wings look to have been stained a dark, rather muddy shade of olive.


Impression Message

The difference is subtle, at first, nothing untoward: a vague feeling of contentment that creeps through you, comforting and familiar, a sound much like the rustling of the wind… indeed, you can almost feel some warm breeze blowing around you, though the fog remains mostly still. And then, like an explosion, tan and mahogony bursts around you, a sound much like that of trees cracking in midwinter echoing through your head in joyous exhultation. A voice, murmuring and soft at first, and then growing strident sounds in your head, sultry and low but, somehow, much beloved: « Mmm, Raeyne… Raeyne-pet. I believe you belong to me, now. To Ziatath. » Lo, there looks up at you a certain Prowler of the Jungle Green Hatchling, nee Ziatath.


Mindvoice Name and Description

Strident Flickerings of Mahagony and Tan
Much like the name implies, the swirls and chaoticness that dominated Ziatath's mind as a hatchling have subsided somewhat, and the colors now tend towards the redder shades of brown and the paler tans. But the exhuberance of her mental gymnastics have slowed not a jot, and are only emphasized by the crisp Benden-ish accent that seems to have been inhereted from her great-granddam Arolaeth, one that perfectly accompanies the sultriness of her mental voice. Things in her mind are, for the most part, discliplined enough: that is to say, she doesn't randomly try to drown you in her thoughts, but rather chooses to remain discrete unless she desires to make a point. And when she does, look out, for her penchant for mental noises, inclusive of a soft rustling and a sound much like the wind, includes one that sounds eerily like a gunshot (if Pern had such a thing) — a loud blast of pure noise guarenteed to get attention.


Inspiration

Tomb Raider Lara Croft!


Personality (RP Tips)

Want to know what Ziatath is like? Go play Tomb Raider. Hah. But seriously. Ziatath is very much like Lara Croft captured into draconic form — aside from the more obvious physical attributes, she absolutely lives for physical work, slinking around in the jungle, and teasing the boys, not to mention the fact that she has the art of being subtly aristocratic down pat.

Well, to begin with, there's nothing shy or lackluster about it: when she chooses to do something, it's done with all her considerable force of personality. Not that she's unpleasant or anything of the sort — she seems to have enough charm to counter her pushier moments, for the most part, and is generally well-spoken and well-meaning in her attentions. She just happens to be convinced that her way is best for, well, everything. Not for her is the sedentary pursuits of her grand-dam Miyareith, or the snide comments of her great-granddam Arolaeth, or even the obsession with perfection of Isisth… instead, she prefers to be more on a physical scale, getting out there and *doing* things, enjoying sensations of a body working in perfect form, the thrill of danger that could be creeping around in the forest. Something of a hedonist, she lives for the possibility that there could be a fight with a pack of savage felines just around the corner, or for the feeling of muscles working perfectly in tune, or the exhiliration of finding some bauble buried in the sand.

About others: Ziatath doesn't mind them much, so long as they don't get into her way. She has a bit of a problem relating to most other greens, especially the mindless type that do nothing but preen and flirt all day: that sort of life is something she would never want, and could never hope to understand wanting, so it's logical to follow that she tends to be rather snide towards that type. The males, too, are something of a mixed situation. While she generally prefers the company of a good, sturdy male or two, she's the type to insist on being the leader, and should they try and get too domineering… they'll be sure to feel the sharp side of her ever-so-british-like tongue. There's nothing she enjoys more than trying to get them to squabble amongst themselves: « Oh boys… perhaps I could be persuaded to remember whoever it is who can bring me another treasure for my collection… » It's just funny to her to see them squabble over her sensuality, of which she's quite open with — and would expect you to be, too.

But you, in private, have the priveledge of getting to see beyond the brash, self-confident Ziatath to the, err, hatchling within: the one that needs your opinion on important things like what to do with her treasures, which male you think has the nicest spread, and if she's getting just a little bit thick around the middle, do you think? In turn, she's always there to offer her advice — sometimes a bit odd, to be sure, but always well-meant.


Growing Up

Despite her akward conformation in the beginning, Ziatath really will grow up to eventually be a normal-ish proportioned dragon, though her wings will always be a little on the small size. But that's okay, because as a weyrling dragon, she'll much prefer to creep along on all fours; indeed, she's mighty graceful on the ground compared to the lumberings of certain other, larger dragons, and has stalking down to a fine art. Despite her confidence, though, when all the other dragons are having an easier time learning to fly, there's nothing to say that she won't suffer from a certain amount of Wing Envy (just think of the other well-known envy, and… yeah. Anyways. ^^) And don't let her tough exterior fool you — she's going to need just as much oiling as any other dragon and more, for her hide is of the delicate type that would simply be a *waste* to let it be anything but always gleaming. Aside from flight, though Ziatath is going to do her best to get through this adolescent period with as few problems as possible, so she can grow up to be the self-assured, cocky, and gorgeous adult that she always *knew* she was meant to be.


Why?

Why? Well. You like to have fun, right? And so does Ziatath! And she's energetic! Yes, you need her to keep your on your toes, and she needs you to be her sidekick, the one she can share all her treasures with… her reason for coming home. You're her confidant, the person with whom she doesn't have to put up the show of mental strength and charm: you're her best friend, the one she can open up to and share with. And you? Why do you need a Ziatath? So she can bring you treasures, of course! Have boy problems? Well, Ziatath's got an easy solution: « Just spend *one* night with him. You'll be able to tell if he fits better. Trust me. » Redecorating your hut? Ziatath's got ideas about that, too: « Look, just let me go out and get this *one* little thing. It'll look fabulous in there! » Not sure how to wear your hair today? Oddly enough, it's Ziatath to the rescue — « Why not just put it all in one braid. Simple, elegant, and it's out of your way. Now. Can we bloody *go*? »


Credits

Name Green Ziatath
Dam Gold Isisth
Sire Bronze Kalerriarth
Created By Syra
Impress To Raeyne
Hatched August 17, 2001
Eastern Weyr
PernWorld MUSH
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