Forged in Flames of Laughter Bronze Izahyth

Hatching Message

It's with a bang, not a whimper, that the Hatching is off to the races: bare seconds after the candidates bow, the egg which works revolutions in the world makes a grand entrance — yes oh yes a strange and bold one of shaking and tumbling with a grandeur like the moons above, but not in their nocturnal predominance: their satellitic dependence: their luminary reflection that might gleam on the wet skin like a dead fish of the small but hardy brown that emerges: he pauses he breathes one two one two and then he's off in a stream of consciousness modernist dream — or rather — it's a Nowtimer nightmare when it becomes a girl on a fighting dragon. The newly minted brownrider who carries the first Impression.

Golden Wire in the Heart Brown Izahyth

Ruggedness embodied, from a tough brushed bistre along elongated wings that make no suggestion of frailty, to the flattened neck ridges tipped in the darkest of chocolate that reach in increasingly flat mounds from neck down to tail. Hide stretches taut with more than a hint of weight along his belly, rich dark earth a shadow beneath. Dark mahogany sweeps from a broad neck downwards to mix upon a blunted and meaty tail with the darker bistre which swirls with a lighter sepia to curve upwards. Faint wisps of smoke mix along his backside and merge the curiosity of lighter and darker shades into one neverending whole.

Private Impression Message

« You know what would be the best of jokes? » Smoke drifts upwards, a fire burning deep within the dusty room which reaches out to envelope your mind. « If you, and I, Tija and Izahyth, were to join. What do you think of that joke? » Laughter follows, Izahyth finding himself quite funny, as pictures of the AGHAST faces above are imagined. « I like that joke. Now, for more serious matters… Dinner. Shall we? »

Description Inspiration

Inspired by the stereotypical image of the huge Smith, Izahyth is built big, but not in length. He’s big in girth. Wide hips, squat wings, with everything seemed to be just slightly bigger than it ought to be. He’s heavily muscled and it makes him seem just a bit strange in the air.

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His dusky hues bring to mind the dirtiness of the forge that is active. Dark browns bring to mind the soot generated by a coal fire, while the lighter sepia is the edges of the the smith’s apron where the soot doesn’t quite reach- but also hasn’t left off.

When it comes to his rounded edges, I couldn’t help but think of the the hammers of the forge. After years of use their metal edges are rounded, softened by use.

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“Inside, a black man labored, his back uncovered and rolling with sweat. Bald on top, he’d let the rest of his hair - as well as his beard- grow long and wild; they swayed as he poured hot metal. Under a leather apron, the top of his red habit hung from its rope belt, gathering soot as it brushed the anvil.”
-Sandry’s Book

Name Inspiration

No inspiration, but there is a story? I got obsessed one night and ended up staying up way too late putting Tija/Dragon together. The only thing I couldn’t figure out was the dragon. I tried my normal ‘ae’ kind of words, and tried to work gold in there somewhere. (Au, translations, etc.) The ‘yth’ is one of my favorite sounds, so it had to go into there. Nothing quite worked. (Auyth? meh). I finally gave up about 2am, turned off my computer and realized my house was really dark. As I stumbled through the house (running into a wall in the process….) I was playing with sounds with the prefix “Iza” popped into my head. “Izayth” didn’t quite fit, so I stuffed the ‘h’ into it and it worked. Even though I was tired I turned right back around and put the name into my doc, then sent in my insta-app right then. It just all tied together, with only minimal damage to my toes. (Stupid wall. Iza would have laughed his butt off.)

Mindvoice

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“Looking through the door on the opposite side, she saw Frostpine. He stood at a counter with his back to her, in front of one of three upright metal rectangles. A series of holes were punched through each, in sizes that ranged from nearly a third of an inch across in the left-most plate, to a pinpoint in the right-most.

Using flat-ended tongs, he gripped a tongue of metal that protruded through the hole in the middle of the central plate. Lifting a foot to brace himself against the counter, he began to pull. Slowly, fraction by fraction, he drew gold wire from the hole.

“It looks hard,” she said, as the last of the gold fed through the plate. Frostpine turned his face away as the wire popped free. To Daja’s horror, it snapped like a whip- if the man hadn’t turned away, the flying end might have lashed his face…”

…Frostpine gathered the new wire and took it to the counter. First he rubbed cold beeswax over its length, then wound it into a coil. Choosing a smaller hole in the plate, he thrust the wire’s pointed end into it. “It looks hard because I’m not putting my whole self into it. If I did…”

He closed his eyes and took a long breath. Briefly he held it, then let it go, slowly. Daja’s skin prickled. Something even warmer than the summer air gathered in the room, to wind itself around the smith. Each piece of metal in the shop seemed to burn with inner fire. Something in her answered, timidly.

The man breathed as Niko had taught the children, then strode to the front of the plate to seize the wire’s point with his tongs. This time he didn’t brace himself, he only pulled, backing up. The metal flowed through the plate slowly first, then faster, as if half liquid. Frostpine didn’t turn away when the end popped out; he lifted his head. The free end of the wire leaped into it.”
-Sandry’s Book, Tamora Pierce

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Imagery of the forge, particularly gold smithing and the creation of golden wire. The rhythmic slam of hammer against molten metal, sparks, the ever present dim glow of the forge fire in the background. Slow to burn, but burning for a long time.

Tone?

Physicalities

Fat

Slow in the air/on the ground

Prefers to walk rather than fly - big hip swinging steps his tail sweeping behind him. (think dinosaur walk)
https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/dinosaur-gif ← That. Whatever that is.

Personality

Izahyth is unflappable to the extreme. He’s loosely based off of the image I have of smith work, especially that of goldsmithing from Tamora Pierce’s Daja’s Book (and other books about Daja because honestly, she was the best). He’s not exactly playful, but he’s also not a warrior stoic. He has an interest in precision perfection that comes through practice and routine. He’s sometimes wickedly irreverent but never will buck authority (except for when he chose Tija out of all those males standing on the sands- wasn’t THAT a joke he could chuckle over) even if that authority is wrong. He considers Tija as his partner and equal in everything (even if she doesn’t quite understand why he likes metal things so much). As with a lot of dragons he enjoys collecting things, and in his case it is curiously worked metal of all kinds, though he prefers metal that glitters more than that which is duller.

Jokes, lots and lots of jokes.

Thread

When it comes to Thread he loves flying in the high wings s oas to be among the first to hit. His flame is strong and long which usually puts him at the front of formations, especially as he’s among the bigger of the nowtime browns. He’s a balance for Tija, who tends to swing to extreme euphoria during threadfalls. (She’s a little crazy.) While she is up for wild recklessness, Izahyth just gets the job done.

Good flame. Of course.

Flights

Jokester. Doesn’t treat them particularly seriously. Will pull tricks on the other fliers, rarely wins, but doesn’t mind. It’s all a game to him. Yo Mama anyone?

Credits

Name: Tija
Dragonet Desc: Tija, Mayte
Inspiration: Tija

And the rest saved for if I ever bother to actually finish this.

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