Clutching Pose


For the first time of the evening, Dhiammarath starts to show the true effort of labor. Her flanks heave, and she has to pause in her methodical burrow-clutch-and-bury routine to lean against the wall perpendicular to the galleries, well-away from the eggs so far clutched. She takes a breather, though through the moonlight it may be seen that contractions yet wrack her smooth hide. Her eyes land on the unlikely candidate of Th'seus, just there, but she doesn't come immediately to the bronzerider's rescue, having marked out on her own gargantuan quest. Resolved to her fate, she returns to her work, leaving a twinned-tree, a hooked-door, and a well-placed warning behind in her efforts.

Well-Placed Warning Egg


Water droplets shimmer aqua against teal-green scales, dancing in concert under an overlay of wispy silver-grey. Darkness tops this egg in fanciful design, a fanged mouth yawning to purge four brown speckles. The base of the egg blends in with the sands, a shimmering grainy texture surrounded by foaming white and watery blue. One oddly placed light square with a red slash through it rests against the sand of the egg, a warning, no doubt.

Hatching Message


Well-Placed Warning Egg begins to vibrate almost angrily upon the Sands. True to its reputation flashes of teal-green scales appear to pulsate beneath the wispy silver-grey as though moved by an unseen watery force, whilst a square with red slash flashes like a hazardous omen. The low light of the Cavern playing tricks no doubt. Or is it? This is no time for fear! This is WAR!! With the suddenness of a rogue wave the shell gives way, bursting at its seams to spatter any brothers or sisters unfortunately close with dark egg shell and goo. Gone Viking Bronze Dragonet is left standing in the foaming watery remains of his shell like a great conquering warrior. Or so he believes at first. Before he realizes that a piece of red shell is stuck comically to the top of his head. No matter! It is a helmet then! And with a flick of his wings he stalks across the hot Stands in search of his victim..err life mate.

Gone Viking Dragonet

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His body is slightly reminiscent of an overturned ship. The ridges lining his neck hint at the swarthy green of barnacles clinging to a hull. Roughly hewn planks of honeyed oak overlap across sleek hide. A pattern of woodgrain swirled and laced with deep bronze veins. Narrow and long this Bronze beast’s physique widens ever so slightly across ribs sweeping toward his belly. Odd squares of colored canvas lend the impression of sails along his undercarriage, giving one the strange sensation of seeing a longship from an aerial view whilst looking skyward. Dark bronze ovals decorate his outstretched wings, metal worked shields of war and strength proudly on display.

Public Impression Pose

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One carefully placed paw in front of another brings Gone Viking Bronze Dragonet ever closer to the few Candidates still milling about on the Sands. His head and neck sway from side to side in time with a cadence only the Bronze can hear. First one possible lad and then another are inspected and passed by. No they will never do. Never live up to the fierce heart beating within his wood stained chest. Not one to despair the battle ready Viking sways onward with each well-placed step. Finally coming to stand before Nyjord. Inspection given. And passed. Wings of war snap to attention as he leans forward to claim his prize.

Private Impression Message

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Your head grows light as though your mind is floating away free of the constraints of space and time. The brackish scent of salt water wafts beneath your nose and the low rumble of waves seem to caress a distant shore. Moonlit night edges its way into your subconscious and the sounds of the Hatching Cavern fade away. The flap of sails are muted by the creak of wood rubbing against wood in your ears. No longer do the hot sands scorch your feet. Nay you are sailing through dark waters in search of new conquest. Only YOU are the conquest already won. « N'jord. Drekkarenth. » A pair of words. Simple, succinct, and yet filled with the contentment of a lifelong partner found.

Egg Inspiration


So much thanks to the SearchCo members of Southern's PC Clutch 2! The variety of unclaimed eggs allowed for true inspiration to strike and helped immensely while writing this inspiration!

Description Inspiration

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Knowing your love of the sea and ancient ships, I was struck by the idea of an overturned longship. Incorporating tidbits of legend with studied facts of longboat construction.

Name Inspiration

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Derived from Drekkar. The Norse ships used for raiding and plundering.

Mindvoice


Drekkarenth's mindscape is a vast and bottomless ocean, both beautiful and sometimes dangerous.

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A faint dizziness at first as though you are floating free of gravity's constraints. Gently giving way to the low rumble of waves lapping against a distant shore and fainter still the hint of a long forgotten song from some mysterious sea beast.

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When he is attempting to puzzle out a problem the steady creak of wood rubbing against wood will overlap the sound of the sea. The flap of cloth rustling in the wind has the gears in his mind turn. Below the surface are unstoppable currents moving unimaginable amounts of knowledge gained over the Turns. With your help he will better focus and find the solution he seeks.

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On the rare occasion that his temper flares the gentle ocean of his mind becomes a wind torn tempest. Crashing against your mind like waves thrown against rock with indomitable fury. His bugle of challenge will rend the night like a savage beast. Anyone he addresses will find their mind scored with a blast of salty sand.

Physicalities

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The longship is a remarkable vessel and a perfect fit for you N’jord! Commonly made from Quercus robur or English Oak; and Q. petraea or Sessile Oak.

"The king of the forests. This majestic tree may grow very old and big. The oldest oak tree in Norway is 1000 years of age. Oak is one of the so-called «noble» tree-species in Norway, that is, they are dependent on a warm climate and grow only in the southern part of the country."

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I attempted to tweak the idea of a war ship into something unique just for you. What could be more dizzying than the idea of looking skyward only to see the peaks of sail and ship?

Personality

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His competitive nature in the skies is slightly morphed when not giving chase to a lovely lady. Rather than compete against his fellows, he will drive himself to beat his own records. Always going that extra mile in Drills and PT to be a little bit better than he was before. This attitude will extend to you as well. He will give you never ending tips and encouragement on how to better yourself.

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A drive to protect his home will extend to every creature and person within the Weyr’s walls. Though he is hard pressed to explain it, he has a tendency toward compassion. He will go to great lengths to ease the pain or upset of a friend. And strong confidence in himself means he is not afraid to make a fool of himself to earn a laugh.

Flights

The desire is burning

in my flesh.

It is strong, unique

and consuming.

It tortures me

with a hidden yearning.

I want to experience endless,

surreal, life-changing nights.

I need them to spill

their poison all over

my skin.

I want to taste it-

long-awaited freedom.

I want it to provoke me,

to hurt me.

It is so sinful

to seek relief

through earthly pleasures.

Tonight. I am a sinner.

~Anita Krizzan~


When it comes to Green flights he can take them or leave them. To him it’s more about the exercise and thrill of the chase than actually catching in these flights. However if you should harbor an attraction toward a Green’s rider, be it knowingly or unrealized, he will give chase and put his all into winning that flight. You see he is a closet romantic. If he should get the notion that you would be pleased with the outcome of said flight there will be no deterring him.

The rising of a Gold is another matter entirely. Not even exhaustion, be it yours or his, will keep him from giving chase. These moments are less about the prize for him and more about the conquest. Competing and winning against his male counterparts. Victory is the prize he seeks!

But nobody can win every time right? For a beast this competitive in the skies a loss will be a huge hit to his pride. Leaving him sulking for a bit and questioning his manhood, beast hood?, his hood! Whatever name you give it he will be questioning himself. And when the funk is over look out! It will be time for harder drills and more exercise. Only being in top shape will give him the best odds in the next flight after all.

Thread

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Built for war upon an ancient enemy this beast is the epitome of power and grace. There is no hint of hulking mass or the lumbering slowness of his fellows. Light on his feet he might just manage to sneak up on you.. if it weren't for his sheer size that is. No doubt you will see this Bronze coming! Yet in the air his narrow length proves him to be the perfect fighting machine. Attacking the enemy with a ferociousness that is hard to beat.

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You will be hard pressed to get him to take a break while Thread still falls. So a sense of strength and determination would be useful to adopt yourself. He will no doubt argue that the fight is not over until the enemy has been vanquished. And only your insistence will convince him to rest when he needs it most.

Credits

Name: Sabina
Egg Desc: SearchCo members of Southern's PC Clutch 2
Dragonet Desc: Sabina
Messages: Sabina
Puppeteer: None
Inspiration: N'jord , Sabina, and unknowingly the SearchCo members of Southern's PC Clutch 2

Clutchmates:
D'tri (Dimitri) of Bronze Chorzeczoyth
Yules (Yulena) of Brown Desmeth
S'yn (Sytin) of Bronze Iaxryth
Maosa of Blue Osweith
D'cen (Daycen) of Bronze Raxsonath
Cerise of Green Jiamoth
E'don (Donner) of Bronze Qianvaelth
Kaia (Kapia) of Green Salanaith
T'ral (Taralde) of Blue Esanth