Sytin (S’yn)’s The Realm Unseen Bronze Iaxryth

Sytin… S’yn now! We hope that you have come to enjoy Southern Weyr as much as we have come to enjoy you! We can only hope that you have as much fun with Iaxryth as much as we had fun making him! We look forwards to seeing your growth with Iax, and cannot wait to see the trouble you two manage to get into with one another!
— Bailey, Nathanael, Nika

Clutching Pose

Is it hot in here to anyone else? Do dragons sweat? Dhiammarath glistens in the faint light, though by now a few helpful (or nosy) residents of the weyr have strung glowlights over the vast expanse of the Sands: they are pleasingly reminiscent of Dhiammarath's own lantern-light, and they reflect back the potential of the ages: one that burns colors as bright as the sun, another resplendent in cream and gild, and a third that is as mindful of deep waters as the weyrleader's bronze.

Thrice and Done Egg

Lemon it be, or butter, or cream; and medium, middling, and average. If such a thing were to be sly-eyed, deceptive, with sweet cunning… if such a thing were feasible, or possible, or even conceivable, from any bound! Quiet it lies, so silent, nascent; amidst unhatched brothers, shelled sisters, siblings-in-wait. Merrily light, happily luminescent, beautifully brilliant… but such a thing is only a facade, a whimsy, a thrice-spoken glamour. Verily!, should it be spoken, the truth of the thing; verily!, so pronounced the agenda; and verily! is it done, for darkness lies at the heart and in the soul, a sweet soulful promise of thrice-sworn truth: decadent desire for destruction.

Hatching Message

Thrice and Done Egg shifts in the sandy wallow Dhiammarath has so nicely carved out for it. Once… twice… thricely does it wiggle, almost toppling with each shudder. Only after the third iteration does the shell crackle away in long shards, remainders of the shell rising in a powdery mushroom-cloud of egg-dust and goo. In the remains does the inhabitant cower, one head tucked under a wing: Faranth oh FARANTH, is the exploding over with?! Slowly that wing shifts and a narrow head peeks out: wait, it isn’t the end of the world? Oh, well then. A brief inventory of physicalities: talons, tails and wings accounted for; well then. Head jauntily turns to the heavens and he moves out from the crater of his eggshell, only to fall flat on his face. He … meant to do that, really.

The Realm Unseen Bronze Dragonet

Behold, the brassy brilliance of charisma, the coppered confidence of bourbon: behold a sparse frame and burnished hide mere lodgment for the soul within. Seek not the cumbersome weight of armored dreadnoughts, for he lies not overburdened by physical imposition - t’is comedy that cants the angles of his headknobs, and intellect that draws heavensward his brow. Angular are the lines of his frame, cut sharp as if designed especially thrift with provision to bulk, but spendthrift for vivid veneer. An arcane glow suffuses the underlying mahogany of hide, exalting it far beyond mere copper or brass to the triumphant glory of aureate titian. Superior, the swiftness of sleek sails coined new-penny copper; exultant the high sweep of citrus-tipped neckridges; hallowed the autocratic lines of osseous face, insolence incarnate. Time as told claims measure in the weathering of slim-built paws tarnished brass and the spoilt-bistre sweep of concave underbelly, but touches not the triumph of skyborne wings, unsullied. Indeed, scintillating motes of incandescence gather at the points of mainsail and trailing edge, coruscating in paired double-helixes that seem unwontedly cheerful. These ageless inscriptions wind each about a single mote of pulsar-blue, as if wards set against entropy’s inroading darkness.

Public Impression Pose

The Realm Unseen Bronze Dragonet is now fully recovered from his faceplant, and thus he moves forwards. Talons dig into the sand, and there is only a moment to look back — but the past is the past, is it not? And the present is now. Critical regard is given to the offerings arrayed. A tall lad from the mountains is veered around; no, not you, son. An inquisitive sniff of a quiet Nabolese, white-faced; no, he won’t do, either. Wind and whimsy turns the bronze about abruptly, unerring in his steps to stop precisely before one of the youngest on the sands: his tail wraps around the dark-headed Smith boy’s ankles, and his eyes gaze upwards, seeming to glow in the golden moment of Impression.

Private Impression Message

They say that eyes are the windows to the soul. Strange, then, that you find yourself suddenly facing a row of windows, covered with thick coverings floor-to-ceiling; whatever might they look into, Sytin? Where have you gone, where the soft thump of heavy doors close off the chaos of the Sands? Crackling of a fireplace gleams hedonist pleasure of aesthetic upon tall bays of bookshelves: more information than the mind could ever possibly comprehend lay spread out, a tantalizing display of wealth in pure intellect. You are not alone. « S’yn, » comes the sudden sound, and doesn’t it EVER sound as a complaint? « You took long enough. » It’s always a complaint with Iaxryth, isn’t it? A complaint or a wise-crack… « You may be fattened up as a hog but I’m hungry! What’s a guy got to do to get something to eat around this joint? »

Egg Inspiration

Most old legends seem to have a pattern of things being spoken, or asked, or answered thrice before they are-and-done, before they are truth or enacted. Modern authors often attribute it to the myth of the fae and the sidhe courts, but the thrice-pattern is far broader than Celtic origin… there is just something magic, after all, in things issued thrice.

Theme Inspiration

Location, location, location. That is everything, as they say, in real-estate and hand-grenades. What? They don’t say that? Well they SHOULD say that. It’s true, though. When we decided to run Legendary eggs as our clutch theme, it only made sense to pair it with dragonets borne of Legendary Places.

It was a no-brainer for Iaxryth. The Nevernever of Jim Butcher’s The Dresden Files incorporates an ingenious amount of the incorporeal… but perhaps it is corporeal on the other side. Across to the Realm Unseen. Or perhaps only across to the Unseelie Realm, but we won’t say that too loud around Iax — would hate to see the poor boy get ruffled. Thankfully, Aevryscienth is long gone, else he would have lived every day in fright… but we’ll get to that later.

The Nevernever. Heaven. Hell. Hades. The Faerie Courts. Private demenses. So many things occur within the realm within the books, it almost seems exasperating to consider where to start. Or where to end. Perhaps we’ll take the quick route of the Ways throughout the location and call it even — as quick as one can say apartum.

http://dresdenfiles.wikia.com/wiki/Nevernever

Description Inspiration

Iaxryth was, to put it lightly, fun to describe. He is a golden-copper bronze, much like Bob’s eyelights, and angular as homage to his typical skull lodgings. Whereas Qianvaelth has the autumn fire and Chorzeczoyth the decayed rust of forgotten metal, Iax is the light and the brilliance, and he will shine as perhaps the most physically gorgeous creature of the clutch — to certain eyes. Specific inspirations for him:

The base mahogany of his hide:

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And his golden-copper overlay above it:

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A very light-and-slight build in homage to Bob’s status:

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And of course the wards at the points of his wigs, keeping those little dust-motes of Evil!Bob contained:

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Name Inspiration

Sytin. S’yn, now! You picking your name doubtless was less of an agony than us picking the name of your Iaxryth. It took days. DAYS. We had our letters. We had our words. And none of them, none! were working to our desire. In the end, as you know now, we picked Iaxryth. It just seemed right: vowel-heavy, a little mysterious, and with a killer meaning.

We first had the Gaelic words “Críonnacht”, wisdom, and “Achida”, smart brother. Not that he is necessarily the wisest of brothers… but perhaps that smart-ass brother that always wisecracks! Then we added in some Bob-specific flavor with hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia. In case you aren’t IMMEDIATELY familiar with that mouthful, it is the name of the phobia wherein one is afraid of the number 666. Given Bob’s particular thoughts regarding certain inhabitants of the Order of the Blackened Denarius, we felt it was imminently appropriate.

Mindvoice

Iaxryth’s mind is incredible. Deep-paneled wood and candlelit books… rows and rows and shelves and shelves, tremendous amounts of information tucked away everywhere. He has expansive halls, his own personal library that will spill out from that very first moment of Impression.

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And from that very first moment of Impression, it will be …. impressive, pardon the pun, and perhaps more than a bit daunting. Overwhelming it will be: stories and stories of books and parchment and hide, indexed into Iaxryth’s personal taste. It will take you turns, S’yn, to figure out exactly how he does it, and even then, you may have to ask T’ral for advice, as your fellow weyrling may be the best to approach for such a thing.

The rich expanse of books and leather and soft skin-on rugs littering the hardwood floors sprawls ever-onwards; indulgent whimsy given at every corner, hedonist pleasure in both aesthetic and textile appreciation. There isn’t a thing that he hasn’t thought of, Iaxryth, and not a thing he could not provide — but books he has, and the broad warmth of fireplaces warm and cozy; and every so often the shining brightness of windows opened, though such a thing be rare and treasured.



As Bob’s skull in Ghost Story, there will never be a hedonistic pleasure missed in the expanse of his excessive mindspace. S’yn, you may feel distinctly out of place wandering around, and perhaps in this you could reach out to Maosa — if you could get the wildling to give you enough time to speak of such things, that is, which if so would birth a new conspiracy theory for Osweith for sure — as her lifemate shares labyrinthine mental traits. But eventually you will find it: that spot in his mind that he has made for you, just for you, where the shared coziness of a life and mind and soul and heart shared will enwrap the pair of you like a warm blanket… or perhaps the buzz of an alcoholic beverage after an especially trying day.

The ceiling rises to dome far overhead, vast and vaulted: so many shelves stretch into the darkness, into the shadows far above! The information… all the information that comes so easily, hoarded so carefully, put away in lieu of a space to enjoy the simple pleasure of cohabitating with his lifemate. With you, S’yn.



This private nook of the library houses that fireplace, the most reclusive place where executive playboys retire with their closest allies to discuss money and fame; to enjoy the rich pleasure of leather chairs overstuffed for comfort, taste the tang of expensive cigars and the crisp burr of fine brandy. This is a spot for conversing, for relaxing, and make no mistake about it.

This is the world of the intellectual playboy, and while S’yn will not understand it at first — he is, after all, a youngling of twelve at the time of his Impression and thus far, far unready for a great many of Iaxryth’s idiosyncrasies — he will certainly enjoy it to the extent that he can understand it. It is a decadent place, and in certain ways this mindscape will prove the breaking point from the road-on-which-he-was and the road-on-which-he-will-be: because make no bones about it, this mindscale — and Iaxryth — changes completely whatever plans you may have had for S’yn.

This mindscape of Iaxryth’s, cause of so much divergence for future plans, is a place of excess: excess of knowledge, excess of pleasure, excess of comfort. S’yn will spend many a night here, relaxing in the midst of Iaxryth’s mind — perhaps relaxing too much, as the wealth of luxury will make it hard to leave at the best of times. Dresden never had anything quite like this — or even saw anything like this until fully exploring the grandeur of the White Council’s headquarters. Needless to say, a mindscape like Iaxryth’s is a mindscape that invites a personal introduction to the dark side.

Especially early in weyrlinghood when S’yn is first getting use to it…. it is so inviting: the sink-into leather chair, the crackling fire, and the tingling warmth as the smoothly-biting brandy slips down the back of the throat….

You’ll never have to leave the barracks to find a reason to stay up well past curfew, and until you grow accustomed to the idea this is your new home, to tread down the long halls and pick through his volumes of books, forever, there will be many weyrling classes you have to fight to stay awake during.

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Inversely, while his mindvoice will be a place of comfort for those he likes, it will be a minefield of infinite discomfort for those he does not. If there is a dragon or rider who annoys or picks on either of you… for them, it will often be like being in the posh club house of a place they will never be good enough to get into. Snobbery is the name of the game, a proverbial turning up of the nose for those not good enough to pay their dues. He will wield this clumsily at first, as his nature doesn’t run into excluding, but it will grow especially after reaching his full maturity at two turns and he starts fine-tuning the processes of himself.

The flavor of his actual voice is baritone and animated, flowing and silk-smooth like a spell tripping off the lips. He can be a dragon of many words, or few well-placed ones; he debates easily but without wounding those he speaks to. Like an ivy league frat boy, he is both charming and eloquent, also content to just sit back and enjoying the scene.
Sitting out under the stars with you will cause him quiet, become introspective, the fire crackling as his curiosity is piqued.

« Do you see the stars, S’yn? » The fire crackling in your mind wraps you in warmth, which even your heavy winter jacket can’t provide. « Do you think we could get one of those? The ladies would love it hanging over my couch. »


Physicalities

Fresh-hatched, Iaxryth will stand out in certain ways simply because his physicality runs contrary to his bronzen brethren. Out of all his clutchmates, he will most closely resemble Osweith: there is a similarity in the simplicity of sleek build, though he is not quite so long in proportions. His isn’t the bulk of Qianvaelth or the bony strangeness of Chorzeczoyth, or the handsomeness of Raxsonath: he is the slender one, lightly-built and agile with angular aesthetic.

He will forever be a small bronze: there isn’t any getting around that particular fact. Where he lacks in the strong build of his clutchmates he shines, however, on the gleam of his hide. He will be the only one to vie against Qianvaelth against most glorious coloration, though he is goldwashed to his larger brother’s autumn embers. This hide of his will also go through similar shiftings of colors, though Iaxryth’s is generally spanning from gold-streaked brass to platinum-riveted sunlight. It will genuinely appear, then, that his hide is two separate tones, one drifting over the other — almost as if the bronze gene showed up late to the party, and he was originally set as a large brow. The mahogany undertone to his hide is gorgeous, rich and thick like fresh-brewed klah spiced liberally with cinnamon, while the bronzen overlay remains aureate and shimmering.

Aside from those common jokes about him being the latest hybrid of coloration, he’ll mostly only draw admiration. He’s an attractive dragon, Iaxryth! Very pleasant to look at. However… what is pleasant to look at requires a tremendous amount of upkeep: far beyond the upkeep requirements of his fellow clutchmates. From a very young age you will find out, S’yn, that Iaxryth has one of the most sensitive hides to ever hatch upon a dragon. The dragonhealers will likely have to find you specially medicated oils to soothe that which is so easily inflamed or chapped, and some tinged with numbweed as the least bit of scratching will cause his hide the most distress.

Given this, he’ll be… fun to be lifemated with, Sytin, for the duration of weyrlinghood. He will require in his own way just as much attention as some of the others demand — not because he has any intention of getting into any trouble without you (serious Qianvaelth, where is the fun in THAT?) or because he can’t figure out where his limbs are supposed to go (Chorzeczoyth needs to do more pilates, obviously)…. but just because he will be prohibitively time-consuming. Oiling and itching and feeding and cleaning… this last one most of all, because for the same reason that sensitizes his hide so will he require the gentlest of soapsands.

« You act as if this is something different than all the other times we’ve done this, S’yn. »
» I just thought that maybe today you’d finally be normal. «
« If I was normal, do you REALLY think I would have picked YOU? »
» … I meant your HIDE, smartass. «
« No, genius, really? »
» It’s not my fault you puff up at the slightest thing. «
« Maybe it would be EASIER if I was just bone, but that would be.. improbable. »



That’s right. He’s not a skull. He’s a REAL LIVE boy! … boy dragon. With that said, his upkeep WILL slacken off in demands as he grows older, adolescence and hormones somehow providing whatever it was that he missed out on as a baby. Adolescence will also show a great deal of other things, including a gradual shift of his way-of-going.

See, fresh-hatched Iaxryth is a bit clumsy. Not anything crazy, but enough to trip over himself every now and again, unused to the length of tail that flails around after him. It will take a bit for him to figure himself out, and when he does figure it out, he’ll be in the air. Something about the thermals surrounding him, lifting him higher… something about that will just trigger a greater understanding of how he fits with the world around him.

In the air he will flow and float rather than fly, hovering easily with great backdrafts of backwinging that will appear so effortless. Like lights out of Bob’s eye-sockets, he’ll move with a boneless grace that defies the fact that for all that he’s a small bronze, he’s still one of the largest creatures on Pern.

As the Nevernever changes, so will you find a certain unpredictability to Iaxryth. As an adult, the only hailing of his childhood hide adventures will be a tendency of his to reflect the very weather: at high humidity, Iax’s hide will take on the smoothness of a baby’s skin, pure and silky. On dry days he’ll have a tendency to flake, so extra oil — and perhaps even a touch of the medicated sort — will be required to keep his durable hide from cracking.

If you can keep him from cracking, that’s half the battle, for Iax will never cease moving quite enough to tolerate oiling terribly-long when he’s reached his full maturity. Just as Bob is always restless to leave his shell, so will Iaxryth be fleet-footed and possessed of a wanderer’s heart. Whether it be flying in the moonlit crags of the air by himself, or braving the dawn sweeps with you by his side, he’ll engage in these wandering behaviors shamelessly… and beautifully.

It is for this reason that Iax just moves: moving to enjoy the movement, unlike some of his fellow clutchmates that move with purpose or with restless energy. He keeps himself in motion, and whether it be by thermal or land or by sea, Iaxryth will draw attention to himself. There just is a certain seamlessness to his motions: the wind is indeed his element, and his grace reflects the lightness of a breeze.

++++ Personality
Oh Iaxryth. We won’t tell you how close we were to naming him Bobeth, though that is a story for another time. How could we not deliver on your desire for a quirky, slightly inappropriate dragon love? We wove the most memorable parts of Bob- his humor, his trickster ways and devolution towards being lazy together, and created the Pernese version of Bob as your Iaxryth.

Iaxryth is a jester, a heckler, a saucy mouth-runner. He is entirely incorrigible, fearless in the face of most faces of authority (except for Khalyssrielth — she scares the CRAP out of him as only a queen of winter could; we trust you get the reference), and irreverent with easy, glib sayings that some Pernese would find completely sacrilegious, or just downright… dumb/hilarious/dumb. Don’t look at us… it just comes with the territory.

What’s up, boss?
Evil’s afoot.
Well, sure… because it refuses to learn the metric system. Otherwise it would be up to a meter by now.

- Harry & Bob



S’yn, we hope you’re ready to be a mother for a space, because when Iaxryth first comes out to play he’s going to need just that. Awkward in both mind and body, your Iaxryth is going to need you to show him what needs to be done, and exactly how to do it. He’s not that dragon that comes out sophisticated and intelligent from the start: he is a dragon that works for every nugget of knowledged he gleans. The one thing he will know how to eat right off the bat — well, other than smartmouthing all of your inner monologues — is how to eat. And boy will he EVER eat. You’ll have to teach him the knack of cleanliness when eating, and even more awkwardly, the social norms of where not to put food. Tired yet? Because these are just the start of skills that must be painstakingly taught to your young bronze. Once he has it, he has it, but he requires or than a single learning trial for him to really get the knack of it all. It isn’t that he’s STUPID. It’s that he’s too damn smart for his own britches. Thankfully, he’ll learn quick enough once he’s moved past a certain spot, but the first few months will be especially rough for you, Sytin. You’ll quickly find that sometimes, you just have to let him make the mistake on his own… before he’ll really master a few ambiguous (to him) issues.

« I don’t see why you need to carve off chunks for me to eat, S’yn. It’s just extra work that you’re creating for yourself. »
» You’re not big enough to strip off pieces yet. «
« What do YOU know? I think I could just fine. »
» Oh? Well, then. Go for it. Here’s the carcass. «
« … *after a try or five* …. okay, maybe you have a point. »



Don’t turn your back on Iaxryth for a moment in these early days. Just as human babies cannot be left alone or they’re getting into to something, your little draconic one will be just the same. He seeks to understand everything, large and small… perhaps ESPECIALLY small. Those tiny objects — like your shoes, Sytin, or even a leftover toothbrush or perhaps even that favorite tunic of yours — will be the source of MUCH consternation, as Iax will demand to know how each and everyone one is made. How is he supposed to understand the universe when he can’t figure out how the weavers make those infernally smooth hems?! As a baby, his first and primary mode of learning how things are made is generally speaking just dissecting them. That’s fine when it’s nonessential leather, but the first time he destroys a table just to try to know how the beams come together underneath it, you’ll likely have a lot to answer to — to both Ja’kai and Aaron alike!

He also is just a little — just a little — obsessed with YOUR items, Sytin. That favorite hammer? A chew-toy for Iax when he goes through a particularly itchy teething bit. Sometimes you’ll SWEAR that it is only the expensive things that you own that he goes after. And Faranth forbid that Chorzeczoyth ever ‘procure’ any of these things of his that he has appropriated from you… though more often than not it will turn out exactly this way, as just as a distracted kid he’ll wander away from toys half-played with. Come ON, S’yn, there are things out there so much more shinier that catch his attention!

» Iaxryth… have you seen my shoes? «
« Shoes? What shoes? »
» Iaxryth. You had my shoes a minute ago. «
« Do you mean those leather things? DID YOU KNOW THAT THE LEATHER IN THEM WAS ONE PIECE?! »
» … *facepalm.* «



Every group ends up with the ‘older’ siblings, and the ‘younger’ siblings. Your Iaxryth? He’s the youngest in this group, especially as he’ll forever be lumped in with his fellow bronzes and is just cut simply from a different cloth… especially in weyrlinghood. Like Bob before he found his skull, he drifts through the program of life with wide-open eyes and perhaps a streak of mischievousness that is just a TAD wider than the norm. For weyrlinghood, he’s that bratty little brother that INSISTS on captain-obviousing everything and making the lamest jokes that… will almost turn into hilarity just because even Osweith will come to question exactly what’s going on in Iax’s juvenile brain.

// We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.

He’ll long to be as independent as Qianvaelth, but he’ll be too busy tripping over himself trying to impress Jiamoth to really focus a great deal of time and energy in being the aloof, sophisticated sort. Because HONESTLY who doesn’t want to impress Jiamoth? In… a great deal of subjects he shares brainspace with Raxsonath, and so he will likely forge a strong bond with that particular clutchbrother. Watch those two, though, because Raxsonath is full of grand ideas and your Iaxryth might just end up following through with a plan that will get both of them into trouble. His excuse, and it will be a legitimate one, is that well… it wasn’t //his
idea!

» What possessed you to go out into the jungle alone? «
« Well… Raxsonath said he saw something that might be fun to chase. »
» If Raxsonath wanted to jump off the cliff, would you do it too? «
« Is this before or after we learn how to fly? »



Dragons tend to have an exceptionally short memory, and your Iaxryth will not be exempt from this. Unlike Bob, with his centuries upon centuries of perfect memories, Iaxryth will forget events as frequently as any dragon would — though his particular mode of forgetting is unique. Memories will go sepia-toned and then black and white, greyscale, until they are the dusted bones of stick-figures. It will doubtless be hilarious and alarming the first time he reaches desperately for the last shards of memory regarding a particular thing, and STICK FIGURES pop up into your memory to re-enact whatever-it-is he’s forgotten in the first place.

Just as Bob lives in the moment, so does Iaxryth focus very solidly upon the present. He’s not one to get annoyed over much — not truly annoyed, though you will find him getting irritated at ‘those dumb ethical issues’ that you get twisted into. Unless he’s in the moment of passion, he’ll move on swiftly. Your explanations of why you’re upset will only befuddle him and he’ll wonder if perhaps you’re just making a too big a deal out of things - after all, he can’t remember (or maybe grasp) what was so bad about it.

« I don’t know, it doesn’t seem that big of a deal to me. Can’t we just go check out the sunning greens? »
» He hit her! We can’t just let that go! «
« Of course we can! Raxsonath is out in that upper field saying he found a weird looking goat. Let’s go! »



This healthy disregard for morals could make him vulnerable to suggestion, but in the end, Iaxryth is a dragon of Pern and thus firmly aligned with good. Sometimes he won’t really understand WHY, but there it is. Iax is an incredibly emotionally stable dragon, and his shorter-than-normal memory will power that. Think Dory: he’ll remain happy, perhaps through ignorance, but at least that means that you won’t have to deal with him wallowing through melancholy or brooding on the nature of Thread… especially in the aftermath of casualties. Where other dragons may succumb to misery, Iaxryth will be able to sail smoothly out of sadness and get back to the job at hand… even if that job is just cutting fun at how hopelessly inept you are with the ladyfolk.

“Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.”



You’ll work hard for all the goals you hit with your bronze, S’yn, and while Iax may trail the pack when it comes to training, he’ll come out of weyrlinghood fighting fresh and prepared as any could ever hope to be. Along the way, don’t be surprised if he is infected by the oldtimer mentality — it could be furthered by the fact that Osweith is really freakin’ cool, or maybe because the weyrlingmaster is a greenrider, or just because he doesn’t get the whole hubbub about color… but once he graduates, Iaxryth won’t have any problems going into a wing that is lead by a chromatic. As a matter of fact, he may GLOAT over that fact, because it just means he has even more reason to be lazy.

» I don’t understand. You’re a bronze! Don’t you want to lead? «
« Why would I? Do you know how much WORK they have to put in on doing all of that? Ilayth is making sense, shut up and listen to her. »



Oh, laziness. Iaxryth will enjoy the simple pleasures of life - a tasty runner beast, a soft place to curl up, long trips out to the beach where he can swim in the ocean and scope out the shiny green babes. If it is possible for him to get out of a duty, he’ll do his best to do so. It’ll only be through your pushing that Iaxryth will finally push himself just a little harder. Pushing, pulling, cajoling, and yes, even BRIBING. Sometimes you may have to exhaust all possible avenues of reasoning with the bronze, and resort to bribery to get him to fully exert himself.

“Oh. Damn. This is one of those right and wrong issues again, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, one of those.”
“I’m still confused about this whole morality thing, Harry.”



Iaxryth loves jokes. Moreover, he loves jokes at your expense. Even after he has grown out of the fascination with stealing your things, he still will do it, just to get a rise out of you. Those straps you were working on? Be prepared to have to search through the nest Iaxryth has made on his ledge. Taking a bath in a lake rather than at the weyr? Yeah, better keep a close eye on your clothing or he’ll hide them. The pranks will not stop there though - Iaxryth will develop a keen skill of knowing exactly what to say at the right time to embarrass you… especially if you are trying to impress a particular girl. Sure, she won’t hear it, but that’s not saying that you won’t… and it won’t induce a blushing reaction.

“I just wanted to let you know you are probably the prettiest girl I know,”
« He means you have big tits. »
» Iaxryth! «
« Well, it’s true. You haven’t stopped staring at them since you started talking to her. »



In your own defense, Iaxryth will be absolutely pervy on fair-faced greens and golds alike… but mostly greens. They are so PRETTY and SPRITELY and LOVELY, S’yn, (and it will no-doubt irk him to be so small in reference to the stately golds… not to mention, he is way too lazy to go about siring no clutch, come on). Enjoy his daydreams about the loveliness of Jiamoth. There will be quite a bit of them.

And while you’ll have to have the patience of the gods to put up with him, Iaxryth and you will always be tight. It’s happen in the quiet moments of night when he’ll shed the goofy persona and let you know exactly how he feels.

« S’yn? You know, maybe I was wrong.. »
» What’s up? «
« I don’t think you were staring at her tits after all. You were staring at her lips. »



All joking aside, Iaxryth will be your emotional shelter when everything else spins out of control. He prompt you to talk to him and be open about how you are feeling. Talks with him will last late into the night, and he’ll do his best to make sure that you walk out of them feeling better than when you entered. S’yn, you are his brother in more of a sense then blood: you are his other half and he’ll set aside any teasing to make sure that you are emotionally healthy enough to stand up to anything that life will throw at you.

As a side note to this though, Iaxryth isn’t going to keep you from getting hurt in the first place. His childhood will have taught him that sometimes falling flat is the best way to learn something new, and he wouldn’t keep you from that learning experience for the world.

However, he’ll be there afterwards to pick up the pieces… and make fun of you along the way.

“As in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'?" The skull howled with laughter. "You just got your ass handed to you by a nursery tale?"
"I wouldn't say they handed me my ass," I said.
Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. "That's because you can't see yourself," he choked out. "Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass.”

- Bob & Harry, Small Favor


Flights

Iaxryth, Iaxryth, Iaxryth. It goes without saying that a dragon themed subtly on Bob would find flights perhaps the most interesting thing to ever, ever, EVER happen in his life. As in the rest of him, however, Iaxryth will take his damn fine time to get around to noticing that greens and golds exist other than to be aesthetically pleasing.

First, S’yn, you will have to grow up. What is that, you say? Well, frankly, even a pervy Bob dragon wouldn’t press a thirteen-year-old kid into flight sex, and Iaxryth just won’t go there. As a matter of fact, he won’t chase at ALL until S’yn is well past his point of maturity — that being fifteen on Pern. It isn’t to say that greens and golds won’t interest him, it’s simply that he knows that you are not ready, S’yn, and he will intuit exactly when you become, as they say, legal.

“You're supposed to be a spirit of intellect. I don't understand why you're obsessed with sex."
Bob's voice got defensive. "It's an academic interest, Harry."
"Oh yeah? Well maybe I don't think it's fair to let your academia go peeping in other people's houses."
"Wait a minute. My academia doesn't just peep -"
I held up a hand. "Save it. I don't want to hear it."
He grunted. "You're trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You're insulting my masculinity."
"Bob," I said, "you're a skull . You don't have any masculinity to insult."
"Oh yeah?" Bob challenged me. "Pot kettle black, Harry! Have you gotten a date yet? Huh? Most men have something better to do in the middle of the night than play with their chemistry sets.”

- Bob & Harry, Storm Front



One thing this does mean is that Iaxryth will be able to define a classic obsession with the feminine physique in a rather familiar way. He’ll demand that you buy all the sketches of lovely dragons that you can get your hands on, S’yn, and he’ll oggle them just as much as he oggles the lovelies sunning on the beach. While waiting for you to be mature enough to handle the emotional toll that flights bring, he will likely DECREASE in maturity, just because … because he’s Iaxryth, and he doesn’t need to be mature, thank you very much.

“Epic sex?" I sputtered. "By what standards, precisely, is sex judged to be epic?"
"And tons and tons of mortal simps like you used as pawns." Bob sighed happily, ignoring my question. "There are no words. It was like the Lord of the Rings and All My Children made a baby with the Macho Man Randy Savage and a Whac-A-Mole machine.”

- Bob & Harry, Ghost Story



Once those floodgates open, S’yn? You better be expecting to get some action. He’ll develop quickly enough an appetite for the chase and not for a moment care about how inconvenienced you feel. Are you taking an important message to High Reaches for the Weyrleader, and need to get back right away? Too bad, that hot little sagebrush number just gutted a runner. You’re stuck. Hopefully you can find someone cozy to hook up with to bleed off your own needs!

This isn’t to say… that he will necessarily be a winner from the beginning. As in all things to do with Iaxryth, he’s just slow. It may be because he’s too worried about getting in the best-timed snarky comment, but whatever the case may be, it will take you some frustrated nights before he gets the swing of what makes the womenfolk tick. In fact, his first few flights may be due to greens getting sloppy: up until then, don’t expect your bronze to actually get much satisfaction. Eventually it will dawn upon him how to go with the flow of flights, but until that realization comes to rest between his canted eyeridges, we’ll just wish you sympathies with all the numbers of cold showers you’ll doubtless be taking, S’yn.

A loss will not send Iaxryth into a downward spiral though. He’ll shrug it off as just bad timing and move on with whatever he had been doing before — just like he moves past EVERYTHING. «Hey, it’s not like she won’t rise again later! » he might say, not at all caring if you have found someone cuddly to be with. Winning however, will be a totally different issue. When he does win you won’t hear the end of it till dragonic memory makes the memory fade. He’ll chatter endlessly to you, and anyone else who will listen, of his victory over the vixens.

If he ever does manage to catch a gold, once he finishes bitching and moaning about how this is going to infringe upon his laziness… he’ll turn out to be a surprisingly good clutchfather.

Thread

“Bob, would you be willing to take on Evil Bob?"
Bob's eyes darted nervously. "I'd … prefer not to. I'd really, really prefer not to. You have no idea. That me was crazy. And buff. He worked out.”

- Bob & Harry, Ghost Story



When Iaxryth rises to fight thread, you’ll notice a subtle shift. Perhaps not the first time, nor even the second, but pay close attention to your dragon during these times. During and right after Threadfall Iaxryth will rise above his lazy exterior. Thread will be something very special to your dragon, but not in a duty borne, fearful way. A twisted perversion will slowly creep up in his mind, a desire to fight thread. Over time, the desire will become closely akin to an addiction, and the thing your Iaxryth desires above all others.

It is the sight of the black threads that will begin the shift. His attention will focus, and his thoughts turned harder. Hold tight to your control him at this point, for his desire to be in Thread will cause him to break formations regularly without your firm hold.

Style will matter much to your Iaxyrth as he dances with death, breathing in the intoxicating scents of skyward battle. He will eskew ::between:: as a proper method to avoid thread, skipping only when necessary to cool the tinge of heat when Thread breaks free of the dance to leave long scores down his hide. For ::between:: numbs the senses, and where is the thrill of dying thread that is not commingled with ash?

His body will twist among clumps as he chooses with precise care exactly which lumps to char, preferring those which are tightly packed to those which can easily be scooped up by those below. For Iaxryth is not greedy, he’ll take his hit and leave some for those others who join him in the dance. The smell of firestone mingled with ash is his addiction, his need. But not just any ash- for the drills of dead rope and dye will not bring out this need for more. Only the taste of charred thread, seared by his own breath will feed his desire.

When the fall ends your Iaxryth will leave the skies only reluctantly, his laziness set aside just for this time. No matter how tired you may be, Iaxryth will quickly volunteer you to seek out the edges of the fall for perhaps, and just maybe, there may be more thread to char into a smoky ash.

Only you would notice that during the periods immediate thereafter Thread, those blue dots on his wings seem to pulse brighter, eerily bright and… almost moving.

Scent

Your Iaxryth smells strangely for a dragon — of melted candlewax, perhaps scented before with honeysuckle or jasmine, but now just faintly-sweet with the afterburn of having been burnt. A touch of acrid smoke is contained within that homely scent… very much how we expect Bob’s shelf would smell, if someone were to take a trip down into Dresden’s basement.

Numerology

For Southern’s first cycle, Bailey and Hannah wanted even the dragon’s dbref # to have meaning. Not only is it a ‘special’ number (often referred to as ‘magic’) in how easy it is to type, but this time we strategically chose a number that reflects some aspect of the inspiration. Oh Sytin. Your dragon has an extreme fear of the number 666. So, OF COURSE, we had to give you the dbref # of #8668. Your Iaxryth will always be plagued with the number 6… but hey. At least it’s only TWO 6’s, right??

Osweith, of course, would swear that another 6 lurks in there somewhere!

Song

The Lazy Song - Bruno Mars

Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
I'm gonna kick my feet up then stare at the fan
Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants
Nobody's gon' tell me I can't
I'll be lounging on the couch just chilling in my Snuggie
Click to MTV so they can teach me how to dougie
'Cause in my castle I'm the freaking man
Oh yes, I said it I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all, (hoo hoo) (hoohoo) (hooooo) nothing at all
Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some P90X
Find a really nice girl, have some really nice sex
And she's gonna scream out
This is great
(Oh my god, this is great)
Yeah, I might mess around
And get my college degree
I bet my old man will be so proud of me
But sorry paps, you'll just have to wait
Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
No, I ain't gonna comb my hair
'Cause I ain't going anywhere
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I'll just strut in my birthday suit
And let everything hang loose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all
hoohoo hoohoo oooo
Nothing at all
hoohoo hoohoo oooo
Nothing at all


Credits

Name: Bailey, Nathanael, Nika, Nora
Egg Desc: Bailey
Dragonet Desc: Bailey
Messages: Bailey, Nathanael, Nika
Puppeteer: Nathanael
Inspiration: Bailey, Nathanael, Nika

Clutchmates:
D’tri (Dimitri) and bronze Chorzeczoyth
Kaia (Kapia) and green Salanaith*
Yules (Yulena) and brown Desmeth
T’ral (Taralde) and blue Esanth*
Maosa and blue Osweith
D’cen (Daycen) and bronze Raxsonath
Cerise and green Jiamoth
E’don (Donner) and bronze Qianvaelth

Harper’s Tale 66th Clutch
(New) Southern Weyr’s 1st PC clutch
Hannah’s Gold Dhiammarath x Th’seus’ Bronze Vossuth
October 17th, 2013