Dearest Zhaine - Zh’ain, now! It’s finally time for the torture to stop, now that you’ve had a name and a desc to contemplate since your Candidacy began. Such is the lot of an Insta! But now, here is your Josvikuth in all his cagey glory! - Onari

Zhaine’s Deceiver of the Gods Bronze Josvikuth

Trapped in an Icy Embrace Egg

Eerie and surreal, the smooth shell of this egg is encased in a blue-grey mist. Dark striations weave their way up from the wide, rounded base in skeletal fingers as they reach upwards towards the obscured sky. Each brittle finger-like branch lies thickly coated in a white-ice encasing, as does the winter-dulled greenery clinging to the ground and riverbanks edge. Said river rests as smooth as glass, not yet frozen, dividing the egg's shell almost in half as it runs between the strands of trees to a horizon obscured in fog. So calm are those steel-grey waters that they reflect the trees above them, creating a perfect mirrored duplicate below.

Hatching Message

A jolt from within, and the illusion of calm freezes and cracks. A bump, and Trapped in an Icy Embrace Egg tilts, cracked ice spider-webbing across the fogged steel surface. Then it shudders, and shell begins to calve away until the creature inside becomes more than it can bear. Splintering into myriad shards of cold white, the remainder of the shell shivers away, leaving a tarnished ball of bronze to unfurl gangly newborn limbs from way too much wingsail. Once righted, he stands defiant of his awkward state, creeling plaintively as wings boldly flare to declare his rightful presence amongst the glittering assemblage. The Deceiver of the Gods has come! Let all watch in wary wonder as he begins the prowl in search of the one who is his. Carefully. These wing things seem inclined to get in the way of a stately bearing.

Deceiver of the Gods Bronze Dragonet

Dragonet Desc: Lean and lanky, polished bright but battered from the slow, cold tumble of time is this handsome bronze fellow. Glowing wings drape along the regal curve of his painfully prominent spine, unwieldy and heavy in unclaimed majesty but gleaming with a mottling like gilded feathers touched by Rukbat’s rising. Evergreen shadows shroud his underbelly, shading rugged neck-ridges, wingspars, and the lengthy whip of steadily tapering tail while the darkling shine of antiqued gold gleams subtly upon dagger-keen talons in defiance of the darkness. Highlighted, too, are the sly, savvy lines of eminently expressive eye-ridges and slightly hooked headknobs, blending with the rosy sheen of matte bronze to create a charismatic countenance not to be overlooked.

Adult Desc: Athletic, streamlined, polished bright and keen from the slow, cold tumble of time is this handsome, muscular bronze, the regal, cape-like drape of breathtakingly broad wings gleaming brightly feather-gilded in the sunrise, lending the finishing touch to a near-classic draconic form. Evergreen shadows shroud his underbelly, shading rugged neck-ridges and wingspars and the lengthy whip of steadily tapering tail, while the darkling shine of antiqued gold gleams subtly upon dagger-keen talons in defiance of the darkness. Highlighted, too are the sly, savvy lines of eminently expressive eye-ridges and slightly hooked headknobs, blending with the rosy shine of mirror-polished bronze to create a charismatic countenance not to be overlooked.

Public Impression Pose

Aaaaand another faceplant! Really, this is getting tiresome. Deceiver of the Gods Bronze Dragonet snorts sand from his snout and grumbles, pointedly flipping and pinning feather-patterned pinions to his back as closely as he can. He stills, glowing scarlet eyes scanning the throng of white-robed humans before him calculatingly before he takes one more step…ah ha! There’s the man - the burly caravan guard with the thin mustache darkening his upper lip. Only one of such solid bearing will do for such a fine specimen as himself. He lopes into a bound, wings coming perilously close to coming unpinned before he stops, planted firmly before Zhaine, and bugles imperiously up at the Reika man, gaze glittering wonderingly. Look here! This is glorious purpose made manifest!

Private Impression Message

The bright, jeweled gaze grabs and holds you, melding sight and breath and heartbeat, overpowering. Wind rises swiftly through your mind, carrying the Sands up and around to engulf you. Suddenly it turns frigid, biting and chill, the sand fading white to a blinding blizzard. Wild, the storm whips around you, whining in your ears, tearing at your clothes, and the howling… O! The howling of fell winter’s wolves all around beneath the stark, cold heavens torn raggedly open to expose the glowing, rippling heart of a newborn sky. Ice cracks, water rushes and surges, flash-frozen to loom up mountainous and foreboding in the night. You are trapped in place, cold, helpless in the chaos of your mind rent asunder and joined by another… « Zhaine? » Ahhh, but there is the warmth, a touch upon your heart and consciousness, thawing, calming. « No, no. Zh’ain. » Change more felt than heard is his naming of you - his claim upon your life a brand upon your soul. « Zh’ain! My brother and my heart! Open your eyes! » Were they closed? They may as well have been, for now the storm and darkness part before you. The wind stills, the night fades…and the glorious gold of sunrise breaks over snow-capped peaks, shining upon frost-gilded forests and lighting glaciers and crystalline fjords to silvered mirrors. All is new! Aching beauty, enfolding joy, a love that lifts the heart and sets the spirit soaring, all made manifest before your mind’s eye and wrapping tightly around your heart. « I am Josvikuth, and we are together at last. » Oddly, the ground rumbles slightly underfoot. « But I must tell you I’m hungry, or we won’t get very far. » There’s so much to do, after all!

Description Inspiration

I tend to like to echo aspects of a dragon’s personality in their physical description, and Josvikuth is no exception! While you mentioned wanting him to sort of echo Zh’ain in being big, brawny and handsome…well. Zh’ain wasn’t born that way (though he might be inclined to say otherwise), and neither was Josvikuth. Like Loki, he has somewhat inauspicious beginnings that will be forged into something greater, and that includes in his appearance. As a newborn, he has a somewhat tarnished appearance that will grow brighter and more polished as he gets older. His coloring is meant to evoke the favored color scheme of the Loki we’re most familiar with from the MCU (bronze, gold, green, shadows) while also giving a nod to ancient Norse bronze artifacts and the forests and fjord-lands of Scandinavia at sunrise and sunset.

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Name Inspiration

Given the basis for your dragon as a whole, I knew I wanted to give him a name with meaning that derived from Scandinavian languages. I ran a lot of words through Google Translate, filtering them through Danish, Finnish, Icelandic, Norwegian, and Swedish.

In the end, the Icelandic translations struck me as the most intriguing to the ear and eye, not to mention the most conducive to giving you a name with an interesting letter combination or two. I latched onto an interesting turn of phrase that suddenly popped into my head - the concept of “cunning as a glacier”, which may seem like a contradiction at first glance. But bear with me!

You mentioned liking the idea of a Loki-like personality (which I immediately snagged) and a mindscape that reflected some sort of “slow-moving force of nature” to get across deep thinking, insistence on particular ideas, and the like. Loki is encompassed in the word “cunning,” which implies a quick wit. Yet cunning can also be revealed in the long game.

Take the landscape left in the wake of a glacier, for instance. A massive, imposing sheet of ice, thick and bleak and inexorable, is the slow sculptor responsible for the beauty of the fjords that Nordic coastlines are so famous for. But that beauty is hidden until the glacier’s deliberate work is finally finished, melting away to reveal something of unparalleled glory. It doesn’t look like it’s doing much until the end, and that is one way cunning might be defined - hence the concept of “cunning as a glacier.”

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Josvikuth’s name is a play on two Icelandic words - jokull, meaning glacier, and sviksema, meaning cunning. (Incidentally, the word svik means “deceit”, but that has a more negative connotation than I was going for. “Cunning” doesn’t have to be malicious.) In essence, it translates to “glacier-cunning” in my mind, and hopefully satisfies your like of interesting letter combinations with that sv connecting the first two syllables. I’ve been pronouncing it JOSS-vih-kuth and YOS-vih-kooth interchangeably, though the latter is more correct. Pick whichever you like!

Mindvoice

There’s no doubt that Josvikuth gives you a lot to take in from the outset. It’s a good thing the raw chaos of his mind didn’t last much beyond his naming of you, or you’d likely be insane already. Still, in that initial chaos lies hints of things you will see throughout your bonded life, and while his mindscape will stabilize over time, there will constantly be these intricacies that you’ll learn to read.

To begin, his is a mindscape of the raw, looming power and breathtaking beauty only nature itself is capable of. There are few places in our world that put this on display more than the fjordlands of Scandinavia - the dramatic, glacier-carved realms of water and land, ice and forests, dazzling sunlight and vibrant night-time auroras. In all of this, Josvikuth both relates his emotion and strives to remind you, his world-weary and often cynical lifemate, that there is much to live for and an abundance of beauty to be found and watched over.

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Is it a deliberate manifestation, or can he help himself? He may never let you know. It’s part of his cunning…and that cunning is often focused on you, Zh’ain, rather that others. In true Loki fashion, he is a master of mischief in his actions and words (more on that later), but you alone are privy to the depth of his slyness since you will most often be subjected to it. He knows he has found a challenge in you, and challenge you he will.

Did you really think that moment of being frozen in place when he looked to you was a one-time trial?

« Look, Zh’ain! Do you see how blue the sky is today? And do you feel how cold the air is? It’s the perfect day for running! »

» You don’t even know how to walk without tripping yet. «

« That’s beside the point! »

In his youth, the world will hold ceaseless wonder for him. It’s a genuine thing, manifesting in sunsets upon the fjordlands of his mind that turn the world to gold and sparkle so brightly off the glacier that dominates it that you might actually end up blinded at times. Flocks of birds will burst into ecstatic flight from the water or the trees, and every now and then the forests and mountains may echo with the brash, thrilling call of hunting horns.

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He’ll share this with everyone around him, but with all his heart, he wants you to understand it most. Excitement, joy, and victory are all held in the bright, beautiful day, though sometimes (especially when he’s older and calmer), the sky may also shade to night, the vibrant ribbons of auroras twining and dancing before the stars and setting his glacier aglow with soft electric luminance.

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That glacier is the centerpiece of much of his emotional expression. There’s going to be a lot of huge chunks breaking off it while he’s young, reshaping with the life lessons he learns. Some of them will be so big that you might start to worry, but you’ll eventually learn you don’t need to. They’ll usually happen in the wake of an important formative event, and that glacier will continually take on new facets and nuances of color as he grows.

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Sometimes fog will blanket the glacier, signifying his confusion over something. The more confused he is, the thicker the fog, and it may even descend down into the forests across the fjord. If that fog turns into outright cloudiness and snow starts swirling around, beware - it’s gone past confusion and right on into frustration.

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It might stand to reason that an outright blizzard would be the next logical step toward anger, but this isn’t the case. Anger comes in the form of earthquakes, causing cracks to form across the glacier’s face. The angrier he gets, the more violent the quakes, and such things way cause even more breaking away of ice. Anger can, after all, reveal some truths that remain a permanent part of us.

Josvikuth’s pain, whether physical or intangible, also manifests in earthquakes that will carry on until the pain subsides. Better learn to clamp down on your mindlink quickly, Zh’ain, or you may find your head vibrating with how much tripping over his wings he’ll be doing! Best get used to asking the Healers for something to help with headaches for a while.

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This particular aspect of his mindscape comes from the end of the Lokasenna (from the Poetic Edda) where, after a long quarrel with the gods, Loki is bound to a rock until the day of Ragnarok. A serpent hovers over him, its fangs dripping venom that his wife Sigyn catches in a bowl. When the bowl is full, she has to take it away to empty it, during which time the venom drips onto Loki himself and causes him great pain that takes the form of earthquakes due to the force of his agonized writhing.

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There are other emotions that pull focus away from the glacier - the ones he would really rather no one sees. The rare times he is afraid, he chooses to dwell in the forest at night, the eerie howling of unseen wolves and the flicker of predatory eyes in the darkness marking his uncertainty. (Wolves never signify anything good for Loki in legend; his son Narfi was changed into a wolf to add to Loki’s punishment at the end of the Lokasenna, while another of his sons, Fenrir, was born a wolf and…well, let’s just say he’s a major troublemaker until he meets his end during Ragnarok.)

Sadness turns the forest grey and misty, the slow dripping of water from evergreen boughs marking the heaviness of the air. Jealousy is also made known in his forests as well, the trickster coming out to turn the object of his envy roundabout amidst the looming pines to make them lost and disoriented and unsettled with the seemingly shifting paths and sounds of stalking animals.

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Of course, there will be plenty of times where he doesn’t want to share all this with anyone. He’s going to need plenty of one on one time with you, because even as you are responsible for shaping his path to adulthood, he will be working on reshaping your perspectives, too, like it or not. To that end, he will draw your attention to a glinting spire atop a mountain peak in the distance, and once he catches your attention with it, he’ll pull you closer and closer, a bird’s-eye view of the fjords unfolding beneath you until you rise above the clouds…and then you see it…

A great, gold-gilt mead hall, reminiscent of Valhalla - the hall, home, and fortress of safety for those who protect the realm.

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Usually he will pull you here amidst the atmosphere of sunrise or twilight, enfolding you in a cozy and richly appointed room lit by torches and dominated by a central fire. Here, you are beckoned to sit, ensconced in cushions with a breathtaking view of the fjords beyond peeking around the edges of flickering flames. It’s a quiet niche embedded in a place far larger and grander, but there is no danger of interruption, the promise of provision for all you need, a place to become unburdened or to sort through whatever needs attention…and above all, there is his presence, surrounding and penetrating you. It is the one place reserved for you and him alone, ensconced in absolute safety and warmth.

Physicalities

In his youth, Josvikuth isn’t going to look as noble and dignified as he feels for quite some time…but good luck telling him that. Sure, he’s handsome, but in a gawky, all-limbs sort of way until he grows into himself a bit more. Though clearly bronze, his coloring is that of tarnished, ancient hammered metal that’s been beaten about by time and the elements. There’s beauty beneath the weathering, but it will take time and patience for it to be revealed.

He shines, but it’s a matte shine - again, that tarnished quality that glows brightest where his body is more angular. And Zh’ain, he is angular, so much so that you’ll probably be very glad you won’t be riding him for some months yet. He initially looks like he’ll be painful to eventually mount - a very prominent spine and neckridges that look rather too tall and closely-spaced to fit between are the most striking things about him. He’s all corded sinew beneath that shadow-shine hide of his, and there may be times you worry he’s not eating enough.

Eventually, however, he’ll fill out admirably, becoming athletically muscular and brawny (but not bulky). It will be gradual, the rounding out of angles and the growth of muscle…but one day you and everyone else will look at him and find that he looks exactly, classically, like he’s supposed to, as though he’s transformed overnight. His coloring will suddenly be gleaming like something newly wrought, his shadows more like those found in a deep, verdant forest rather than a result of the tarnish of age.

Despite the lankiness of his youth, he’ll have an uncanny, regal confidence to all his movements that absolutely nothing can thwart…except for one thing: his damned wings.

A sudden squeal and a leathery thump draws every eye toward Josvikuth’s couch as a faint tremor of earth and harsh shimmer of sunlight upon glacial ice flashes through your mind - and those of his clutchmates. He picks himself up quickly from a heap on the floor at the edge and flicks his wings out before carefully folding them to his back.

« Just making sure you all were paying attention. » Because it was deliberate, of course. « Carry on! »

Oh, those wings. They really are things of beauty, even when he’s young. He likes to show them off, because there’s a lot to them, and the pattern that dominates looks a great deal like shimmering layers of gold and bronze feathers. (This is a nod to the Thrymskvitha from the Poetic Edda, a story at the beginning of which Loki asks Freyja if he might borrow her feathered cloak to fly to Jotunheim in order to search for Thor’s missing hammer, Mjolnir.)

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But they’re big for his size. When he’s first shelled and for several months after, they’re too big, framing him almost like an over-opulent cape. If he isn’t careful how he folds them, he invariably ends up getting some part caught underfoot and will go tripping and falling all over himself. So much for that noble bearing! This will either embarrass and anger him (brace yourself for lots of mental earthquakes) or have him acting like he meant to do it. Just keeping you and everyone else on their toes. It’s part of his job.

He’ll grow into them as he gets older, reaching close to the right proportion overall by the time you’re ready to take your first flight together. However, they’ll always seem a bit too broad. While this might cut down on his agility, they’ll allow him to glide for days.. Therefore, the energy saved will grant him impressive endurance in flight, likely making him eagerly sought after by the upper wings.

Personality

“Deceiver of the Gods”, as you may know, is one of the epithets Loki is known by in Norse mythology. Since this is the case…just how much trouble have you suddenly become attached to, Zh’ain? Well, let’s find out!

From the start, Josvikuth will indeed show himself to be a creature of sly cunning, very clever (though not always as clever as he thinks he is), and prone to a tongue that can be alternately sharp and silvered. He is very seldom actually malicious, but there is a constant air of mischief about him that, even when he’s gotten good at concealing it, will garner him a constantly wary regard from his clutchmates.

In his youth, that mischief will be quick to make an appearance. In the way of many small children, he will act out to get attention - casually stepping on someone’s tail, nipping a bit of meat from in front of a clutchsibling when they’re not paying attention, and the like. Josvikuth also has some vanity to him. He’s a bronze, after all, and well aware of it. (Remind you of anyone?) He’s worthy of respect, and if he feels it’s not being accorded him…well. He just might get a little snippy. In fact, for a while, one might say he’s petty.

« Zh’ain, why aren’t we at the front of the line for meat-chopping? I’m starved! »

» We didn’t get there fast enough. «

« That’s no excuse! I’m bronze; that should ensure we’re ahead of everyone else. »

Good luck getting across to him that life doesn’t work that way. Yes, dragons do operate in a natural hierarchy of hide color, but given that Weyr hierarchy (save for Weyrleader) is largely subject to the whims of men rather than dragonhide, you’ll need to learn to temper his arrogance so that his tendencies don’t cause endless headaches.

When he feels slighted, he likes to start arguments and watch the fallout. This may be between dragons or people, depending on who he’s decided has done the slighting, and while he’s the catalyst, he always begins things on the sly. Perhaps he’ll cause something important to a lesson to go missing, or hang a snippet of gossip in a clutchmate’s ear. The results are highly entertaining for him…until he’s found out and it comes back to bite him in the rear. He won’t exactly repent of his actions when this happens, though. They’ll just serve as motivation for him to get better at hiding his involvement. He gets a kick out of the challenge. The question is, will you be encouraging him, or trying to rein him in? Hopefully one or two punishments will have you preferring the latter course of action.

As he gets older, this will serve a greater purpose. He’s a dragon of quiet ambition, wanting the best for you and his clutchsiblings…and by extension the Weyr. Of course, the best for you and “his” is the best for him as well, so this ambition is as selfish as it is for what he perceives as the greater good. If he finds that a well-placed deception or piece of information will highlight a deficiency in someone else, making room for those more capable (namely you and him), he won’t hesitate to take advantage. He’ll just end up plotting and biding his time until the perfect moment arrives.

His desired path to the best outcome is not always going to be the expected path, nor even what is generally accepted as right. It will be up to you to decide what you agree with (particularly when he’s mature) and what you’ll need to wrestle him onto a smoother path over.

Though his devious side will always be memorable, he definitely has his light aspects. The wonder with which he regards the world at large grants him a stout and brave heart, and the possessive protector in him will do all it can to preserve it. This protectiveness makes him a jealous guardian of you above all, Zh’ain - something that will extend to everything and everyone you identify as yours once he’s old enough to accept that maaaaaybe you aren’t the world within the world all on your own.

While proud in his youth, there will come a point when he will suddenly realize that pride has its shortfalls. It will become clear to him that in order to lead well, hearts and minds must be won, and that cannot come about by relying on his looks or his hide alone. Indeed, he may discover this on such a level that he will challenge your pride. For the longest time, you and he may be kindred spirits in the knowledge that being ruggedly handsome is the shiz, but where your vanity may work well for a shorter sightline, he will come to understand it has its limits where long-term ambition is concerned…and he will test you.

In this, his true nature as deceiver comes out. It isn’t deceit with ill intent. He’s simply trying to get you to move beyond the man he Impressed you as. After all, Impression is a huge change in and of itself, but there is a lot of the old you left, and he wants to poke at it. Josvikuth’s cunning where you’re concerned will almost always take the form of words designed to make you question, think, and sort the solution for yourself.

« Zh’ain. You really must give more than a grunt for your answer. »

» It’s all they need. «

« True in this case, I suppose. The extra chores don’t seem to be helping you find time to work on our straps, however. I’m sure they’ll learn to translate your grunts into explanations by the time first flights come around. »

And yes, he’s going to be an ass about it like that. Enjoy the bickering that is likely to ensue.

As he grows, he is also going to push you more and more to trust - something else he may come to realize the value of quicker than you do. Paying such great attention to the world as he does, he’ll find out that letting others in provides more opportunities to be taken advantage of as well as the chance to gain another perspective. He wants this for you as well, Zh’ain. He’s well aware of the guards you throw up (except in the presence of a few) and wants them…not necessarily gone (because healthy suspicion in some things is good), but definitely lessened. Lack of trust reduces the world to a sphere of limited perception, and his efforts to get you to branch out and take risks with yourself in that regard will increase the older he gets. He wants you to reach your fullest potential, and as he discovers what behaviors and habits are limiting for himself, he’ll be pressing you to shrug those things off your own shoulders as well…provided you haven’t done so already.

Throughout his life, Josvikuth will also display a keen sense of humor. When he’s young, it will be of a darker, more crass sort that will refine itself with age. Add to that a fierce loyalty to the other metallics and stronger chromatics in the clutch, plus a knack for charm, and you have a dragon whom everyone wants on their side even with how wary they’ll be of him. It’s a strange dichotomy of charisma and cunning. No one will ever really know exactly where they stand with Josvikuth, except - unlike the Loki of both myth and the MCU - in his loyalties. Selfish and ambitious though he may be, his devotion to you and to the Weyr are unflinching.

Thread

Thor: I wish I could trust you.

Loki: Trust my rage.

- Thor 2: The Dark World

Josvikuth’s take on Thread is simple: it is the Destroyer and so must be destroyed. It threatens all that he deems his, and for that, it earns his rage.

He will fight viciously, but not in the manner of a berserker. His is a calculated fight. As though you don’t have motivation enough to stay alive already, he will be making sure you know drills and formations and flaming techniques inside-out, backwards, and upside-down - and all at once, if need be. You must be the best in your knowledge of battle. He will not settle for less.

If it garners you both some praise, all the better. He wants to be the hero, you see…but he will not be the one to do something foolish in order to gain the shiniest, flashiest glory in battle. Staying alive - and keeping what is his safe - is the greatest victory. While this may seem at odds with his selfishness, it’s really not. There’s no greater gift to the world than a handsome bronze and his equally-matched rider, after all.

Flights

Given Josvikuth’s silver tongue, it’s little wonder that - once he’s mature - he’s a smooth-talking flirt. However, his interest won’t be blatant. He admires from a distance, draws the ladies in with his charm and subtly seductive posturing, but isn’t overt in his overtures.

It’s going to be difficult to know if and when he’s interested in chasing, so cool will he play his attentiveness to a glowing hide. Eventually, you may pick up on the fact that he seems preoccupied with the golds at various times of the Turn, which will at least tip you to be wary. He won’t get that way with many greens, but who knows which of them will catch his eye?

Basically…he chases on a whim. His interest in golds, at least, will be predictable, but his eye for greens won’t.

In the aftermath, he is generally considerate of what the lady wants (stay, cuddle, leave, OMG-get-away-from-me, etc.)…above what you want in the aftermath, Zh’ain. If his catch wants him to stay, but you’re not inclined…tough. Find your own way home! Or wait. He’ll be along eventually.

Should he end up siring a clutch, he will be proud and watchful…but restless. Sure, he’ll Sands-sit and do whatever his gold mate needs, but he’s not one to sit and brood over his progeny for candlemarks on end. He’ll want to be out and about as much as he can, despite his loyalty to the mother of his children.


And there, Zh’ain, is your Josvikuth. He is all yours; what’s written here is meant to be a set of guidelines to play him by, so move him through life however you wish. I hope you love him as much as I’ve loved writing him!


Clutchmates:

Nasrin and In The Act of Creative Destruction Gold Rajakhelath
Ma'kin (Makilian) and Paragon of Pure Perfection Bronze Muzhestvennyth
Brynn and Crawling Forest of Thorns Green Diavath
Chelsa and Behind The Wall Of Couture Green Kuramaeth
Divale and Drinking a Pina Colada at Trader Vic’s Brown Lukoith
Moanna and Stormborn Skull In the Desert Green Maeveth
R'ku (Rakouzo) and Molten Spirit of Intellect Bronze Kabelkath
S'rae (Esirael) and Stallion of the Telgar Steppe Bronze Wovocyth

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