Post by Onyxaeon on Jan 18, 2009 0:45:35 GMT -5
Dragons:
Gold, Brimstone||Tempest, Bronze||Solar, Brown, Chrome||Blue, Dusk, & Green.
NOTICE: Pics are only available for certain dragons, as they were what was used to be go on for appearance. Apologies.
Brimstone
Brimstone dragons are queen rank, and will only Impress a heterosexual female. They throw Gold sized clutches, most of the time, with an occasionally larger clutch every now and then because of all that Riosian lingering around the sands as a stimulant. They are roughly Emerald sized generally around 45-50 feet, with a very rare few breaching those borders. It all depends on how much Riosian the previous mother was around while harboring the eggs and how much the egg itself was exposed to. On occasion, even, some Brimstones will sneak away before rising to snatch up a chunk or two of Riosian to increase their clutch sizes. How they know they will not suffer long is a mystery, as most living were not around for the first outbreak of the addiction, and the stories are not told to dragons or passed between riders.
Brimstones have a thick, yet oddly soft, scaled hide, each scale coated with an ashen hue that looks as though the dragon has bathed in the remains of a great fire. That great fire hasn't fully died out yet, though, because along the dragon's head, down its neck, and then in spare patches here and there, their hides are aglow with the never fading embers. Black ridges, usually following in three rows, settle along their shoulder-blades, a single, very small row, trailing down their spine, another series of three columned ridges along the base of their tail, two single trails curving around their flanks, and then slight bumps along their back thighs that may or may not also touch the heels of some queens. Be wary of these blunt, stone like protrusions, because they carry the capacity to hurt just as badly as any spike when given the force. Their wide wings are soot black with a vaguely reddish tint, their tails spiked with four curved up barbs, two on each side, and two perfectly straight horns rest atop their graceful heads. A smaller 'crown' of spikes mantles the space in-between the two main horns, and a much smaller one with a series of four or five horns sit in front of those. Their maws are angled, with a spike at the end of the snout and just under their chin, perfect for thrashing about. All in all, a very prickly beastie.
Their temperaments are that of the fire that spawned their nesting grounds; Brimstones are realists, and horribly bitter about the harsh truth of the world. They are unbearably honest and direct, and wouldn't dare to deal in lies. At least there is one saving grace for them, or maybe a few more. Persistent to the death, the word 'no' does not exist for a Brimstone. They'll go through hell and back to prove that something can happen if given enough willpower and, though they may disagree with what you say, they will fight to the death your right to say it. They are temperamental, violent, and demand respect of those around them regardless of the rank of the other dragon. They are overbearingly protective mothers, devoted to their Mines, and all in all aggressors willing to pick a fight out of sheer enjoyment of a scuffle. They impress to heterosexual females only.
Tempest
These males are king-ranked and range from large brown to small gold sized. They Impress mainly upon heterosexual males, but an Impression upon a bisexual is feasible and does happen from time to time. They are the largest males in and of the Weyr, and they know it well.
Their hide's base color is a dark, indigo-tinged gray with mottles and swirls of varying shades of true-gray all over. Some may have veins of white on their hides like lighting arcing through a stormcloud; this is more common on the wingsail and face. Their name stems from this, even, as they have the perfect hide coloring for flying through dark storms and disappearing without so much as a trace of evidence.
These kings are arrogant, and rather self-centered. They are blindingly intelligent, though, and fast thinkers for such self absorbed creatures. They are proud and quick to anger, but their temper fades quickly and they are horrible at holding grudges, which is truly a blessing in disguise. Their moods are mercurial most of the time, though not Green-like so as to seem hormonal and moody, but rather always of a different train of thought. Not a short attention span, but a short like for being in the same situation twice. In general, to friends, they are light-hearted and jovial, playful and mischievous. Toward those they don't like, they are cold and distant, sometimes even actively violent. Best to stay on their good side, even though snarkier beings exist in Solainoti.
Solars:
Solars are thoroughly healthy Brown sized, with a rare few managing larger, and Impress male, generally. They tend to have the mindset males, like themselves, will be easier to coax into competition, though examples of female Solar riders exist sparingly. Their hides are a complicated swirling of a golden orange-yellow, with no variation aside from the fact that every Solar has a different set of striped pattern across their hide that is usually a very bright white-yellow. It is distinctive, each entirely different from every other Solar's, and oftentimes, Solars identify each other by those markings. How, no one quite knows, but it is very useful when performing drills or flying through thread fall. Along their jawline, several spikes jut out, those closer to the end of the jaw larger and those nearer to the front shorter. Aside from their hide and these jaw spikes, they are fairly normal looking...Right? Well, no. They are, what would appear, terribly disproportional. Their tails are too long, limbs too awkward and lanky, build too lithe or bulky, and wings far too large. Oddly, this pulls together perfectly, though not for the younger Solar weyrlings. No, they are always tripping over themselves and their various limbs and more often than not have to be carried off the sands with cuts, bruises, and even some small wounds from stumbling into rocks and accidentally landing on another sibling and causing a fight. Once they grow out of that clumsy stage they tend to be rather cynical, curt creatures. They are rarely if ever impressed by anything, and often give the aura of being dull and distant. Were it not for the fact that they are rash, impulsive daredevils they would be. A word to the wise; don't ever challenge or dare a Solar to do anything. You'll lose your marks and then have to listen to the boastful aftermath when they prove you wrong and fly circles around you in dizzying turns and dips.
This picture is used for the base idea of a Solar's pattern. Not their actual colors.
www.flickr.com/photos/7792937@N05/571796738/
Chrome
Chrome dragons are only female and Impress females, though once in a blue moon, a chrome may choose to bond with a homosexual male. They are middling blue to large brown size, and often have brown-like proportions to support themselves and their sometimes stocky bodies. Their hides are a dull medium gray, darker and without the metallic sheen that Silvers possess, and they all bear a form of mantling mane of thin, cartilage like material that begins under their jawbones and wraps around the base of their necks. Their clawed feet also share this feature in between each toe, and the thin, though resilient, material folds against the hide during flight, flaring out like a frill lizard when the Chrome is irritated or to create a turn in mid air without using their their wings. Because of this, they have unbelievable stamina for their size, and can fly for long distances if they catch those lovely thermals.
Chromes are not easy to teach, though by no means unintelligent dragons. They are close-minded, rebellious, judgmental, ill-tempered, misanthropic, jealous, and generally unpleasant. Not very dangerous, though, since underneath the arrogance they are quite cowardly. They're pretty much all bark and little to no bite, but if one knew nothing of Chromes, oh the joy that could be found in seeing their tempers before the dragons settled down and realized who was bigger! It is unwise to put a chrome in the same wing as a dragon equally stubborn or truculent, because the Chrome will inevitably get into trouble in some way, as they seem to like to pick fights and then back down.
Chromes, like Brimstones, are not rendered sterile by firestone because of the Riosian in their systems, absorbed through the egg and from their parents. They can re-absorb the embryos into their bodies to prevent the clutches from maturing before they are even laid. A Chrome will only lay eggs if the Weyr is low on population, because they dislike having to tend their clutches. The clutch size is usually half that of a gold's clutch, but if the Flight is especially good, they can throw queen eggs out of a smaller clutch than usual.
Dusk
Dusks hatch as either gender, and Impress indiscriminately. Often seen as the Reds of Talune are viewed, though with no affectionate nicknames to separate genders. They are ranked with Blues, and are roughly large green to large blue-sized, with more Blue-like proportions and Green agility in the air. Their hide's base color ranges from indigo or navy near the spine to dusky teal at the paws. Some have sprinkles of silver-white on their backs or heads like stars, or splashes of a more gold or rosy color on their paws. They are twilight dragons, and fit in perfectly when flying against the background of a fading sun for all their shades.
In temperament, Dusks are quite sedate beings, rather different from the rest of the Weyr's dragons. Calm and level-headed, most are nigh on unflappable, and generally very easy to please. They dislike confrontation, but have the sense to see it for it's worth, and follow orders by the book unless told otherwise. They tend to be a bit distant to strangers and don't make friends easily, but once you befriend one they are undyingly loyal and nurturing.
farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2725350628_ceffe405d6.jpg
Gold, Brimstone||Tempest, Bronze||Solar, Brown, Chrome||Blue, Dusk, & Green.
NOTICE: Pics are only available for certain dragons, as they were what was used to be go on for appearance. Apologies.
Brimstone
Brimstone dragons are queen rank, and will only Impress a heterosexual female. They throw Gold sized clutches, most of the time, with an occasionally larger clutch every now and then because of all that Riosian lingering around the sands as a stimulant. They are roughly Emerald sized generally around 45-50 feet, with a very rare few breaching those borders. It all depends on how much Riosian the previous mother was around while harboring the eggs and how much the egg itself was exposed to. On occasion, even, some Brimstones will sneak away before rising to snatch up a chunk or two of Riosian to increase their clutch sizes. How they know they will not suffer long is a mystery, as most living were not around for the first outbreak of the addiction, and the stories are not told to dragons or passed between riders.
Brimstones have a thick, yet oddly soft, scaled hide, each scale coated with an ashen hue that looks as though the dragon has bathed in the remains of a great fire. That great fire hasn't fully died out yet, though, because along the dragon's head, down its neck, and then in spare patches here and there, their hides are aglow with the never fading embers. Black ridges, usually following in three rows, settle along their shoulder-blades, a single, very small row, trailing down their spine, another series of three columned ridges along the base of their tail, two single trails curving around their flanks, and then slight bumps along their back thighs that may or may not also touch the heels of some queens. Be wary of these blunt, stone like protrusions, because they carry the capacity to hurt just as badly as any spike when given the force. Their wide wings are soot black with a vaguely reddish tint, their tails spiked with four curved up barbs, two on each side, and two perfectly straight horns rest atop their graceful heads. A smaller 'crown' of spikes mantles the space in-between the two main horns, and a much smaller one with a series of four or five horns sit in front of those. Their maws are angled, with a spike at the end of the snout and just under their chin, perfect for thrashing about. All in all, a very prickly beastie.
Their temperaments are that of the fire that spawned their nesting grounds; Brimstones are realists, and horribly bitter about the harsh truth of the world. They are unbearably honest and direct, and wouldn't dare to deal in lies. At least there is one saving grace for them, or maybe a few more. Persistent to the death, the word 'no' does not exist for a Brimstone. They'll go through hell and back to prove that something can happen if given enough willpower and, though they may disagree with what you say, they will fight to the death your right to say it. They are temperamental, violent, and demand respect of those around them regardless of the rank of the other dragon. They are overbearingly protective mothers, devoted to their Mines, and all in all aggressors willing to pick a fight out of sheer enjoyment of a scuffle. They impress to heterosexual females only.
Tempest
These males are king-ranked and range from large brown to small gold sized. They Impress mainly upon heterosexual males, but an Impression upon a bisexual is feasible and does happen from time to time. They are the largest males in and of the Weyr, and they know it well.
Their hide's base color is a dark, indigo-tinged gray with mottles and swirls of varying shades of true-gray all over. Some may have veins of white on their hides like lighting arcing through a stormcloud; this is more common on the wingsail and face. Their name stems from this, even, as they have the perfect hide coloring for flying through dark storms and disappearing without so much as a trace of evidence.
These kings are arrogant, and rather self-centered. They are blindingly intelligent, though, and fast thinkers for such self absorbed creatures. They are proud and quick to anger, but their temper fades quickly and they are horrible at holding grudges, which is truly a blessing in disguise. Their moods are mercurial most of the time, though not Green-like so as to seem hormonal and moody, but rather always of a different train of thought. Not a short attention span, but a short like for being in the same situation twice. In general, to friends, they are light-hearted and jovial, playful and mischievous. Toward those they don't like, they are cold and distant, sometimes even actively violent. Best to stay on their good side, even though snarkier beings exist in Solainoti.
Solars:
Solars are thoroughly healthy Brown sized, with a rare few managing larger, and Impress male, generally. They tend to have the mindset males, like themselves, will be easier to coax into competition, though examples of female Solar riders exist sparingly. Their hides are a complicated swirling of a golden orange-yellow, with no variation aside from the fact that every Solar has a different set of striped pattern across their hide that is usually a very bright white-yellow. It is distinctive, each entirely different from every other Solar's, and oftentimes, Solars identify each other by those markings. How, no one quite knows, but it is very useful when performing drills or flying through thread fall. Along their jawline, several spikes jut out, those closer to the end of the jaw larger and those nearer to the front shorter. Aside from their hide and these jaw spikes, they are fairly normal looking...Right? Well, no. They are, what would appear, terribly disproportional. Their tails are too long, limbs too awkward and lanky, build too lithe or bulky, and wings far too large. Oddly, this pulls together perfectly, though not for the younger Solar weyrlings. No, they are always tripping over themselves and their various limbs and more often than not have to be carried off the sands with cuts, bruises, and even some small wounds from stumbling into rocks and accidentally landing on another sibling and causing a fight. Once they grow out of that clumsy stage they tend to be rather cynical, curt creatures. They are rarely if ever impressed by anything, and often give the aura of being dull and distant. Were it not for the fact that they are rash, impulsive daredevils they would be. A word to the wise; don't ever challenge or dare a Solar to do anything. You'll lose your marks and then have to listen to the boastful aftermath when they prove you wrong and fly circles around you in dizzying turns and dips.
This picture is used for the base idea of a Solar's pattern. Not their actual colors.
www.flickr.com/photos/7792937@N05/571796738/
Chrome
Chrome dragons are only female and Impress females, though once in a blue moon, a chrome may choose to bond with a homosexual male. They are middling blue to large brown size, and often have brown-like proportions to support themselves and their sometimes stocky bodies. Their hides are a dull medium gray, darker and without the metallic sheen that Silvers possess, and they all bear a form of mantling mane of thin, cartilage like material that begins under their jawbones and wraps around the base of their necks. Their clawed feet also share this feature in between each toe, and the thin, though resilient, material folds against the hide during flight, flaring out like a frill lizard when the Chrome is irritated or to create a turn in mid air without using their their wings. Because of this, they have unbelievable stamina for their size, and can fly for long distances if they catch those lovely thermals.
Chromes are not easy to teach, though by no means unintelligent dragons. They are close-minded, rebellious, judgmental, ill-tempered, misanthropic, jealous, and generally unpleasant. Not very dangerous, though, since underneath the arrogance they are quite cowardly. They're pretty much all bark and little to no bite, but if one knew nothing of Chromes, oh the joy that could be found in seeing their tempers before the dragons settled down and realized who was bigger! It is unwise to put a chrome in the same wing as a dragon equally stubborn or truculent, because the Chrome will inevitably get into trouble in some way, as they seem to like to pick fights and then back down.
Chromes, like Brimstones, are not rendered sterile by firestone because of the Riosian in their systems, absorbed through the egg and from their parents. They can re-absorb the embryos into their bodies to prevent the clutches from maturing before they are even laid. A Chrome will only lay eggs if the Weyr is low on population, because they dislike having to tend their clutches. The clutch size is usually half that of a gold's clutch, but if the Flight is especially good, they can throw queen eggs out of a smaller clutch than usual.
Dusk
Dusks hatch as either gender, and Impress indiscriminately. Often seen as the Reds of Talune are viewed, though with no affectionate nicknames to separate genders. They are ranked with Blues, and are roughly large green to large blue-sized, with more Blue-like proportions and Green agility in the air. Their hide's base color ranges from indigo or navy near the spine to dusky teal at the paws. Some have sprinkles of silver-white on their backs or heads like stars, or splashes of a more gold or rosy color on their paws. They are twilight dragons, and fit in perfectly when flying against the background of a fading sun for all their shades.
In temperament, Dusks are quite sedate beings, rather different from the rest of the Weyr's dragons. Calm and level-headed, most are nigh on unflappable, and generally very easy to please. They dislike confrontation, but have the sense to see it for it's worth, and follow orders by the book unless told otherwise. They tend to be a bit distant to strangers and don't make friends easily, but once you befriend one they are undyingly loyal and nurturing.
farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2725350628_ceffe405d6.jpg
