Lets :: Raluka ~^~ Junakyth :: Fly

[Lyrikitty]

All around the world statues crumble for me
Who knows how long I've loved you

Weyr: Zhivhiri
Name: Raluca
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrunner
Age: 24

Put your arms around me baby
Put your arms around me baby
I just wanna fly

Appearence: Raluca is an oddity on Pern, with hair a shade that is hardly seen, and eyes that reflect the frozen world she lives in.

Her hair is a deep red cascade of soft waves and gentle curls, falling to just past her shoulders and generally tamed into a runnertail or braid. Not that she has to worry about it being tabled in flight, for she rides a Frost. She does have to contend with wind anyway, for the daredevil she is bonded to is prone to incredible stunts that leave both dragon and rider winded. In the sunlight her hair comes alive, gleaming with health and leaving highlights of softer hues racing through the silky strands. She has been tempted several times to shear it shorter, however in the end it remains it's length. She's a shade too attached to it, and proud of the rarity, to cut it short just for ease.

Her eyes are a bright, striking, light gray. Her gaze has been likened to a sheet of ice, beautiful and dangerous at the same time. Bold challenge is one of the most predominant things seen reflected, however notes of mischief and playfulness are ever-present. Rimming her intense eyes are sooty lashes and above are expressive, arched brows. Her brows are contrantly moving when she is talking, her expressions almost comical at times because of it.

Her skin is fairly pale, not white but not tan, as most of her time is spent sitting with her bonded while they stand guard. The only things really notable on her are the tattoos she carries. Her backis the scene of scrawling list of names, all of them beautifully scripted and in black. All of them related to her and killed by unfair circumstances. At the nape of her neck starts another tattoo, dripping down her shoulders and framing the list of names, as well as spilling over her shoulders, down her chest, and across her stomache. None of it is thick or unattractive, in fact it looks delicate and feminine. A close inspection shows it to be made of flowers and vines, with small spots of color depicting the blossoms and the vines left in a simple black.

Raluca is not tall or short, is not fat or skinny. In fact, build-wise she is remarkably average. A thin layer of insulating excess covers her body, but it's scarcely noticed. In reality it only does enough to cover her muscles and make her figure look delightfully feminine. Her bust is well rounded, and she'd much prefer it to shrink. A gentle curve denotes her hip, the transition into shapely leg an easy one. Overall she is a stunning beauty, and a prize for the Weyr to hold.


Personality: Raluca is a level-headed individual who has a bit of a wild streak. For the most part, she's calm, collected, and bright. She has an easy smile and a welcoming attitude, the sort of person who makes friends with everyone. Despite having suffered a great deal of loss in her life, she still manages a wonderful attitude and a surprisingly optimistic view of the world. Perhaps this is because life in Zhivhiri is so isolated from the rest of the world and there is so little bad influence on them, or perhaps it's because she is simply that kind of person.

Her temper is no worse than that of a spring rain, so light you sometimes don't even notice it, and gone almost as quickly at it came. When asked about this she simply shrugs and says she doesn't want to spend her life being bitter with the world or anyone, when there's so much more to do that's so much more fun. Fun is a big factor, too. For someone so down-to-Earth as Raluca, her wild streak is intense. She doesn't cause trouble for others, normally it's restrained to stunts with her Junakyth.

In dealing with others she is fair and listens well, a highly sociable person who enjoys company. The hours spent on guard don't always agree with her, and perhaps it is from this that her daring streak was born. Prior to Impression she wasn't a thrill-seeker in the least, and even through her weyrling turns she wasn't bad, only after she started sitting in front of an entrance for hours on end with very little to do did she or Junakythstart looking for a bit of excitement in unorthidox places.


History: Raluca was not born into the Weyr, but instead to Coast Hold. From birth she was surrounded not nly by a beautiful home, but a large and wonderful family as well. With six siblings, and being born somewhere in the middle of that mess of youngsters, it was hard to keep track of her. Not that she ever needed it. From the moment she learned to toddle along on unstable feet, she never caused a problem. Most of her siblings were wild, running all over the Hold and causing the typical trouble that kids will cause, however Raluca would spend vast hours just watching everyone, or talking the ear off an adult should one happen across her path.

As a youngling she was imaginative, if not very rambunctious. The Hold loved her, along with her siblings, for most of them were born with hair similar, though none so vibrant, as her's. It was hard not to find a fondness for the small army of auburn-haired children. When her older siblings started to consider what they were going to become in the future, Raluca wanted badly to tell them what she wanted. Naturally she was ignored for a time, and she huffed ightily for weks over this. She had seen the dragons of Zhivhiri Weyr only a few sparce times before, but from the moment she saw them, Raluca knew what she wanted to be. A dragonrider. She wanted to share the exciting decision with her family, but every time she tried they laughed and ruffled her hair. Who would take a child of six turns seriously about such a thing?

Four turns later, she was asked seriously what she wanted to do, and the child crossed her arms and defiantly looked at her parent. "I want to be a dragonrider." She said it with such dedication, they were hesitant to tell her she could never be such. She didn't, at the time, understand everything that went hand-in-hand with being a rider, nor did she understand that to even have a shot, one of the Weyr's Searcdragons would have to seek her out and take her away. All Raluca knew was that she wanted to be one of them. Her parents tried to explain it wasn't very likely, but Raluca simply crossed her little arms and stubbornly diagreed. It was decided she might as well be allowed to think this, and so instead the question was rephrased. They asked what she would like to do if she didn't want to be a dragonrider. A dragonhealer was the prompt answer.

It seemed the little girl was absolutely determined to have something to do with dragons, for each question asked resulted in the answer having to do with dragons. If she wasn't to ride one, she was intent of being a part of their lives and being as close as she could.

Raluca, to the utter shock of many, was Searched at the age of twelve, and the little girl smugly told her parents and siblings that she was going to Zhivhiri Weyr and she was going to Impress to a dragon and be a rider. She stood on the Hatching Sands many times, each one going the same as the one before it. Stand there, look in awe at the little dragons as they stumbled off to find their person, and then leave whenit was all over with. It was disheartening for the young red-haired girl, but she kept up a determined hope, simply shrugging off each failure and telling herself that next time she'd be greeted with success. When she wasn't on the Sands or raptly attending lessons, she was busy exploring the vast Weyr, or at least the parts she was allowed into.

She was finally found suitable to a hatchling when she was seventeen Turns old, having waited for five Turns for that moment. She was standing idly on the Sands, most of the Hatching was already finished, and it was looking like Raluca would leave this one alone as well. Things were changed rather promptly though, as a remarkably small Frost burst out of her shell and hauled arse to the female candidates, her wobbley legs an unsteady blur and she seemed eternally on the precipice of tumbling to the ground in an ungainly mess. At the moment the inevitable happened, Raluca had started to move aside to give the Frost her room, only to find the hatchling splayed on her in a most uncomfortable fashion, her mind filled with the most wonderful sound in all of Pern. Oh Mine! You were supposed to catch me. The last bit sounded much like a petulent child who'd been spurned, though such things were forgotten as the Frost realized she had not given a name. I am Junakyth, and you are Mine!

After much fawning over her new life partner, Raluca called out her Frost friend's name and ushered the ravenous dragon to the sidelines, stuffing her belly until Junakyth swore she would simply burst.

Their training went as normal... Mostly. Junakyth seemed to have an odd drive to do things first. Perhaps it was to make up for her small stature, or perhaps it was simpyl a fluke in her nature. When they heard about being taught to Between, Junakyth insisted that they needed to try it right then and there. Of course, as a Frost Junakyth would have trouble with such an action, and it resulted in a vocal arguement between the pair that roused the attention of many, until finally in a fit of frustration, Raluca threw her arms up, stormed to the highest point she could find, got on Junakyth, and let the Frost have her way. They jumped from a height and then they were gone, reappearing above the ground of the Weyrbowl with Raluca clinging to Junakyth for dead life. The Frost landed, admittedly a bit roughly, and proudly pranced all the way back into the Weyr. Severe dicipline was administered to the pair, and due to their rash actions they were prohibited from joining the rest of the Weyrlings for firestone training.

Which upset Junakyth.

Which brought on another tiff.

Which ended up in a bad idea. Junakyth and Raluca snuck out in the middle of the night and Junakyth chewed firestone, only to discover it was extremely uncomfortable and it made her belly hurt after awhile. When they were discovered, which wasn't hard, they were again punished heavily and again suspended from certain actions until further notice. When the Frostpair finally graduated, it was almost a full Turn past when they should have, though Junakyth smugly had reminded Raluca on a regular basis that they had been the first to do many things. Life smoothed out, Junakyth getting her life going as was typical of a Frost, and when it came time for them to start taking up guard duty, trouble stirred again for the pair.

They didn't do well just sitting around for hours on end. Junakyth wanted to be doing something. So the pair started to invent games for their free time. Reckless and unstoppable the pair seemed, braving a long list of foolish stunts to gain a short thrill of adrenaline. Because of this, they were occasionally called on for risky tasks, rescues in thick blizzards and from steep cliffs when youngsters slid down and couldn't get out. The pair always pulled through, seeming to put aside their thrill-seeking in favour of getting the job done, but falling back on experience that few others had to help them earned from their reckless and wild stunts.

Father: Lancuro
Mother: Canipe
Siblings: Caluip (F), Purna (F), Anpino (M), Innuca (F), Nupine (M), Ocurion (M)

Pets: None

Dance a little stranger show me where you've been
Love can make you hostage wanna do it again

Dragon Name: Junakyth
Dragon Color: Frost
Age: 7
Personality: Junakyth is... Eccentric. She is a stable dragon, as all Frosts are, however she has, much like her rider does, a bit of a wild streak. Junakyth will do any task asked of her and will do it proudly and well, without complaint. She will stand guard for long hours and she'll devote much time to the Weyr. She acts as a friend to those in need of one and a source of relief for the Frost males when she Rises. She loves her rider and her Weyr and she loves her purpose in life. She also happens to love doing things no one else has done before, things which make her blood sing and her muscles quiver.

In her spare time Junakyth will coax Raluca into a litany of actions which are not always prudent.

Her need for excitement to break up the monotomy of long days isn't entirely beyond reason, just a bit out there. She recognizes this, and though she pretends not to either care or notice it occasionally bothers the Frost. She's not the brightest of her color by any means, falling more to the lane of average than anything else. Sweet and playful, with just the right ammount of protectiveness mixed in. She could be compared, when she's not being reckless, to a slightly older sister who just doesn't want to grow up. She wants to do the things she needs to, and will do them gladly, but at the same time she still wants to revel in the fun of youth.

Appearence: Junakyth is on the small scale of her color, though this seems not to be much of a hassle. Despite her dainty size she'll put up a fight when she's got her claws dug into the ground. The sickle-like horn curving over her head is almost delicate looking, not made for plowing through thick walls of ice in any fashion. Her paws are large for her size, with heavy claws which, in place of a stronger horn, are fully capable of gouging chunks out of ice and clearing snow.

Junakyth is mostly white, the thick fur of her belly and legs fluffy and snowy, kept well-groomed by her own minstrations as well as the care of Raluca. Pale blue colors the remains of what once were wings many generations before, the shade on her spine only slightly lighter and barely bleeding down her muscular sides at all. She's an attractive creature, for all her quirks, and though her hide shows scars from adventures gone wrong. The scars are a part of what anyone who partakes of particularly dangerous activities as a hobby risk in their every day life, and so Junakyth sees them as badges of honour more than flaws.

All around the world statues crumble for me
Who knows how long I've loved you
Everyone I know has been so good to me

I just wanna fly

[Desert]

ffffff i love them to death! they need to meet my boys; it will be an interesting dynamic. XD
accepted with glee!