Post by Lyrikitty on Jan 8, 2009 22:00:52 GMT -5
Your fate is delived
Your moment's at hand
It's the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined
In the dance.
Weyr: New Cove
Name: Orlia
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Rank: Wingrider
Appearance: An average girl, though something about her screams defiance for all she's worth. Her height is about 5'5" with a slim build, almost to match the agile Vustatonth, her eyes are a bright, challenging shade of light brown that looks almost golden or honey. Her hair is a shaggy mess that flutters about her face, jet black, and always tangled from some exploit of her and Vustatonth or other.
Her features are almost enough to make some take her seriously, though with her lips parted in an eternal smile of both friendship and challenge, it is hard to think of her as anything but a kid with a dream. A sharp nose, and a high brow with fine cheekbones and almost pouty lips. Of course, were the desire to strike her she could probably pull of a very cute and helpless look, but the very thought make her laugh wildly.
She leans to whatever colors she grabs, not much looks too bad on her, though she is spectacular in dark greens, grays, and browns, and she could stay farther from bright yellows and the like.
Personality: She and her Snow have a lot in common. The first and most noticable thing is both are near impossible to control with a tight reign. The best way to get either to do anything is to make it seem impossible, something that even you wouldn't do, no matter how easy or insignifigant it might be. From there, continue on, and threaten to have someone else do it, as obviously she and Vustatonth are incapable of it. Once you've gotten that far, the pair are putty. Just be careful when instructing, for to say you should never do something is a green flag for them, and no sooned has a back been turned than they are doing whatever they've been told not to.
Orlia can be more stubborn than a terran mule, once her mind has been made no one can move it, and she refuses to accept that she might be wrong. She is not, no matter what she may think, all that bright. In truth she knows little, and though she has a great capacity to learn, her stubborn streak refuses to allow her to admit she doesn't know somethinhg, and rebells against being taught. Of course, if by some chance a weyrlingmaster were able to twist things around and make it seem as though Orlia wasn't being taught anything, but rather being shown something she already knows, and asked for her opinion, new topics and information can be placed in her head and she'll not know she was tricked.
History: Orlia was born and raised of New Cove Weyr, was present when the first Snow hatched, rumored to be a horrid repeat of the long-dead Ruth. But as time passed, trickling by as it does, and the Snow matured, Orlia was determined that she too would one day Impress to such a creature. Of course, when Orlia stood for the fateful Hatching, she expected that Snow's were queens, and so that she would have herself a queen if she Impressed the desired Snow.
How very wrong she was. The first egg to hatch that day had been Vustatonth, her hide spotless, gleaming white, not a mark on her. Unerringly the dragon strolled lazily through the candidates and poked her nose into Orlia's belly, raising a brow in a most comical manner. What is so funny? You know you are lucky Silvyth let you on the sands, she isn't happy you coveted me at all. Devilishly, the dragon had rolled her eyes and grabbed Orlia's sleeve, leading the girl off the sands. Now, you're going to feed your Vustatonthand we'll talk. Bemused, and somewhat confused by the forthright manner of the hatchling, Orlia nodded meekly, and calld over her shoulder, "Vustatonth, the Snow!"
Of course, her voice was smug, savoring the dragon's color as she spoke it.
She had her Snow.
If only things had continued on the path intended, maybe Orlia wouldn't have had such a hard time with Vustatonth. Whent hey began their weyrling lessons, Vustatonth was determined to be the first to do everything, and the best at it all. Of course, Orlia was expecting something more like the peaceful, regal Silvyth in a Snow, but so few had yet hatched, and so new the color still was, that it only became apparent that not all were like that, and not all would refuse firestone. In fact, Vustatonth made a point of chewing before any others in her class, before even she was supposed to, by dragging her rider out one hour when the pits were deserted and delightfully gathering up as much as she could.
The Weyrlingmater had been more than a little suprised to stumble across them, with Vustatonth belching flame uncontrollably and chaging off in the direction of the beach, and Orlia looking dumbly after the dragon.
Father: L'iom of Blue Canzenth
Mother: Rialian of Green Haylith
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Dragon Name: Vustatonth
Age: 1
Color: Snow
Appearance: Her full size will be on the small size for a Snow, just barely reaching 35 meters, wuith a wingspan of about 52, maybe 53, meters. Her head is a very dark shade, almost bronze in color, that only gets darker as it travels along her neck to spill over her wings. At the very tips of ehr wings, the color is black in all but just the right lighting, when the golden undertone really shows. She has very little true lack on her paws or tail, to the ankle, if not just below, and only the very tip of her long tail are inky. She is a lithe, slender of build, with a stubborn streak a mile wide that flares in every aspect of her.
Personality: Vustatonth is as stubborn, wild, and as free-spirited as they come. She is thrilled not to be a queen, and the very thought of clutching goes against her nature, making her rebell on every level of her being.
Vustatonth has a bog heart, and she'd more than happy to give all her love away, so long as you don't try to tie this wild creature down. Her first priority in life is to be with Hers, the second is to be doing whatever she can to race ahead and above everyone else. She has a need for speed, to feel the wind racing over her hide, and she'll do anything to get that.
A daredevil at heart, nothing frightens her, nothing makes her stop and have a second thought. So long as there is some challenge left to face, some feat left unconquered, Vustantoth is there, ready to face it.
Other: text: 948468 rider: 750E54 dragon: 13855B Song: "Run for the roses" Michael Martin Murphey