The Soaring King Garnet snapped his jaws and turned on Geso again, lunging again and snapping his teeth so that they scraped against the man's arm, his claws reaching out towards him. Oh this was such fun! His was a wonderful warrior and took pain so well! And dealt it so deliciously! The Garnet licked his lips. He was pleased. Very pleased. He lashed out again, his tail sweeping towards Geso's feet and moving to pounce on him.... and to taste his blood.
G'soMine... Your Horisarth is pleased to find you much stronger than he had thought you to be... and so much more capable of taking pain. Pain is nothing. It is not important... Now. Feed your Horisarth! Oh... and your blood. It is exquisite! That was right! The Garnet had just chosen the one who had to be the most powerful boy on the sands! Hmph! None other could claim that!
The
Streams of Life Blue snorted. What a foolish one. He thought he was the best adn chose only the best. But each was the best in his own right. For his own reason. He was best and a king in his own right - his own reason. Color meant noting. In fact, it was more than that. That Garnet was no king! He was a pretender and claimed the rank by color only! He on the other hand... He stepped forwards, flaring his wings slightly... but he did not know where to go... Where was... His?
Meanwhile, the Rising Star Egg finally gave a loud crack, releasing a large brown dragonet onto the sands, spreading his wings and hissing slightly at the disgusting stickiness of his egg. The
Rising Star Brown gave a little hiss at his brown brother as he was standing in his way and continued past him, headed first to the males and looking at each with whirling eyes. No... No. Too... something. Nope. Nada. Nothing. He snorted at one boy and nudged him. Nope. Not that one either. He gave a hiss and nipped at a hand trying to touch him. Oh.... but... over there perhaps? Ah. Yes. He walked slowly and stately towards none other than Nai. He sniffed at her. She bled. He approached and stopped before her, reaching out his nose and licking her bloodied arm gently.
So brave... So perfect, NaiMine. Your Mesrath is pleased. He looked back at his brother fora moment.
Come. Food, a bath, and a... what would that be. Ah. Healer.That left just him. Just the
Streams of Life Blue. It could not be this hard. His was here... he knew. He looked beyond the Candidates, searching... he took a step forward, but his eyes were not on those on the sands, but above, on those in the stands. They rested on none other than the former Bronze rider Dalrian... The Blue suddenly charged through the candidates and propped his paws up against the barrier.
D'rianMine! Your Yamuth has finally found you! Come wounded one! We shall show them the truth and the heart of a king! He looked up at Dalrian - once more D'rian and crooned softly, gently and encouragingly.
Soaring King Garnet Horisarth
Impressed To: G'so
Pronunciation: Huh-oris-arth
Rank: Garnet
Size: 41 Feet (8.2 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:7b0a08aa0303f62e258110101b0200Appearance:Horisath is a Garnet, and everything about his body screams that fact. Forget the fact that he is colored as such of his color, he is
built like a deadly thing as well. Everything is sharp about him; sharp headknobs, sharp angles, sharp tail, everything. There is nothing that seems soft around him, and his body is elongated as if it had been a smaller dragon and stretched. The Sub-King has long legs, an extremely long tail, a graceful neck, and wings that most Obsidians would die for.
Blood red is only the beginning, because out of all the dragonets in the double clutch, Horisath is probably the most decorated. Starting with a gradient of crimson red as the undertone to his entire body almost, the Garnet is laced with a complicated array of darker red, almost black in some places, snake-skin patterns and larger tiger strips. There seems to not be an inch of hide that is not covered in some sort of patterning, and even bits of his underside along his stomach and tail are faded out in a faded pinkish red star-burst pattern.
Just like the other royals in his clutch, Horisath finds himself to be a regal individual, and more than that, he is aggressive in his movements. He has a bit of self control, which is obvious in the tension that his muscles constantly hold, but there is always something seething underneath. Every movement is highly anticipated and hyper-analyzed in order to be the most effective, and nothing escapes his notice. Often the fight between the carefully reeled in personality and the primal instincts common among his color is seen as well among the tiny tail twitches or wing shuffles that he tends to do often.
Personality:Horisarth is not your typical garnet. Yes, he has that bloodthirsty mean streak, he loves pain and enjoys seeing others in pain... He tends to wait for the opportunity and for the pain to already be on its way before jumping on it and taking advantage or enjoying it. Causing it is not as much fun as milking the wound itself. And for his, pain should be nothing! Nothing at all! There will be plenty of pain.
However, he is a bit more of a grump most of the time, often sitting and watching, making snide comments and looking at the world through his devilish eyes. He dislikes air heads and values intelligence. He always feels a need to be prepared with both knowledge and ability. He has a temper, however, which may trigger him to attack whether truly provoked or not. He may, at times, have trouble containing himself.
For all his faults, Horisarth is entirely loyal - even to a fault as it would seem. He won't betray a friend for any reason and will go out of his way to protect them. He will be the first to leap into a fight if he feels that the cause either suites his needs, benefits a friend... or is right by his own reasoning - which may not truly be right by the standards of anyone else.
Horisarth sees himself as a king and the son of only the best - Garnet Thormyth himself. He has the greatest respect for his father. He is a little bit on the insane side - not minding inflicting harm upon others or the harm that may come to himself in the very least. Pain is nothing to a king such as him and should not be to his rider either. Greater pains will always come. It is best to live with them and get used to them rather than to complain or cry about it.
Horisarth is a pessimist most of the time, generally seeing the very worst in life... and yet gaining a strange energy from it - or perhaps from the misery it causes to others. Whatever the case, he is royalty and carries himself as such, he is the protector of this Weyr. His father proved a Garnet was a king... and now he wants to prove even more.
Mind-Voice:Oh... what delicious pain. Almost as delicious as the blood itself. Come Mine! It's time to seize the moment!- A striking tenor
- A bit of a snake-like hiss
- Often sounds irritable
- Can be Sing-Song when pleased with himself or a situation
Inspiration:Horus Behdety was a form of Horus the Elder that was worshipped originally in the western Delta at Behdet. As the son and heir of Re, Behdety was a form of Horus that was assimilated into the Heliopolitan system of beliefs yet not completely identified with Re. Behdety was a defender of Re during his earthly kingship against Seth. He was usually portrayed as a winged sun-disk or as a falcon hovering over the Pharaoh during battles. When shown as a falcon-headed man wearing the double crown he carries a falcon-headed staff, the weapon he used to defeat Seth.
Source:
www.egyptianmyths.net/horus.htm
Rising Star Brown Mesrath
Impressed To: Nai
Pronunciation: Mezz-wrath
Rank: Brown
Size: 36.5 Feet (7.3 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:603913301608bc905eb77232Appearance:Mesrath is a large brown, in more ways than one. At almost thirty-seven feet, Mesrath sits on the large end of the brown scale and that alone can cut quite the intimidating image. However, he’s also a very wide dragon, making him seem even more imposing. Thicker than he is long, at least if you ignore his average sized neck and tail, Mesrath has a rather awkward shape about him. His legs themselves are on the thinner end and it’s a wonder how they support him sometimes, and they end in large, flat feet. His short, round wings are positioned a tad farther down on his back than normal, but it doesn’t seem to impede him in any way.
This dragon’s hide is primarily a rich, mocha brown colour and is, overall, rather uniform across his hide. A dark, chocolate brown coats his neck. His head, a stripe down either side of his neck and most of his back changes into a soft, orange-tinged, brown that reaches roughly halfway down his tail. His front feet up to his ankles share the same colour. On Mesrath’s legs are two interlocking stripes of a light peach colour that are lined with chocolate brown. He has a tearstain under each peach-rimmed eye in chocolate brown as well with large chunks of mocha brown to either side.
To make his overall appearance seem even more awkward, Mesrath has a strange way of walking. Like a ship in the water, this brown seems to rock and bounce with each step. His head and tail are always held high in pride, though the angle at which he carries his neck and tail, curved towards his back, seems simply strange to onlookers. At night, Mesrath falls into a sleep as heavy as death and cannot be roused until the sun rises.
Personality:Forever the rising star, Mesrath knows he is good, very good at what he does. His ego is great, but easily bruised. But he is lazy in most attempts at friendship or kindness, only really looking out after his and rarely caring about anyone that she cares about even.
He will observe everything and work hard to improve himself. He, himself and His, he will push him and His very hard to be the very best. He sees himself as more than a sub-king, though he is brown. He is not good at being second best or second in line.
He feels a great sense of duty, and duty is the only thing that will drive him to look after anyone. He dislikes most who think themselves better than him, but loves the more subservient natures of others. He is, however, going to risk himself in order to protect those he is responsible for.
He lacks the violent tendencies of some of his siblings, but is still a forceful and daring dragon who must be the best. While generally kind, he has a hard time making friends as he is, quite frankly, too lazy to actually put in any effort or try to gain them at all. Or even to show real kindness to others. He can be callous and harsh.
When it comes to his eating habits, Mesrath is rather... odd. He hates red meat if its uncooked and will only eat fish or cooked meat. He dislikes getting his claws bloody or marring his perfect brown hide with the blood of those lesser creatures unless absolutely necessary.
He finds the wild felines fascinating and longs to hone his claws in beating them, despite his general dislike of getting said claws bloody.
Mind-Voice:I'd help, really, but I'm just too comfy.Despite his intimidating appearance, Mesrath has a surprisingly calm voice. A medium tone for a male, his voice almost seems to trickle gently into the minds of his listeners. There is a subtle power to his voice, but at the same time it never seems to be overwhelming.
Inspiration: Sun-god of Heliopolis (known to the Egyptians as Annu),
head of the Heliopolitan ennead. He was considered self
created and the creator of all. He is the father of Tefnut
and Shu. Ra has been known by many names and takes many
different forms. This makes him one of the most confusing
gods to understand. --
www.fruitofthenile.com/ra.htm
Streams of Life Blue Yamuth
Impressed To: D'rian
Pronunciation: Ya-moo-th
Rank: Blue
Size: 26 Feet (5.2 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
06edff
b8faff
70d4f7
000808
Appearance:
This blue is one chubby baby. With a body that is short, thick, and pudgy, he looks like there’s not much muscle on his form. This is just an illusion however; Yamuth simply ate well in the egg and, with a bit of hard training his pudgy build will give way to a lean, firm form. His legs are long and spindly that, at first, will seem too small to carry him, but as he trains his body will change to match his legs rather well. His neck is on the shorter side and ends in a strong, triangular face. His head knobs are thicker and a bit longer than average and stick out to the side a bit more than normal.
Yamuth cuts a striking figure on land and in the air. His hide an aqua blue so bright he almost seems to glow. His neck, belly, tail and the underside of his chin are a pale blue bordering on white. Along his legs and tail are thick dashes of a grey-blue that can sometimes be hard to see against the brighter sections of his hide. The leading edges of his wings are a teal so dark it can be mistaken for black. Across his eyes are two dashes of colour; a thick bar of grey-blue underneath a dash of dark teal.
If one thing can be said about this dragon, it’s that he has an impeccable sense of balance. He’s the kind of dragon you simply can’t knock off his feet. Even in the air he will have a natural knack for keeping himself steady in the heaviest of winds. He can be a bit thick-skulled at times, literally, as he has a knack for head-butting others. His rider best keep an eye on Yamuth; this blue has a strange tendency of chewing on grass.
Personality:
Yamuth has a lot of faith in himself and others. And yet he is too prideful for his own good. He will work hard though, as hard as anyone could to achieve his goals and to reach to the heights. And he expects noting less from his rider. He is an original king in his own mind in his opinion. And yet he sees himself as simple and plain, but in that, as perfect as well. Never one to put himself out there to beg for praise, however, the blue is certainly not arrogant, but rather more modest in his nature of simply... being important.
Unlike many vain dragons, he does not feel the need to brag unless someone should call him into question for one thing or another. His nature is to be humbly important - keeping praise to the doing of others... unless they fail to do so in some way or call his accomplishments into question.
Because he sees himself as so important, Yamuth finds it rather difficult to bend to superior dragons. Orders, to him, are meaningless, and are not supposed to be followed. He is simply too good for orders! This leads to a great disliking of Kings and Subkings, for Yamuth thinks of himself as better than them! And after all... he is! Things for Yamuth must be perfect. He simply refuses to eat any food caught in the wild, because only food that has been raised is good enough for him.
Mind-Voice:
She’s right, I AM handsome.
Loud and proud, that's how one might describe Yamuth's voice. He has a rather high voice for a male and tends to punctuate his words with a quick snort of huff of self-importance.
Inspiration: Amun/Amon
