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 Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:35 am
 Welcome to Sh'karin and Inath's weyr. Setting up in progress! <3
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:37 am
Navigation
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# Entrance
# Navigation
# The weyr
# News
# Sh'karin
# Inath
# Other creatures
# Other people
# Belongings
# History
# Timeline
# Reserved
# Reserved
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:42 am
Setting
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Sh'karin still lives in the weyrling barracks, tucked away at one end. He's found the babes, (or the new weyrlings from Ariath's clutches), to be unbearable noisy, even if it does make a small change from the horrible echoing emptiness it had been previously. He's pretty much kept himself to himself, either going on those messengerboy errands when he had been caught or lounging in his private rocky ledge when he hadn't... therefore he doesn't know any of the new ones really by name, but knows them by sight, especially when their young dragons are with them.
[ Image coming soon ]
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:44 am
Recent Events
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None as yet. xD
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:46 am
Sh'karin
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 Name:: Sh'karin (Shyakarin)
Age:: 15 (a few months before 16)
Sex:: Male
Height:: 5'8" (still growing though!)
Rank:: Senior Weyrling, brownrider
Hair: Mid to dark brown; on the rare occasions it is unbound, it falls to his shoulders, but it is almost always pulled back into a high messy ponytail on the back of his head. Because his hair is quite fine it can flatten easily under a riding helmet, though wearing one would probably make his hair even more messy..
Eyes: Stormy grey
Build: Medium to skinny, but probably because he's too lazy to always go to meals...
Skin Type: Medium; pale in the winter, but in the summer freckles and a tan :3
Riding gear desc: Sh'karin almost always wears dark green or rich brown wherhide (he only has those two to choose from, ha..) Nothing really makes him stand out clothing-wise; he has pierced ears, and wears a simple necklace with a predator tooth on it.
Personality: Slightly withdrawn, and a tendency to be damn lazy. Sh'karin is pretty apathetic; he'll tolerate what he's told to do, but will try and do it in with the minimum work possible. However, he might begin slowly to buck his ideas up a bit under the new regime, now D'kin is no longer in charge...
His family was pretty chauvanistic, so traits might still slip out, but most of it has gone now he is at the Weyr. :3
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:53 am
Inath
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Name:: Inath
Age:: 1 1/2
Colour:: Brown: a strong, woody brown with much paler, more transparent wings.
Size:: Not quite full-grown yet, but very nearly; a lot larger than the 'babes' dragons... xD
Personality:: Pretty easy-going; not quite matching his partner's love of lazing, Inath is still bright and curious. Even if Sh'karin is not fond of his new rank and duties, Inath is, and will everyso often remind the other young dragons that of course, he is their larger, stronger senior, so they would do well to listen to him. Slightly less withdrawn than Sh'karin.
TBCSoon when I work them out better. xD
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:00 am
Other creatures
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Sh'karin owns no other creatures at the moment. Fire lizards are silly and flighty unless trained, and he reall doesn't know if it's worth the effort him training one. xD
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:01 am
Other people
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[ Coming Soon ]
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:02 am
Belongings
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[ Coming Soon ]
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:04 am
History: Beginnings
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Shyakarin was the eldest son of a forester that worked on the timber lands around Rias Hold; when he was too little to remember his parents had moved to Rias from the North, to start a new life. As the eldest, with two little brothers and two little sisters, Shyakarin was expected to help out the most, even as young as he was. He helped his father drag timbers, chop thin planks, babysit for his siblings... so much work, and Shyakarin did not complain, as he knew no other life.
When he was fourteen, an apprentice still to his father and fellow lumber workers, he was present at the Hold with a huge shipment that would be sent on from the Hold to Meki. He was excited; his father had hinted that he might talk to some of the Smiths at the Hold, and see if he might become apprenticed to them instead, as he appeared to be quite clever with his ideas. His favourite one had been when helping design an easier way to transport the huge trees that were so different from the Northern varieties that many of the loggers were used to. They'd just stared at him blankly as he suggested a new idea, and scoffed at the idea that a mere fourteen year old could think of something so simple.. until it clicked in their heads that it actually worked. Shyakarin was rather smug about that one.
But dragons arrived at the bustling Hold, and on search; there was mass excitement, as many of the lodgers of Rias Hold had young family they wished to shove under the dragons' noses. Shyakarin had heard that Prianth, the great gold dragon of the southern Rias Weyr, had clutched again, like everyone had heard, but for him to be here when they searched? He sighed, and turned back to peer around for his father. Like he would ever get that chance. He yawned slightly, closing his eyes and stretching them above his head; he might as well get some relaxation and enjoy watching the furore that the dragons were creating.
When he opened his eyes again he realised that he was in the middle of an expanding circle of awed people as a dark blue dragon keened gently, stepping forward and snaking his head towards the boy. Shyakarin froze mid-yawn, and the blue's rider laughed. "Perhaps you're right, dear. Well boy, seems you're now a Candidate for the new hatching!"
The boy was still frozen, grey eyes wide. Was this possible?
He'd returned with his father, packed up his things, told his weeping mother to take care and then left on the blue's back, Weyrbound. Maybe he wouldn't be a Smith after all...
History: Impression
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Shyakarin grinned as nervously as the other boys and few girls that stood in a huddled group, waiting to be told to go out to the hatching grounds. The white candidate's tunic was scratchy, but he barely felt it in the gut-wrenching nervousness. Yathil, the boy whom he had become friends with in the short few weeks he had been living in the Weyr, elbowed him in the ribs cheerfully.
"Hey, don't fret! You're gonna get a dragon, and I am too," the fisherboy said confidently, black eyes almost flashing. "I'm even going to Impress a bronze, I know it!"
"You show off too much," said Shyakarin deprecatingly, but he grinned widely at the infectious enthusiasm his friend had. They had both been rigourously drilled on what to do, even briefly going out to touch the eggs, much to the distress of the large gold Prianth and the envy of the watching kids who seemed to infest the Weyr, born and bred there. Shyakarin drew himself up slightly, and took a deep breath, the unearthly humming outside made by gathering dragons suddenly falling up a pitch. The stands above them were full of the lords and ladies of the Southern continent, and he even knew his father and oldest brother had made it into the seating. He had to show them that he was worthy, not a quaking fearful fool in front of the somewhat terrifying dragons.
"Oi, Shy!" Yathil hissed urgently, grabbing his friend by the wrist. "Come ON!" And indeed the Candidate Master was almost shoving the children out onto the sands, the errant pair almost last, apart from a scared-looking girl with short auburn hair. As they tumbled out onto the Sands, trying to walk respectfully on the hot surface, Shyakarin swallowed and tried to breath easy. The eggs were moving, some of them violently, many whirling pairs of dragon's eyes far above looking down. Every eye was fixed upon the white-clad candidates, and the boy tried to take his mind off the impending event to try and search for his father's face among the faceless crowds above. But he was brought back to reality as the humming suddenly peaked, and a shell cracked, a slickly shining head and thin creeling appearing in the hole. Another several flutters, and the young blue dragon staggered out, crying piteously and swinging it's head side to side, searching for a soulmate. A blue.. not as good a bronze by a long way, but at least they were hatching now! To the side two eggs broke almost simultaneously, a brown and a green dragon flopping forward, the green calling stridently, imperiously.
Shyakarin was overwhelmed by the pervading atmosphere of anticipation, delight and awe as a boy on the other side of the ring fell to his knees, almost crying as he ringed his arms around the young blue's neck. And that girl, wasn't she familiar? The shy one, who'd come out last! He vaguely remembered her hangingat the very back of his classes. She hadn't been expected to impress, but her short red hair clung to her surprised face as she looked up from the baby green's whirling eyes. "Her name.. is Samnath?" Her voice was incredulous, almost verging on the divine. Shyakarin was glad for her, and clutched his own hand over his chest, knuckles clamping around the white fabric.
A great shout went up from the stands. A bronze! It turned it's head this way and that for a moment, as it broke free of its shell, then slowly stumbled forward, its faltering unused feet heading unerringly towards them. Shyakarin couldn't breathe as Yathil took one hesitant step forward beside him, the confidence and smugness wiped from his face and instead replaced with awe. Was it true? The bronze turned hesitantly, eyes seeking the fisherboy's face, their gazes locked. And a slow, disbelieving smile spread across his friend's face. "Kiersith? Your.. his name is Kiersith!" His voice slowly raised in pitch and excitement, and as he and the stumbling baby dragon headed off the sands, Yathil dragged himself away from his new weyrmate's face long enough to turn and give Shyakarin an anxious thumbs up.
The forester's son's heart fell a little, as he watched his friend leave. Yathil had got his bronze, but surely Shyakarin was just not worthy.. he blinked, and stumbled sideways suddenly to get out of the way of another creeling bronze, who surely would have walked right over him if he had been paying less attention. As it was one wing tip raked painfully along his shin, and the boy bit his lip, stumbling backwards and falling on his behind inelegantly as he tripped over something.
The humiliation... Shyakarin screwed his face up, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. It took him a moment to realise that a confused young brown dragonet had reared backwards in surprise as the boy had tripped over him, and now stood looking anxiously at him. Rainbow eyes whirled lightly, and Shyakarin opened his mouth as his gaze crystallised in a perfect moment, time stretching away. Here was his soulmate; one he would love like no other, who would know his deepest thoughts and share his dreams with. He dashed away the beginnings of tears with one hand, ignoring the thin trail of blood that began to run down his shin.
Are you alright? You fell! Inath did not hurt you?
The young dragon's voice sounded alarmed in his head, and he knelt up, taking the wedge shaped head between his hands, gazing at the beautiful whirling eyes.
"Inath... Inath... no, I'm not hurt," Shyakarin said dazedly, his whole world upside down. "It's not your fault.."
Inath is so terribly hungry, and the brown creeled softly, butting his head forward to connect with a gentle bump against the boy's.
And the pair wandered happily off the sands, barely noticing those around.
History: Plague
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Sh'karin lay on his dragon's couch, head buried against the half-grown neck, shoulders shaking but no noises coming out. The brown himself had curled himself as much around his weyrling rider as possible, eyes whirling in the colours of distress, his throat sore from keening as yet another dragon and rider succumbed to the vicious plague that had swept through the lands.
His best friends. Why had it taken his best friends away?
In the first few weeks as a new weyrling, Y'thil and the timid greenrider Ameri had become his two best friends. Y'thil had been insufferable almost with his affection for his bronze, but had been brought down to earth again by his friend; Y'thil was his forward, adventurous friend, whereas Ameri was quieter, more intellectual. Sh'karin enjoyed playing board games with her, a refreshing change from Y'thil's boldness. His two friends barely tolerated each other, but he was the mediator; and they did well in their weyrling excersises, under strict J'rar. But however strict those lessons had been, the young brownrider had respect for him; he trusted Inath and himself to the man's instructions.
But then J'rar had died suddenly; the healers said a bad heart, but Sh'karin's soul ached as Inath had raised his head in mourning for the first time.
D'kin had not been worthy of respect. Oh, he had tried to keep their attention, and worked in the few basics; Y'thil skipped lessons, went flying on his bronze to the beaches to impress girls and find adventure in his life. Sh'karin had tried to persevere, but the second tragedy hit.
Plague, sweeping across the southern continent
And Sh'karin pressed himself against his dragon and shook in silent sobs. Ameri had died two weeks ago, the seventh rider from the Weyr to succumb. The weyrling boy pushed himself ragged, one of the few who appeared to get little illness except a persisitent cough; hehad been mixing medecines, flying for ingredients, eyes tired and sore and not daring to go between because the images slipped treacherously in his tired mind.
Y'thil had fought so long; he smiled through dark-ringed eyes and told Sh'karin cheerfully that he'd be better the next day, or the next. But that morning, in a dimly lit room, Y'thil had coughed his last, and Kiersith had leapt into the air with a draconic scream of anguish, and vanished between. The fisherboy's gift lay in Sh'karin's palm still; a preadator's tooth, old and worn by the smoothing of many fingers, the leather thong going shiny where it rubbed against the neck. Y'thil's good luck charm was Sh'karin's now.
It hadn't done him much good.
History: Return to Duties
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[Flatsale contest entry]
The boy yawned, eyes half lidded as his dragon's as the pair lay curled up together on a rock ledge, sunny and out of the way of prying eyes. He wriggled his back comfortably against the brown's silky neck, dark green wherhide clothing somewhat worn but perfectly wearable still. The sun was just beginning its coast down the horizon; the warmth would have been unbearable but for the breeze, but as it was, it was perfect.
Sh'karin put his hands behind his head and smiled.
The weyrling was on the cusp between being a boy still, and a young man; his stone grey eyes seemed somewhat older though if you looked at him, as if he had seen a lot of things he shouldn't have. His dark brown hair was pulled back scruffily into a ponytail, as if too lazy to make it neat; unbound, it would probably brush his shoulders, but as it was it was merely a spiky mess that was just high enough not disturb a relaxing head.
Which was relaxing as usual, against the warm neck of his weyrmate.
You'll start to burn, mumbled Inath sleepily. You should pull your sleeves down.
"Then I'll be too hot," the boy reminded his partner, not moving from his postion, lazily opening his eyes just enough to peek at the white clouds floating high above in the deep blue of the sky. Perhaps they would go flying later...
A brief memory of his first flying lessons, standing in line with his fellow impressees under the stern command of J'rar, their first weyrling master. To be honest, he had been firm and strict for an old man, but.. he had had more respect for him than that D'kin. You never know, he might have made some bad mistakes under that guy's teaching. A frown passed across the easy-going weyrling's face as he remembered just how few pairs from that first flying lesson still survived.
Think nicer thoughts, Sh'karin, Inath put in anxiously, softly. That's the past now, remember?
He closed his eyes, the frown still not quite leaving his face until the warm sun slowly erased the lines, his tanned skin toasty warm.
And beginning to sting...
He was dislodged slightly as the brown dragon beside him suddenly lifted his head, unlidding his eyes to blue whirls as he looked curiously at the fluttering bright fire lizard that had appeared. Inath blinked, and let out a soft huff of expelled breath. A beautiful smooth mid coffee colour all over, he had stayed the same size for a while now, not particularly large for a brown, but not small either. A perfect medium, the pair had decided, and they fit each other just right.
Sh'karin, and Inath's tone was tinged with a little regret and disgust.Farin wants us to go and help out the babes again.
"Again?" The boy cursed softly and sat upright, touching his nose with one finger. Hmm, perhaps his dragon had been right about burning.
I'm always right.
"Shush," replied Sh'karin absently, the frown reappearing on his face as he looked for his jacket. Helping the new weyrlings (or 'babes', as Inath and he called them, even if they were years older than them) was apparently his brand new number one task, according to Farin. Annoying old woman. Fine, D'kin had been a bit of an idiot, only teaching them occasionally or sending them out as messnger boys, but he'd had lots of time that way to do his number one favourite thing in the world; i.e. lounging around.
He hadn't always been apathetic; once he and Inath had been as eager a weyrling pair as any other, but since the plague had come he had gone through an angry phase, and then an angsty phase, and finally he decided that all that just wasn't worth the bother. For the past six months he had decided that he was going to succeed through life by being a moderate to good dragonrider, live a moderate to good life, find himself a moderate to pretty woman... he shook his head slightly to clear it of these rambling thoughts and moved backwards to let Inath stretched himself out, lazily unfurling those large wings. Once he was done, the brown helpfully put out a leg, and the skinny Sh'karin ran lightly up it, settling himself neatly on his partner's neck.
"Comfortable?" he asked, patting the sunwarmed hide lightly to signify that he was ready to go and gripping with the other hand to the one riding strap he had on. After all, it was not far to the Weyr from where they were.
"Anyone would think you didn't want to accept these duties," scolded Farin lightly, her eyes nevertheless flashing a little with anger as the pair circled down to the weyrling barracks ground. As Inath landed with a swoosh of wings and a little hop step, Sh'karin stretched his arms in a yawn above his head.
"I came, didn't I?" He said equably. "And I don't mind these duties, really. No matter how troublesome they are." And there was the light jibe back at the Weyrling Master, disguised as aquiecense. As he took his time swinging down the opposite side of his dragon to the blonde woman, Inath dipped his head towards him.
Careful, beloved. Don't aggravate too much.
"I know what I'm doing," he replied softly, rubbing a hand down the dragon's smooth hide wistfully. "I'll do all the jobs she asks us, even if we're not that enamoured. After all, I may be lazy, but I nver forget to look after you, do I? Big lug," and the teenager's face was transformed with adoring affection for a moment. And it was true, Inath was one of the better kept dragons around the wyer; after all, Sh'karin figured it would only be more trouble to go through if Inath were to get in bad condition, and he couldn't do that to the one he loved anyway.
I'm always here for you too, and Inath dipped his head, eyes lightly whirling as Sh'karin made his way back round towards the weyrling Master. His rider replied with a cheerful salute and made his way to face the music.
"Not only are you late, Sh'karin, but damn careless enough to get yourself sunburned," And Farin crossed her arms with a light rebuke, her green dragon behind her almost mirroring the expression. "After you've helped out here, you can go get some fellis. But for crying out loud, man! Take a bit of care, will you?"
At least the strict old woman accepted that he had enough skills to take on the rest of the jobs. Sh'karin pretended to be embarrassed/remorseful as he walked out onto the training field, but really, no rebuke could beat Inath's smug comments in the back of his mind.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 8:05 am
Timeline
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# Shyakarin Impresses Inath of Prianth's last clutch
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4 months
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# THE PLAGUE
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One year
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# Ariath's second clutch hatches
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Three months
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# Sh'karin and Inath are returned to senior Weyrling duties by Farin. (Mar 06)
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