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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 2:24 pm
History:
The twins were born in a small Cothold to very tired parents who had few other hopes for their children but to work in the fields and, in Jamarin's case, marry well and bring their home a little more prestige, funding, food, and trade routes.
Although farming in their land was hard work, they were surrounded by family and so were inundated with the appropriate support and expectations from the moment of their birth.
But Jamarin had never felt comfortable in his fate to marry and produce children, and he grew increasingly uncomfortable in his own skin. Family though they were, nobody in the hold understood his problem and laughed it off as childish fancy, brought on by too many harper tales (though in truth Jamarin was not a story-loving child). “You're a girl” they told him, “Your duty to us is to work hard and marry well and make children for the future.”
Only his twin, Jikkiri understood. Jikkiri was happy in his life growing up on the farm, and in his role as a worker. When his brother was upset, however, and decided, when they were ten, to run away from home, Jikkiri was right behind him.
Jamarin took a few tools (for weapons) and supplies, and set off on the open road with his brother. They were fortunate, encountering and joining a holdless group called the Wild Whers and following them around Pern. As able bodied young men who were unscarred, they pulled their weight by assisting in working at the holds and bringing in supplies and marks for the group.
When the twins were 13 Jamarin's body began to change, attempting to force womanhood upon him. Jikkiri's support helped Jamarin through this tough time, and he soon figured out how to bind his chest and hide the other signs, pretending that his body and mind matched up perfectly, a set of skills he managed to refine over the next few years.
In the meantime, the twins followed the Wild Whers to Malvren weyr and participated in the revolution. Jikkiri stayed with the noncombatants of the band, while Jamarin was let loose like a wild wher himself.
In the turns that follow, they meandered through the Weyr, ending up - by various circumstances - in Benden instead, taking on odd jobs and observing the wherhold as it unfolded. Jamarin loved the restrained ferocity of the new Wherholder nation, feeling akin to it. Jikkiri was happy either way. When the chance came to become candidates, they both agreed, why not?
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 2:47 pm
Name: Jamarin
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Holdless Laborer
Description:
Jamarin is a pale young teenager with a bony, narrow face set in a perpetual pout. His hair is unevenly short and a muddy, straight, unremarkable brown.
Though strengthened from a life of constant work, he is built whippy and bony, not bulky, all corded muscles and sinew easily visible through his skin, along with his veins. Despite his thin, fair, parchment-like skin, he is outdoors frequently, and never seems to tan or burn.
His black eyes are squinted half-shut, as if he is always angry, skeptical, or, alternatively, blinded by the light. All of the above may well be true.
He stands straight and tall without a stoop, and gives off the impression – also true – of a prideful troublemaking fighter.
The bones of his face and the structure of his body are subtly off, though most can't put their finger on it, other than to say that he will be an 'interesting' looking, if not 'pretty' young man. Other than those little oddities, Jamarin looks like your basic scrappy teenage boy, and most don't think of him as anybody else.
Personality:
There has always been a blazing anger in Jamarin's soul, a fire that he couldn't quench even if he tried, which he has never bothered to do. Jamarin is angry, and he likes being angry – being calm and happy is horribly awkward for him.
Impulsive and violent, Jamarin is a frequent instigator of fights and won't hesitate to get in the middle of a one, even if it isn't his business. He has little respect for anybody, especially of rank: an attitude that stems from the idea that the universe dealt him a s**t hand from the very beginning and continues to do so to this day. He won't hesitate to mouth off if he feels like it which, of course, causes more fights.
What he does give due credit to, however, is the value of hard work. Nobody could accuse the boy of laziness – he will work from sunup to sundown on whatever seems important. Jamarin knows there are no free rides on Pern, and he will work for his keep. And, since he won't take handouts, he will do this whether his labor is explicitly wanted or not.
Jamarin has a deep appreciation for objects. Tools and belongings are necessities for living, and he cares for any tools under his care, keeping them in good condition. Other than for buying supplies, clothes, repairs, and food, Jamarin doesn't see much value in marks. A mark is only as good as what you buy with it, and he is very careful about what he uses it for.
Jamarin doesn't like to share. He looks out for himself, and only himself for the most part, his brother being the exception that proves the rule. Jikkiri provides an invaluable benefit to Jamarin – emotional support and companionship – that cannot be bought or sold and that is; in its peculiarities; unique to the brothers. They've been compared to a wher and its handler – with Jamarin, of course, being the ferocious wher.
But that is as far as Jamarin's questionable generosity holds. His brother is the giver. He is not.
Jamarin does not care about hold or holdless – he is free from all that nonsense. Where someone is and what group they are a part of mean little – Jamarin is not truly a part of any group. He is his own group. His brother is the exception to Jamarin's rampant lack of loyalty: Jamarin will protect his brother ferociously.
In the end, Jamarin is a sharp youth floating where he pleases in the winds of change.
Other:
On Dragons:
They're big and they fight thread? So what?
On Whers:
They're big and tough... Jamarin is tougher still.
On Holds:
Jamarin ran away for a reason and he thinks that they suck, just generally.
On Weyrs:
Like holds, Jamarin thinks they probably are generally not his sort of place. But again, the Wherhold isnt so bad.
On the Resistance:
Jamarin has no opinions on the resistance, outside a shrug.
On the Revolution:
The revolutionaries and the wherhandlers have been good to Jamarin and his brother, so he thinks that they are pretty okay.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 3:05 pm
[color=#410EC2]<>[/color]  Name: Atibonth Size: Average Build: Average Personality: Patient, Compassionate, Practical, Generous Indecisive, Cautious, Pacifist Pros and Cons, Cons and Pros. Atibonth is forever standing at the crossroads of decision, weighing all of his options before any action is ever taken. This indecisiveness doesn't spawn from any lack of confidence, but from a wary desire to know all of the facts before he makes a choice one way or another. He'll never be on to dive headlong into anything. While he seems to be unable to make a decision on his own, his skill at examining every side of a problem can be a valuable asset in seeing alternate paths that may be initally hidden to the straightforward thinker. He is a slow and patient dragon with an immense wealth of compassion and understanding for those around him. Atibonth takes pleasure in helping others in their struggles though he certainly works at his own unhurried pace. He's never one to turn down a request for help, or to lend an ear to someone in need. He'll not preach advice to others, but only offer up alternatives if someone is unsure themselves, or support their decision if they lack the courage to act themselves. The only time he does step in to sway someone from their current path is if it's one of rage or violence. Atibonth is a pacifist to his core and while he will support his rider's cause or justifications, he will attempt to diffuse a rising temper or provide alternative routes of action or thought for expending those energies. Atibonth can be content both among crowds and in private moments but he does have a preferance for the former. This blue's personality and giving nature shines best when he has others around him to share it with. Inspired by Papa Legba of Haitian Vodou  In Haitian Vodou, Papa Legba is the intermediary between the loa and humanity. He stands at a spiritual crossroads and gives (or denies) permission to speak with the spirits of Guinee, and is believed to speak all human languages. He is always the first and last spirit invoked in any ceremony, because his permission is needed for any communication between mortals and the loa - he opens and closes the doorway. In Haiti, he is the great elocution, the voice of God, as it were. Legba facilitates communication, speech and understanding. In the Yoruba pantheon, honored in Nigeria, Cuba, Brazil, and elsewhere in the Yoruba diaspora, Ellegua is mostly associated with Papa Legba since both share the role of being the god of the crossroads. In contrast to Papa Legba, however, Eleggua is a trickster child. Legba also shares similarities to Orunmila, the orisha of prophesy who taught mankind how to use the mighty oracle Ifá. He usually appears as an old man on a crutch or with a cane, wearing a broad brimmed straw hat and smoking a pipe, or sprinkling water. The dog is sacred to him. Because of his position as 'gate-keeper' between the worlds of the living and the mysteries he is often identified with Saint Peter who holds a comparable position in Catholic tradition. He is also depicted in Haiti as St. Lazarus, or St. Anthony. Why Me?Impression didn't happen because Jamarin was being pantsed, though that may be what it looked like. Atibonth just needed the outside encouragement to force him to act. Really though, there could be no other for this blue. Whatever lay in Jamarin's past held little importance to Atibonth. He was their future now and from now on, he would be there to help guide Jamarin's way. Atibonth needed someone with Jamarin's fire, his drive and his instinct to 'do' rather than 'watch'. Atibonth has confidence and respect for Jamarin's abilities and potential, he just needs help seeing that anger and lashing out at others aren't his only options. He can be angry. Anger can be good in the right situations but the gentle, logical and clear observations Atibonth provides can help him turn that anger from futile violence to productive and inspiring action. In turn Jamarin can push Atibonth to not just dissect the world around them but to actually live in it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 3:06 pm
Name: Jikkiri
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Craft/Rank: Holdless Laborer
Description:
The best way to describe Jikkiri is 'soft', for his body has a very general and amenably soft roundness to him. There are no edges to him at all: his face is rounded, his body is rounded, even his hands and feet are rounded. Though he is thin because of the rigors of his life, it is clear that given even just a bit more food, Jikkiri would have a sort of false plumpness to him that would, along with his friendly face and demeanor, give him an aura of pleasant kindliness, much like a storekeeper or a grocer.
Jikkiri's skin is a pale-olive color, fleshy and filled out in a healthy way. His black hair is short and is naturally neat and easily kept. His round face, with it's slightly dulled black eyes, has a perpetually genial look to it, and it is difficult to imagine him frowning. The scraggly, soft, filamentous beginnings of a beard can be seen at his chin and just under it, enough to give him a sort of boyish maturity.
Personality:
While not quite the exact inverse of his twin, Jikkiri is definitely close. It is always clear at the very beginning that they are not identical twins, and that this goes so far as the personality.
Jikkiri is an affable and sweet young man, thorougly satisfied with himself, the world, and his place in it. He wants nothing more than food in his belly and company to share it with. Fortunately, thanks to his brother's work ethic, he has both. Jikkiri adores his brother and is very close to him.
However, Jikkiri has love and friendship to spare for other people as well. He is not picky about who he will open up to and spend time with. Friendly and inquisitive, Jikkiri will talk to everybody about anything, and just enjoy the fact that they exist. He loves to be helpful, and wants nothing more than to make someone else happy (or at least feel better. He would give someone the literal shirt off his back if he thought it would help them. He's so guile-less that some people think of him as a little bit 'slow', and he may well be: He is certainly not as sharp or as motivated as his brother.
Happy where he is, Jikkiri does not feel the need to put forth any more effort than is absolutely necessary. In other words, he is lazy: while capable of working all day, Jikkiri would much rather be laying around in a field enjoying the sun, the grasses, the people, food... everything. It is a habit that annoys his hard-working brother.
He and his brother, though different, have a sort of symbiotic relationship with each other. Jamarin works hard, explains things to, and stands up for Jikkiri. In return, Jikkiri – posessed of a cooler, calmer head – notices things that Jamarin does not. He is the only one able to reliably hold back and calm down his firey-tempered brother, and has been consistently (and constantly) supportive through his twin's difficulties.
Having Jamarin around to do the fighting for him works out well, since when confronted with conflict on his own, Jikkiri is ineffectual. Not being a violent individual himself, he goes so far as to find it difficult to understand why people (Aside from Jamarin) are violent, and how to deal with them when they are. Jikkiri can't do violence – he will attempt to appease before anybody turns to argument or confrontation. This means he will agree with anything if he feels it will make someone happy – a regular Pernese yes-man.
Jikkiri is highly dependent on others approval and aid. While he could – if he tried – be capable of handling himself, he has found that it is just so much easier to rely on others. This attitude would make him more suited for the life of a drudge, rather than a candidate, but his brother refuses to be tied down and, wherever his brother goes, Jikkiri will go too. So the life of a wandering holdless man it is, and Jikkiri accepts it happily and in stride, as he does with most things.
Other:
On Dragons:
Dragons are gorgeous... need he say more? They are just so beautiful in the air...
On Whers:
Jikkiri loves whers – they are loyal as canines and almost as spectacular as dragons... What is there not to love? Aside from the violence, that is.
On Holds:
Jikkiri has no opinion. He liked it in the hold, Jamarin wanted to run away, and where Jamarin goes, Jikkiri follows.
On Weyrs:
No opinion.
On the Resistance:
No opinion.
On the Revolution:
No opinion.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 3:12 pm
[color=#520E04]<>[/color]  Name: Langoneth Size: Large Build: Above Average Personality: A beast best decribed as feral, it is appropriate that Langoneth was born to the Wherholds, as on the surface he bears more in common with whers than he does most dragons. Though he won't be able to harm humans once bonded to a rider - much to his annoyance - it won't stop him from doing everything just short of harm. Aggressive displays and shows of force will be a daily occurence, whether in response to perceived threats or to less dire incursions, such as someone invading his personal space - which he needs more of than most - or even just looking at him wrong. While he poses no direct threat to humans, beyond possibly scaring them to death, all other creatures (especially bite-sized flits!) will need to watch where they step and what they say around territorial, temperamental Langoneth and his rider, who is his and to be defended at all costs. His rider is the one person in all of Pern that Langoneth will ever love, and there is nothing that he would not do for them. His love for his rider is complete devotion, bordering on worship, and he will trust and follow them always, no matter where that path leads. This faithfulness is his saving grace, for one word from his rider can stop all but his wildest and most desperate tempers; in Flight or in battle, he will remain nigh-unstoppable. Relationships with Langoneth will be a trial, to say the least, if any dare attempt it at all. He respects and admires strength and skill, but is suspicious of cleverness. Those who earn his respect will be tolerated and, with time, accepted, but physical proximity will still put him on edge, and there is only so much interaction he can take before he needs a break. He will struggle with trust issues all his life, but if any do manage to earn that trust, he will repay it with some measure of loyalty, and a willingness to defend them in times of danger. He may cause some trouble for His when it comes to their relationships, given his territorial and protective nature. Any emotional hurt his rider suffers will be viewed in the same way as a physical one, so anyone with an interest in His had better be extremely careful. Langoneth is watching you. Though he will vocalize much, particularly when riled up, he is a dragon of few words (and will never bespeak a human other than His, unless it is a matter of life or death), preferring when possible to communicate with image and emotion, combining the two for a depth and complexity even the most eloquent dragons might struggle to match. Underneath all the aggression and suspicion, this brown has undeniable heart, and understands and appreciates more than most will ever realize.  Inspired by the Beast of Gévaudan. The Beast of Gévaudan is the historical name associated with the man-eating wolf, dog or wolf-dog hybrid which terrorised the former province of Gévaudan (modern-day département of Lozère and part of Haute-Loire), in the Margeride Mountains in south-central France between 1764 and 1767. The attacks, which covered an area stretching 56 by 50 miles, were said to have been committed by a beast or beasts that had formidable teeth and immense tails according to contemporary eyewitnesses. Descriptions of the time vary, but generally the beast was said to look like a wolf but about as big as a calf. It had a large dog-like head with small straight ears, a wide chest, and a large mouth which exposed very large teeth. The beast's fur was said to be red in colour but its back streaked with black. The Beast of Gévaudan carried out its first recorded attack in the early summer of 1764. A young woman, who was tending cattle in the Mercoire forest near Langogne in the eastern part of Gévaudan, saw the beast come at her. However the bulls in the herd charged the beast keeping it at bay, they then drove it off after it attacked a second time. Shortly afterwards the first official victim of the beast was recorded; 14-year-old Janne Boulet was killed near the village of Les Hubacs near the town of Langogne. Over the later months of 1764, more attacks were reported throughout the region. Very soon terror had gripped the populace because the beast was repeatedly preying on lone men, women and children as they tended livestock in the forests around Gévaudan. Reports note that the beast seemed to only target the victim's head or neck regions. By late December 1764 rumours had begun circulating that there may be a pair of beasts behind the killings. This was because there had been such a high number of attacks in such a short space of time, many had appeared to have been recorded and reported at the same time. Some contemporary accounts suggest the creature had been seen with another such animal, while others thought the beast was with its young. On January 12, 1765, Jacques Portefaix and seven friends were attacked by the Beast. After several attacks, they drove it away by staying grouped together. The encounter eventually came to the attention of Louis XV, who sent two professional wolf-hunters, Jean Charles Marc Antoine Vaumesle d'Enneval and his son Jean-François, to Gévaudan. They arrived in Clermont-Ferrand on February 17, 1765, bringing with them eight bloodhounds which had been trained in wolf-hunting. Over the next four months the pair hunted for Eurasian wolves believing them to be the beast. However, as the attacks continued, they were replaced in June 1765 by François Antoine, the king's harquebus bearer and Lieutenant of the Hunt who arrived in Le Malzieu on June 22. On September 20, 1765, Antoine killed his third large grey wolf. The wolf, which was named Le Loup de Chazes after the nearby Abbaye des Chazes, was said to have been quite large. Antoine officially stated: "We declare by the present report signed from our hand, we never saw a big wolf that could be compared to this one. Which is why we estimate this could be the fearsome beast that caused so much damage." The animal was further identified as the culprit by attack survivors who recognised the scars on its body inflicted by victims defending themselves. The wolf was stuffed and sent to Versailles where Antoine was received as a hero, receiving a large sum of money as well as titles and awards. However, on December 2, 1769, another beast severely injured two men. A dozen more deaths are reported to have followed attacks by la Besseyre Saint Mary. The killing of the creature that eventually marked the end of the attacks is credited to a local hunter named Jean Chastel, who shot it during a hunt organized by a local nobleman, the Marquis d’Apcher, on June 19th, 1767. Writers later introduced the idea that Chastel shot the creature with a blessed silver bullet of his own manufacture and upon being opened, the animal's stomach was shown to contain human remains. Since the late 18th century, numerous explanations have been promulgated as to the exact identity of the beast, but an explanation has yet to be found and remains a mystery to this day. Suggestions as to what sort of cryptid animals roamed Gévaudan have ranged from exaggerated accounts of wolf attacks, to the myths of the werewolf, or a punishment from God. Modern theorists now propose the beasts were some type of domestic dog or a wolf-dog hybrid on account of their large size and unusual colouration. Why Me?It would be difficult to find a more mismatched pair than Jikkiri and Langoneth, but an opposite is exactly what this brown needs: not more anger, not more suspicion, not more darkness. He has more than enough of all that already, and a rider who added to it would have been a sure path to a quick end for them both. What the heart of the beast that is Langoneth needs is Jikkiri: happy, loving, beautiful Jikkiri, whose experience with his twin will serve him well in understanding and checking his dragon. Langoneth will protect Jikkiri from any and all threats that come against them, and do everything in his power to prevent the pliant boy from being used by those who would take advantage of his need to please. With a bondmate intent on keeping the world at bay, Jikkiri may be forced to learn to rely on others less; or, with a bondmate who wants to let the world in, Langoneth may be forced to learn to accept others more.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 3:32 pm
People Known
Name: Description
+ Jamarin
+ Jikkiri
Jamarin: The angrier and firer of the twins, Jamarin feels he has been dealt a bad hand by life and never tires in trying to flip off the universe.
+ Me. I'm me. Whats more to say? Looking like me is hard enough, so why think about what makes me, me? I'm me, so shaff off.
+ My brother! I love him! He's great! He works really hard, so people like him, or they would if he wouldn't hit them. Sometimes he needs to be calmed down, see, and thats what I do! It's fun!
Name: The yes-man of the twins, Jikkiri is just generally happy.
+ Jikki isn't too bright and he's kind of annoying, but I ain't going nowhere without him. We've never been apart, not even in the womb, and he's always there for me, and I like having him around.
+ Me! I don't have any problems with who and what I am, and I think people like me. I certainly like them!
Vee: An older girl who was in the Wild Wher holdless group with the twins, and now is a candidate in Benden wherhold with them.
+ She and I get into fights 'atimes but, in all, she's not bad looking and I don't mind her. Annoying sometimes; when she gets all protective of us 'cause we're younger; but generally not that bad. Great for sparring or letting off steam. Gotta admire her – those piercings and that scar had to hurt.
+ She's great! If things go badly, shes there keeping us out of the worst of it. Plus, she's got all these great piercings. Sometimes my brother fights with her, but thats fine! He likes to fight, and she does too. I don't think thats going to go anywhere, but hey. Friends are friends, and it's always good to have them.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 3:42 pm
Progress:Jamarin:Rank: NA Wherholder Loyalty Rank: Wherholder Loyalty Points: ? ~~~~~ JikkiriRank: NA Wherholder Loyalty Rank: Wherholder Loyalty Points: ?
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 3:42 pm
LogbookIn Progress# Just Do it Right (Jamarin and Kalendol) # THREADFALL: Breathe into Me In LimboComplete# Candidate Q and A (ORP, Banshidheth's clutch) # Spooks, Myths, and Folklore (Touching) ### Spooks, Myths, and Folklore (Hatching) # Beauty and the Beast (Jikkiri and Lagoneth) # Eternal Reason (Jamarin and Atibonth) # Toast the Future (Spooks, Myths, and folklore feast)
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 11:06 am
Beauty and the BeastAfter the Hatching had dissipated and things had calmed down, Jikkiri had finally been able to make good on his promise to his new friend... partner... whatever wonderful thing his Langoneth was. It was an hour or so after the hatching, still early in the morning and long before anybody sane should be awake, but Jikkiri wouldn't have been able to sleep, not for a while anyway. He was tired, though, and grateful that he didn't have to do anything major today. That was what they had been told: They had today, the next day, and the next off, to spend with their dragons. Jikkiri could hardly think of anything better, besides talking to the other new weyrlings. His brother, he would definitely talk to, but later, alone, when things had settled. For now, he was completely and totally Langoneth's. He quietly and cheerfully broke away from the group and walked to a nice, secluded place in the upper part of the Weyr. It was one of his favorite spots to lounge: from here, you could see the whole Weyr. At this time of morning, it glittering with glows and was otherwise still. Beautiful. As they moved further away from the gathering of people, Jikkiri felt – in a very intimate way – Langoneth begin to relax. It was as if his own muscles released their tautness, and his own spine was freed to move as it pleased. The big brown dragon loped beside him, head tilted to watch him move. Jikkiri smiled. “This is the place. I told you it would be nice.” he said, gesturing. rumbled Langoneth, sitting down and looking out over the Weyr. In the light of the glows, Jikkiri could see that the red had bled out of Langoneth's eyes, replaced by a calm blue. He sat next to the hatchling dragon, setting down the bucket of meat, the cutting knife, the basic injury kit, and his breakfast of pastries nearby. He stroked the dragon's side, marveling at Langoneth's soft, dark hide. “I picked a good spot, huh?” he said, looking out over the Weyr, “I've never been up here this early in the morning, but I thought it would be perfect.” Jikkiri pursed his lips, “I don't know why I thought so... but it's as if I've known you my whole life... Like I've been...”
An image of the great furred beast that was Langoneth's mental image, perched on a rock, watching vague shadow people go by. They flitted and danced among the shadows and the trees of a great forest. Occasionally, a glow of light would appear when a shadow approached a tree, a bright flash of thoughts and curiosity.
Some approached the beast, and he growled and snapped at their spectral hands... All the while, secretly, watching them, assessing them... hating them and grudgingly knowing that he would need one of them. Soon.“You were waiting too...” murmured Jikkiri, leaning against the dragon. An image: one shade among them all, spotted at a distance, glowing bright with perfection, but soon lost amidst the flashes of color...“For me.” said Langoneth, his voice neutral but confronting, confirming. “Would you have wanted me to? Your egg was all away from everybody else and I heard people say you were awfully fussy.” Jikkiri held out his arms to try to hug his great beast, “Which you are, Langoneth, so they weren't exactly wrong.” said Langoneth, slightly disgruntled. Langoneth thought the word was odd in reference to himself, but he sent no image with it, and addressed it no more. he grumbled, noncommitally. He unceremoniously shoved his head into Jikkiri's arms, rumbling with pleasure at Jikkiri's touch. Jikkiri hugged the dragon's massive head close to him, kissing him just above his eye ridge. “Well, I'm touching you now...” he said, chuckling. Langoneth purred. he said, his eyes narrowing in his harsh-angled face, “I won't” said Jikkiri, rubbing the brown just behind the headknob, where he knew he liked it. He knew it, just as he knew that the brown was his, and that his name was Langoneth, and that he was so much more than the monster that everybody thought he was. He was a beast, yes, but he was Jikkiri's beast. “I won't stop.” murmured Langoneth, his tail wrapping around Jikkiri possessively. he said. Jikkiri could feel it for himself, a warmth that flowed between them. “I love you too, my darling beastie.” said Jikkiri, “You are the most wonderful... The most wonderful...” the teenager struggled to find the word. There were so many ways to describe his dragon, but none of them seemed to fit him well enough. “Mine.” he said finally, leaning back, “You're mine.” Langoneth's head rested on Jikkiri's stomach as Jikkiri stared up at the sky. the dragon purred, the rumbles massaging Jikkiri's stomach. It gurgled in response – it was nearly time for breakfast. “Mmm.” thought Jikkiri, debating if he should pick up a pastry. “Of course. Nobody else has me like you do, beastie. You are special.” he stroked the brown's long face, “You are my special beastie.” Langoneth stretched, nuzzling his head into Jikkiri's belly. He was tired, Jikkiri realized, and no wonder: the brown had just been born, and had come clawing and crashing into the world. It was nice here. Warm sloshing made a lovely melody around Langoneth's head...“You like my stomach, huh.” murmured Jikkiri, “Well, I like your... um... everything.” he laughed, his stomach straining slightly to move under the weight of the brown's head. Langoneth liked the swishing. And the regular sloshing beat of Jikkiri's heart, and the whooshing of his breath. And his warmth. And his laugh.
the dragon said, sighing, . Jikkiri realized he was tired too. “It's been a long day mine, and it hasn't even started yet.” he said, looking up at the sky. It was a mildly cloudy night, and the stars peeked through often. Including the Red star. Jikkiri knew that Langoneth was looking too. “What do you think?” he asked, running his hands over his beast's jagged neck ridges. murmured Langoneth. The stars were like eyes, flickering but cold, and so far away. They turned the sky from a realm of endless blackness into something amazing.
And the Red Star... it shone, beautiful and deadly, it's viciousness matched by Langoneth's own. He was not afraid of it... But it could hurt his.
Mentally, the beast howled to it, a challenge from a hatchling fresh out of it's shell: He would not let it hurt his Jikki.“I'm not scared either,” commented Jikkiri, stretching his neck to give his dragon another kiss on the jowl, “Not with you around. Not with Jamarin. Not with anybody.” murmured the dragon, shoving away thoughts of the others with a forceful mental nudge. Jikkiri only needed the beast. Langoneth could take on the star on his own. He was big, and strong, and Jikkiri was his.Jikkiri wasn't sure what to say to that. Slowly, though, he became aware that it was growing lighter out, the darkness beginning to wash out of their surroundings. “Oh!” he said, sitting up curiously. Langoneth raised his head, looking up at his rider, a flicker of yellow entering his soothed green eyes. “We're in for a treat.” said Jikkiri, delightedly, “You'll see!” Curious despite himself, Langoneth looked in the direction his bonded looked, staring at the mountains that edged the weyr. started the brown again, puzzled, before he saw it: a gold-edged disk cresting the edge of the weyrbowl. He made a surprised 'harruf!' as the weyr was slowly bathed in gold. said Langoneth, his eyes a rapidly whirling blue. The brown sat up to watch as the light crept closer and the sky was painted red and gold and, gradually, blue. Jikkiri laughed. “And that, is a sunrise!” he said, pleased, “Isn't it lovely?” It was magnificent. It was marvellous. It was awe incarnate, full of wonder as it revealed to Langoneth his first day, and sadness as it washed away the glittering, faraway stars...
Langoneth murmured, leaning his head on Jikkiri and sighing as he watched day break, “Yes.” said Jikkiri, enjoying his partner's surging emotions. He snuggled Langoneth close. “Well, that's that, then.” he murmured. “Our first day together has begun.” said Langoneth. That sounded... Right.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 11:09 am
Eternal Reason said Atibonth, as Jamarin lay on the pallet provided him. The blue's eyes were bright, but flickered with a vaguely concerned yellow. Jamarin was trying to sleep. At his dragon's voice, he opened his eyes, glowering at Atibonth. “I'm tryin' to.” he grumbled quietly, as if it was the dragon's fault. It wasn't, Atibonth knew, that. the dragon reassured, Jamarin did not believe him, not really. He'd seen the dragon that had 'gotten' Jikkiri – that was not a dragon to mess with, nor one that would suffer any intruders. Jikki was gone – there would be no getting him back. said Atibonth, nuzzling Jamarin's side. Jamarin, true to his nature, had chosen the most spartan corner of the former goldrider weyr to sleep. It was the morning... or evening... after the hatching, the time being difficult to tell because of how late the hatching had occurred. Or early. Atibonth looked towards the secluded, dark place where the large, dark brown slept, coiled around Jikkiri. The dragon looked down at him, smiling adoringly in a dragonic way. Jamarin put a rough hand on Atibonth's neck and pet him. “I guess I keep people busy, huh.” he said, roughly. He always kept people busy. He'd kept Jikkiri busy trying to stop his fights. At least, unlike Jikkiri, he worked for his keep: he kept himself busy too. laughed Atibonth, he explained, Jamarin wondered if maybe the incredibly reasonable dragon had made a mistake. He cuddled up to his thin blanket in the dark. said Atibonth, confident, he wrapped his tail around Jamarin, with a slight hint of guilty possessiveness. “Whole?” Jamarin frowned, “I was never...” the dragon interrupted him quietly, Jamarin had noticed. Talking to the blue gave him some form of satisfaction, though. Atibonth laughed, he said, snuggling his newly-bonded. Atibonth's eyes shut halfway. His mind voice became a hum – gentle and soothing and motherly, and Jamarin felt the door to sleep finally open. As he fell asleep, he realized just how lucky he was. “Love you.” he murmured, as sleep took him. said Atibonth, following him shortly after.
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