M’rak’s Unbridled Pegasus Bronze Kyrioth

Come gather 'round me, cowboys,
And listen to me close
Whilst I tells yuh 'bout a mustang
That must uh been a ghost.
Curley Fletcher, The Flying Outlaw

Crying for the Moon Egg

Dim shades of graying colors swirl in a hazy sunset tableau. Washed-out crimson covers the base and spirals upwards in uneven lines, fading by degrees to the murky blue steel of dusk. It is neither clear-cut as a winter's horizon nor simply dimmed age. The egg's patterns are inconsistent as if seen through dust-coated, ancient glass. Near the egg's darkening crown, a clouded grey circle emerges, its shape more implied than described.

Hatching Message

Crying for the Moon Egg quakes under the pressure of inner thunder. It cracks, and crackles — tiny fragments of shell falling away to pepper the sand beneath. For a moment, the egg is still. Then it is shattered by the vehement plunge of a proud dragonet's head. Encasing fragments of shell are thrust back and away by the wide plant of feet, broad wings spearing up and out as the Unbridled Pegasus Bronze Dragonet rears forth from the eggy wreckage.

Unbridled Pegasus Bronze Dragonet

Nobility mantles itself in bronze, but bronze occluded, bronze obscured. Yet the darkness that masks his hide also defines the clean lines of his proud neck and the strong angles of wide-set shoulders. Moonshadow dapples his legs and tail: a silver-greened starfield across the powerful muscles of his haunches. Wide, over-reaching wings sweep back to cover such distinction, but there is no self-effacement in the cut of his long equine head. The eyes that look out of the dark face are frank: acknowledging who he is; determining who he shall be.

Public Impression Pose

Unbridled Pegasus Bronze Dragonet hears a whoop, rolls an eye. Still struggling with those ungainly wings, he follows the sound to its source—it might be a journey of several minutes but he gets there. There before a candidate who doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands. He gapes his teeth in an amused but satisfied leer. You requested an inner killer?

Private Impression Message

There is a touch on your mind, barely perceptible at first, but growing swiftly stronger — a breath of wind that opens out into a whispered softness of sensation that leaves no part of you out, no aspect of your self untouched. « You. » The single word encompasses all that first touch found, an awakening breath hinted in greeney brown and carrying with it the suggestion of supple old leather. Dry, dry, dry as dust: « You will do. » Beneath dryness, the opening embrace of a bond, seeding itself rich and deep and bathing you in the content warmth and quiet pride of his certainty. « We will do. M'rak and Kyrioth. »

Oh, M’rak, what have you let yourself in for? We adored you pretty much from the get go, and we get an obscene amount of pleasure from poking at Meerak’s little prejudices. Now that you’ve shed your white knot, you’ll get less direct interference from us, but we hope that Kyrioth can pick up where we left off!

Egg Inspiration

“Crying for the moon” means to long for something you can never have. The French call it, “Il veut prendre la lune avec les dents” - “He wants to take the moon between his teeth,” related to the idea that the moon is made of cheese.

We liked the desc of this egg, but we also liked how this tied in with the Pegasus myth, with Bellerophon wishing to enter Mount Olympus by riding Pegasus.

Theme Inspiration

He goes by the name of Pegasus,
He has himself wings to fly;
He eats and drinks in the Bad Lands,
And ranges around in the sky.

Seems he belongs to an outfit,
Some sisters, The Muses, they say,
And they always kep 'im in hobbles
Till he busts 'em and gets away.
Curley Fletcher, The Flying Outlaw

Pegasus, mount of heroes! Conceived by Poseidon on Medusa, he sprang from the gorgon's neck after Perseus cut her head off. In some versions of the myth, he then helped Perseus slay the sea-monster (Aerulunth!) and rescue Andromeda. More commonly written is that he was tamed by Bellerophon with the aid of a golden bridle and that together they killed the chimaera. Success went to Bellerophon's head and he tried to fly up to Mount Olympus, home of the Gods. Zeus sent a gadfly to sting Pegasus, and the winged horse threw Bellerophon and entered Olympus alone. He became the bearer of Zeus' thunderbolts and was later placed in the stars.

Unlike Bellerophon, you will have no magic bridle to tame your pegasus. Still, you should equally beware of letting your mount go to your head lest you too be thrown.

Name Inspiration

The name Kyrioth comes from the greek ‘kyrios’ meaning 'lord', or simply 'sir'. The pronunciation is up to you, although the most common anglicisation is 'Kirrioth'. 'Kurioth' and 'Ky-rioth' are also possibles.

We wanted something to represent the innate nobility of a bronze dragon, particularly with how M’rak will see it. Titles don't sit well with Meerak, so we couldn't resist elevating his dragon to the peerage! It's not often we want to build a noble bronze, but we are very curious as to how M’rak will handle this conflict with his class issues.

"Surrender yourselves! It's five against two, you're clearly outnumbered."
"That's true. But you are clearly outmatched."
Iroh to an attacker, Avatar: The Last Airbender

A bronze is a bronze, and while that may end up meaning something else during the Interval, among the dragons, the bronzes will always be the ones that vie for leadership. They're the aristocracy.


Kyrioth's mindvoice is low, and slow, and dry. There is a hint of old paper about him, well-aged leather and the raw darkness of whiskey. His voice is a subtle thing, and soft: its touch whispers like wind and bears the gentle rasp of sand. He is not a colorful speaker, flash over substance; when he infuses color at all, he works in muted tones of brown and grey and green, portraying more through shades within a single color than through their variety. He does not speak in an overabundance of words. Instead he is to the point. His tools are image, concept and feeling, engaging the senses as well as the mind.

When irritated, his voice only grows softer, his words more direct, the backdrop blanker of color and image and less yielding. When his mood is more expansive, there is more likelihood of a panoply of accompanying sensation; but Kyrioth is not one to overwhelm or overbear. Not that way.

I puts my hackamore on him,
And a pair uh blinds on his eyes;
I hobbles his wings tight together
So he can't go back to the skies.

I lets him up when he's saddled,
My cinch is sunk deep in his hide;
I takes the slack out uh my spur straps
'Cause it looks like a pretty tough ride.
- Curley Fletcher, The Flying Outlaw


We shadowed Kyrioth's hide, both because you requested it and because we didn't want him to flaunt his bronzeness. He's inescapably bronze, but he's not the peacock that Aojadinth is! Instead of Ghraith's copper filigree, he's inherited Cadgwith's greenish-silver highlights which just give him a bit of illusive lustre on his legs and tail. This is slightly more defined on his rump, appaloosa-style.

As Pegasus, we envisioned him with a bit of a draft-horse build: not huge, but sturdy with aristocratic lines. Chiseled rather than rugged, but definitely not a pretty boy! His wings are just a touch out of proportion, a little too big. This could cause him some initial difficulty in weyrlinghood—both in tripping over them and in co-ordinating them for an effective flap—but with a little practice, he'll be able to bank on the air-currents with unexpected deftness for his size.

On land, there's something much steadier about Kyrioth—most of the time. He's solid, strong, reassuring. His gait is heavy and deliberate, with an awareness of his bulk, but his legs are too long to plod. He strides—or at least he will when he's learned to hold those wings out of the way. Regrettably, he does have a bad habit of fidgeting if he has to stand still for too long. It will just be something small—twitching the tip of his tail,
flexing his claws, shuffling those big, big wings—and he won't notice he's doing it, but it might be something you want to keep an eye on when it comes to the more disciplinarian weyrlingmasters.


Like Pegasus, Kyrioth is not easily won over, but he can be ‘tamed’ and without a bridle. M’rak will have a big advantage in Impression, but he’ll quickly find that Kyrioth’s agreed to take him on, not the other way around.

Quite what Meerak’s reaction will be when it sinks in that he’s now a bronzerider is something we’ll leave for you to decide/find out! Yet we think we can safely say that, despite all Meerak’s preconceived notions, he won’t be expecting Kyrioth.

Kyrioth isn’t arrogant or vain, but he has absolutely no problem with who he is. He likes himself, inasmuch as he thinks of it that way. He also likes M’rak, but he’ll have sized him up within two minutes of Impression and determined that he is going to be the dominant partner.

“Kyrioth, I have almost twenty-one turns of experience! You were born yesterday!”
« Which is why I value your advice highly when I make the decisions. »

In defining Kyrioth’s mentoring style, we wanted to borrow from General Iroh in Avatar: The Last Airbender, and his relationship with the exiled Prince Zuko: the sense of mentor/pupil built out of pure love as much as instruction and wisdom, the shrewd, cagey cleverness of the man, and the dry sharpness of his wit. It is one of Iroh's prime functions to knock Zuko down a peg—to redirect his rage as well as he redirects the lightning—without breaking his pride or resorting to cruelty, the blades of mockery gentled by their delivery from the man who is ever Zuko's most stalwart bulwark of support. He pushes Zuko to learn from those he would rather scorn; with his guidance, Zuko grows towards discipline and a quieter personal strength than what he has now,

Zuko: I want my father not to think I'm worthless.
Iroh: I'm sure he doesn't. Why would he banish you if he didn't care?

M’rak has undergone the opposite ordeal to Zuko; he’s more of a Cinderella—except a Cinders who went to the ball to sniff at how the other half lived and never bargained for the prince falling in love with him! As a no-rank hunter who had earned everything he had, he could nurture a kind of defiant pride. He’s not going to be happy when the majority of Pern judge him by the colour of his dragon’s hide.

Kyrioth understands this, but he also realises that he will always be bronze. Fortunately, he’s not an insecure personality, so he can distinguish between M’rak’s crises over class issues and his actual feelings for him. It is perhaps because of this that he feels absolutely no need to pander to M’rak’s own insecurities. If M’rak does something that Kyrioth disagrees with, he will hear about it in no uncertain terms, and should he push Kyrioth too far… well… just remember, he can only be ridden at his sufferance. Of all the weyrling class, we suspect that it’s M’rak who will first learn the lesson that you require the dragon’s co-operation to put on straps and mount.

It may take a while to realise it, but in his own way, Kyrioth has every respect for M’rak. He’ll very rarely actually tell him to do anything; instead he makes lots of observations about an alternative course of action. It’s passive aggressive, and we’re sure it will frequently wind M’rak up no end, but sooner or later M’rak will realise that Kyrioth is patient and unfailing in his support, however he might phrase it. While Kyrioth will refuse to co-operate if he has a problem with his rider, he’ll be staunch at his side should M’rak be on the receiving end of a weyrlingmaster tirade or should his wingleader have an issue with his performance. He won’t help M’rak block out the words of others, but he will help him bear them.

He will also defend M’rak when he tries the patience of others. Let’s face it. M’rak’s not going to get through weyrlinghood without inspiring murderous thoughts in one of his clutchmates. Fortunately, Kyrioth will be there for him; just don’t expect him to smooth things over.

« But Neasiursath, it’s true. Your rider’s previous education is not helping her shovel dung out of your couch. If you’re upset about it, perhaps you should learn to get outside first and save her the trip. »

Don’t worry. While he may not prevent people from coming up the idea, we’re reasonably sure that Kyrioth will stop anybody from slitting M’rak’s throat while he sleeps.

Iroh: "It's a nice night for a walk. Why don't you come join me? Or you can just stay in your room and sit in the dark. Whatever makes you happy."

Which is not to say that Kyrioth is all about M’rak. Oh, no! He has a life beyond mentoring! And most of that life involves being happy. He’s not a hedonist, but he makes the best of what life gives him. His glass is half-full.

“Dammit, if Nabol could just get their tithes straight, we wouldn’t have to keep coming back here.”
« Yes, but their watchdragon is both a very comely green and a very lonely one. Take your time with the steward. »

Kyrioth has an eye for the beauty of his surroundings, so he’ll enjoy the sight of moonlight on snow during nightsweeps. He has a firm belief in duty, so he’ll perform the tedium of weyrling drills without complaint (unless it’s a day when M’rak is not permitted to ride him). He’s a sociable sort, so he’ll enjoy lounging around outside with his fellow dragons while waiting for you to finish whatever takes you indoors. He enjoys new experiences, so he looks forward to running errands outside the Weyr. He finds cold invigorating, heat relaxing. He appreciates the rush of physical exercise—but perhaps he won’t be so keen on being reminded of that after losing a mating flight.

This isn’t to say he’s all happy happy joy joy. In fact, M’rak is probably the only person who will realise how contented Kyrioth is. He is abrupt and occasionally rude in his dealings with others, and he certainly never deals out compliments or gratitude. He’s too candid for his own good, freely admitting that the only reason he’s cuddling up to that green is because he knows she’ll be going proddy in another sevenday and a little preference never hurts anybody’s chances. To the outside world, Kyrioth is a cynic and a grouch—although he possesses that strain of charisma that means most people won’t be able to help liking him anyway.

He may uh had wings like an angle,
And he may uh been light on his feet,
But he oughta had horns like the devil
And a mouth fit fer eatin' raw meat.
Curley Fletcher, The Flying Outlaw

While not a womaniser, Kyrioth will have his share of luck with flights. Those wings of his will give him an advantage, as will his good looks, and then there’s his attitude. He never says so in so many words, but every green and gold in the Weyr will know that he would like to win her flight (and feel duly flattered). Coupled with that is the understanding that he does not need to. Oh, he’ll respond to any flirtations or overtures the lady might make to him, but she’ll be the one instigating them, not him. Should the lady prefer not to dally with the boys until her flight, then he will be the soul of discretion and respect—and make cutting remarks about any jumped up pretty boys strutting around in front of her.

It’s not quite treating them mean to keep them keen, but the end result is that a lot of the Weyr’s female dragons will become curious enough about Kyrioth to want to get to know him better. And a lot of that has to do with the slow realisation that no matter what he says to them, he does respect them.

In one respect, any position of authority he gains will work out in the same way, although his approach to it will be more like how he handles M’rak. Grousing on the part of those who look to his command will be cut down and devalued with a casual observation. Positive reinforcement is not a concept he’s heard of.

But he loves his Weyr. And he usually goes all avuncular over the dragons following him—although one of his faults is that if he doesn’t have any respect for somebody, he’ll make no effort to work with them and, indeed, will do his utmost to get them into somebody else’s command. This would be impossible should he become Weyrlingmaster, (which could be a reason both for and against M’rak taking on that role), but it would be awkward in any position:

« We’re Weyrleader. Of course, we can transfer them! »
“We can’t just fob all our troublemakers off on Igen!”
« But why should we be letting them have room and board here? They’re a complete waste of space, and I’m having nothing more to do with them! »

Sometimes, just sometimes, you are grateful that Thread is no longer falling, because you get a sneaking suspicion that he might use it to solve one or two ‘problems’.

Zuko: "This city is a prison. I don't want to make a life here."
Iroh: "Life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not."

The Interval presents its own set of problems, of course. Kyrioth in Interval will be like Pegasus in Mount Olympus. Oh, Pegasus was granted a great honour in being allowed to live with the Gods. Not only that, but he was given the special privilege of carrying Zeus’ thunderbolts! Except… doesn’t that make him just a glorified beast of burden? To live in the Interval, to be free of the fear of Thread, is also a great thing. To be a bronzerider is still a fine privilege. However, what does a bronze and his rider do in an Interval?

Kyrioth is not lazy. He’ll want to do something so that he knows he’s pulling his weight. It doesn’t matter to him what that is. Even digging a cesspit for a Hold is an essential task. The important thing is that he’s being useful.

We’re not sure how M’rak will handle this. Will he be keen to show that he is no snob now that he’s a bronzerider and get right in that cesspit with Kyrioth? Or will he develop a streak of ambition for his dragon and negotiate ‘higher’ duties?

Iroh: "It's time for you to look inward and start asking yourself the big question: who are you and what do YOU want?"

Perhaps the best advice we can give to M’rak is to listen to the advice that Kyrioth gives him. It may seem like he has the most stubborn, prickly and callous dragon of the clutch, but Kyrioth is the best friend he’ll ever have.

I've lost a good saddle and bridle,
My rope and some other good things,
But I'm sure glad to be here to tell yuh
To stay off uh horses with wings.
Curley Fletcher, The Flying Outlaw

(full text at: http://www.phy.duke.edu/~hsg/55/poems/flying-outlaw.txt)


Name: Sao
Egg Desc: G'deon
Dragonet Desc: Siannen; Pyrene tweak
Messages: Sao
Puppeteer: Pyrene
Inspiration: Pyrene, Sao, Siannen

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