Eth'n's Snacking On Crocodiles Bronze Ysvarth

Ooooooooooh Ethan, Eth’n, did you REALLY think we were going to let you slip through our fingers?! We hope you enjoy your slippery Ysvarth as much as we love your slippery plots… and do hope that you both don’t scheme to take over Pern, because that could be, er, scary.

FYI: His blingy darkness: Click me.

What started as a sad little egg…

Kindness Was A Virtue Egg

Fresh aqua, in consideration of a patch of esteemed violet, ribbons precious available surface area magnanimously. Thoughtful corrugations crease through these blue-green trimmings that make a squat egg even larger. The shell is smooth, fond of touch, with no bumpy or rough arguments. But voids of no color dissolve banners of it on two-thirds of egg's roundness and rasp the shell as if it were acid eaten.

I don't normally think kindness is obsolete, but I had to be a smart alec pessimist if only for a moment! This is the egg you either want to help by buffing off the dark spot or taking a permanent marker over the last section of color and laughing about it.- Erarei

… hatched into your perfect nightmare …

Kindness Was A Virtue Egg was reminiscing of time past, and thus quiet until now. Relatively so, at least—but the past is now gone, kindness and all softness a mere echo of a ghost of a life centuries past. It crumbles rather than cracks, this egg, dissolving into powder on the hot sands. Where once was gentle past, now stands Snacking On Crocodiles Bronze Hatchling.

Snacking On Crocodiles Bronze Hatchling

Shattered diamonds ice the Abyss itself, slithering shiny over sharp edges and shadows cast from jagged lines. Sable-in-shadow cloaks serpentine form from too-long neck to outright snaking tail, lit only by faint silvered highlights. Moonlight-on-obsidian continues unchecked through narrow-built wings, deepened to the blackest nightmare in wicked talons and wingspars disproportionately long. His narrow chest screams discord, as does his concave, symmetrical face: where all else is dark, they are touched with internal fire, an inferno which lights him with forge-fired bronze, a stark contrast to rest of his silver-echoed-night.

… who claimed you for His Own.

Public Impression Pose

Snacking On Crocodiles Bronze Hatchling continues with his slithering-serpent speed; or, more specifically, lack thereof. Every motion has Purpose, however, and every step of planted obsidian paws comes with a sense of finality: he is getting close. One glance towards his dam, the vestiges of some instinct that has not fully bred out, and then he’s picking a local as his own, shaggy dark hair and piercing eyes to match his crags and shadows.

Private Impression Message

The heat of the sands is simply gone. It does not fade, it does not shift: it simply was there, and then not. Replaced is the chill of desert at night, the colors which mark the living aged and faded to silver and cold. Only an alien presence of that which is most familiar is left, marking you as his own. « Eth’n, » or did he even say your name? You know it, as he knows himself to be Ysvarth. Purpose, devoid of such ridiculous emotion as love or caring, suddenly descends. « We will accomplish much. » This is to say the ocean is wet: a truth, yet wholly inadequate to scope. « But first. » Are you hungry? It is only then you realize that you will never be apart, and that that which you believe is you … is him.

Dragon Theme

Titanoboa Cerrejonensis. The remains of the biggest snake to ever grace the face of the Earth was found in 2009, among remains of turtles and crocodiles. Reaching lengths up to *fifty feet*, and total diameter of three feet at the thickest part of the body, these snakes would snack on current anacondas for a pre-breakfast warmup. Researchers noted that this huge serpentine creature could quite easily eat cows for meals and crocodiles for snacks! Thus the name, in case you were wondering. We felt that an ancient serpent, huge and long and totally alien – even so much as to be an apex predator above and beyond fearsome crocodiles – fit your views for Ethan’s dream dragon *perfectly*. The following inspiration is loosely based off of the idea of a king-snake among dragons- similar, to be sure, but entirely Other.

Name Inspiration

Some names come easily: very easily. Some names… not so much. We’ll let you guess which one Ysvarth belongs to. Oh, fine, we’ll tell you. It’s a good thing that Xilaros and Linny spend a lot of time on the computer in between dealing with reality, because it took several hours – and several hundred names – until Linny had the absofreakinglutely genius idea of Ysvarth. (It’s hard to find a name that starts with ‘Ys’ and isn’t tremendously a)feminine; or b) fugly. Just in case you were wondering.)

Ysvarth’s root word is ‘svartálfar’. It is a word from Norse mythology: the name of the dark elves. We felt it quite fitting, a gracious race shrouded in darkness lend a helping hand in naming a dragon hid in the shadows. We feel Ysvarth itself commands a masculine presence, a subtle flavor that hopefully fit with your requests regarding nomenclature.


Once upon a time, there was love and happiness, random little things to brighten your day and make you feel special. That was then. This is now. All the colors of the Sands fade, leaving an oddly monochromatic black-and-white landscape about you. Memories of a kind hand helping you up when you were little and skinned your knee sparkle with technicolor, just beyond your field of vision. – egg emit: Kindness Was A Virtue.

Monochromatic landscapes, a black and white sea of colorless drab, a desert at night with everything bright gone into hiding: only a Watchfulness, of the desert itself, looming disconcertingly over any who dare to traverse it. Dewdrops on black volcanic glass, as viewed by stark moonlight, left to perish come the morning sun but immortal for the night.

This is your Ysvarth.

He is not given to colors, or scents, as his clutchmates are. He can see color, just fine; his rare usage of color will be primarily reserved for visualizations – it would not do to be flung ::between:: for the ages simply for his distaste of garish brightness, after all – and flights, which … are a totally different case.

His colorless crags and shadowed, silver-moonlit serene ponds may freak out a clutchmate or two, to be honest. He exudes something that is Other, something that is not of the here and now. Khetanaxeroth will understand more than the others, though she will also be the first to sprawl sunlight and heat and the jewel-shades of savanna in bloom into his craggy mindscape.

He is not black or white. He is shades of grey, with the rarest touch of metallic gleaming as silvered, treasured moonlight. Smoke will be his one defining characteristic, his otherwise crisp mindscapes fogged with the faintest of acrid smoke. He will use it sparingly, but when he does, the deliberate usage of it will be startling, drawing those used to his quiet, alien mindscapes to whatever point he is trying to point out… or away from those points of which he would rather have obscured.


His voice is dark and deep, a mid-range baritone of surprisingly rich qualities. His tones will be rather startlingly like those of his sire, Aojadinth – sans the bees and the honey, of course. Just his voice: it’s rich, and made for much more eloquence than Ysvarth will ever be given to speak.


Fresh-hatched, Ysvarth will be perhaps surprisingly uncanny on the ground. While completely still, while settled in repose, his coloration is one to give the impression of creeping, the way the darkest-bronze shades slither over his hide so close to black as to be almost impossible to tell a differing. His shine is the only thing to give him away as a metallic, and not an overly-large brown; and, of course, his mask.

Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light, they say, forgetful of the shadow's speed.
– Howard Nemerov

He'll move in a way more snake-with-legs than lizard-with-wings; a weaving back-and-forth much like the lizard Obi-Wan Kenobi rides in Star Wars: Episode II, with perhaps less enthusiasm. Okay, certainly with less enthusiasm. The only time Ysvarth will ever show striking speed is flights or hunting; and neither of those will be applicable early on.

Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous.
- Chanakya

Those long limbs of his are cumbersome on the ground. His tail is too long to properly hold aloft, as most dragons do – it will strain him for no end if he tries to carry it, for it’s simply too heavy due to sheer size. His neck and back are similarly lengthy, and he’ll always have a low-carriage rather than the erect posture of some shorter-limbed dragons. He feels no need to make up anything in size, even though at full growth he’ll mass on the small side of bronzes, but for his extraordinary length.

Even so, as a youngster with the slithering tail and sideways motion, he’ll somehow miraculously avoid tipping oil pots and encroaching other’s space. He’s surprisingly well-composed, even down to controlling himself physically.

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
- Walt Whitman

He’ll grow long, and long, and longer yet, until Ethan despairs of ever having more than a tunnelsnake with wings as a lifemate—he’ll be a skinny, gaunt thing during weyrlinghood, wretched to cast eyes upon. He won’t care. He understands that he’ll fill into himself someday: and the truth of the matter is that he will. One day, late in weyrlinghood, you’ll wake up and go to your ledge, and there he’ll be… but with less ribs showing. The next day, he’ll be lean, with a hint of Khetanaxeroth’s cruel length to him.

The day after that, he’ll be completely filled in, a glossy, rather handsome – though rare is the person to name the prickly dragon /handsome/, he does fit the bill, if not typically – specimen of prime bronze.

Speaking of prickly, he will never exactly be a comfortable ride, even when full-grown. There is nothing smooth, topside of Ysvarth; his neckridges are as an outcropping of scattered rough-hewn obsidian arrowheads, glossy and *sharp*. Should Eth’n ever want to have a comfortable ride, he’ll be needing to go to the herders for sheepskin to make himself a saddle of sorts – and don’t think for a moment that Ysvarth’s pride will allow *that* to happen. Maybe if it’s dyed a deep, dark blue to set off his hide… perhaps then. But Ysvarth cannot afford to look cheap, and he’ll be the first to let Eth’n know this, in sharply clipped tones as if the bronzerider should know this before he even mentions it.

Oiling Ysvarth will not be a hassle. The bronze is a remarkably easy keeper in that fashion, for he quite understands the underlying purpose of oiling: it is not for relief of itching. That much he will stand stoicly, instead of the risk of wing-rot; he’d rather itch than be less than whole. But on the flip side of the same leaf, he will not allow Eth’n to skimp on oiling places that need it; he will direct his rider to the locations overdry, and will expect Eth’n’s full cooperation to performing the job as well as could be performed, until it’s performed in its entirety.


He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche

Most masks are for hiding something. They obscure important things, such as a crucial point of identity: or something far is too fearsome to be made public. Other dragons have masks of blue-washed white, of sable darkness, of brassy red. It only makes sense, then, that Ysvarth’s mask is antiqued, perfect bronze, and that his façade of is one of beauty.

From the very beginning, Ethan would be wise to suspect that something’s… not quite right, with his lifemate. Perhaps then it comes as no surprise that Ysvarth picked Ethan, since Eth is most certainly the only person that *wouldn’t* suspect. They fit together as a hand in a glove. They work together with the thoughtlessness that only long-married couples tend to have; it does not require much to get the job done, after all, whatever job that may be, if working in tandem with a talented partner.

Ysvarth is very purposeful. Purposeful. Capital P. His lack of emotion excepting this animus may be extremely startling to certain dragons, those who spend time with him especially. Just as the titanoboa was the apex predator of it’s time, so Ysvarth is a male of the apex species of Pern: and a bronze dragon, at that. He isn’t /evil/. He isn’t /good/. He simply has no problems using whatever means necessary to get the job done. And that job, you ask? Whatever could it be that he would need to use such means? Whatever benefits him, is the answer. He has his eye on being More. If he’s a weyrling, he wants to be the weyrling wingleader. A wingrider, freshly graduated, he’ll have his eye on a wingsecond position. Or maybe assistant weyrlingmaster. Wingleader. Weyrlingmaster. Weyrleader. More. More. More. He is all-devouring in his ambition, and at most junctions have nothing against using his own lifemate to further himself.

This isn’t to say that he also cannot be used against himself. Ysvarth is hyperaware of the fact that in order for himself to be successful, Eth’n also must be. There is no need for love in their interactions, or excessive caring. He requires certain actions from Eth’n to survive and be comfortable, and he returns the favor by performing his draconic duties without complaint. Again, love needs not apply here. One doesn’t love a foot any more than one loves a hand, for instance. Then again… a foot can’t just walk off by itself. More often than not, Eth’n and Ysvarth will work together without hitch, without problems. But Ysvarth’s ambition will often cause Eth’n some irate moments.

I'm not interested in preserving the status quo; I want to overthrow it.
Niccolo Machiavelli

« If Kaelidyth was senior, it would be easier. She is younger. More pliant. Her rider is more malleable. We could do much, with them, rather than Aevryscienth and her ilk. »

He’ll have aspirations to remove Aevryscienth. It is only normal, as she foremost has no genetic ties to him, and thus no lingering attachment; and Faranth, will she annoy the crap out of him. Her fire, her brightness, her fierceness; her scorn will wound him early, and it likely will not cease. Eth’n’s devotion to Aevryscienth’s rider will prove… troublesome.

It matters little. At least Ysvarth will end arguments with that dismissive statement, especially when any of those irritatingly necessary golds come into it.

The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.
-Robert K Dick

He’ll be given to having odd relationships with dragons. Most often, they are mere pawns in his efforts. He’ll work at his manipulations on his clutchmates, for it will take him some time to perfect emotions. They don’t come easily to Ysvarth, and as most times manipulations require… getting ‘cozy’ with someone, they will thus be the one thing he works on fiercest through weyrlinghood. Occaisionally Eth’n may think he’s going crazy, because he’ll listen into Ys’ conversations to find him flirting— *flirting!* with a green. Only after thinking about it will Eth’n realize, oh, that green? A wingleader’s green, and while not one directly associated with either of you, certainly someone to get on one’s side for further political machinations.

He’ll hold an odd relationship especially with Ligryth, whose darkness touches upon his, though hers is far more… obvious. As a manipulator himself, he’s generally impervious to others’ workings, but her treachery may take him a while to become accustomed to. Indeed, Ligryth during weyrlinghood could well shape him moreso into the calculating tactician he turns into later.

Don’t think that just because Ysvarth has his own ideas for the weyr that Eth’n’s won’t ever come into the picture. Or that Ysvarth will discard Eth’n’s wants and desires for the ‘greater’ idea. Time is one thing on Ys’ side. He has the rest of his long life to get what he wants. So if Eth’n decides, one day, to be the best-looking dragonrider in the weyr…

« You should be exercising. Why are you eating that bubbly-pie? You know it will make your waistline most unattractive. Put it down. In a sevenday’s time you’ll be able to go to the weavers, commission another set of riding leaders, and then that green’s rider will not be able to resist you. But first, you must work out harder. Harder! »

All of this will be accompanied by the unique compulsion to follow his words, much as you would tell an arm to move; he is Eth’n’s lifemate, and he has no small amount of control over that mindlink. It is only expected that Eth’n learn his own amount of willpower, to prevent from being taken over entirely. Somehow… we don’t think it’s going to be a problem.

It's only arrogance if you're wrong.
- unknown source

Oh, and he’ll be uniquely judgmental when it comes to any mates you decide to grace with your presence. This includes one night stands.

« Eth’n, you cannot be serious. That woman is as big as the side of a barn. »

« You must be kidding. Can you not tell her hair is dyed? »

« Don’t even think about it. Do you know how many people have slept with her? »

Indeed, he may seem… jealous, perhaps, in that respect. And perhaps a bit of it is jealousy-bound, for even when the person seems *perfect*, he’ll have an objection. But often times he’ll be more discomfited by the idea of Eth’n feeling something for a person than for the actual act of love itself.

His schedule will often leave Eth’n scratching his head, though it makes sense enough for Ysvarth. He has no problems waking up early in the morning for drills, early enough to work himself hard in calisthenics during weyrlinghood. In the afternoon, however, he’ll take to enjoying long naps – a rare bit of hedonistic behavior? Not even. A tactical move, for sure, to give him enough energy to conquer the night, as night is where his best laid plans are executed.

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
- T. E. Lawrence

Perhaps later in life, Eth’n will connect with his dragon in a more personable way than this alien symbiosis which grips them from the start. Perhaps age will season Ysvarth away from his fiendish plots, soften him to care. Perhaps. Then again… perhaps not.

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you


The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason, he wants woman… as the most dangerous plaything.
Friedrich Nietzsche

There’s certainly something to be said for repressing all emotion, all feeling. It all comes back to bite you in the ass at a later date, and for Ysvarth, that time is during flights. He loses his shit during flights—and that’s putting it nicely.

Ysvarth, who is so compellingly put-together, Purposeful and composed, will be rather scarily different when it comes to flights. Perhaps some had serious reservations for this particular dragon – weyrlingmasters in particular, who are old enough to see certain traits shared with such dubious dragons as Morchainth – but they need not worry as they think they should.

Ysvarth turns into a 15-turn-old-boy. See, they run on hormones. It’s all about girls, girls, girls. There’s no flirting, no sly words, no coy actions. It’s all about how they can get into a girl’s pants as soon as freaking possible. The very moment that he gets the sense that a green, or even a gold for that matter, may me going up, he’s practically like a canine humping their leg. That glow gets bright enough, and he’s switching off from symbiosis and onto pure hormonal horniness. He has no real words for the proddy dragon, just feelings sent her way: the main feeling is simple. I WANNA BE ON YOU.

Everything I do, I feel is genius. Whether it is or it isn't.
- Rufus Wainwright

Everything falls apart during this time, not just his usual personality. Those “unnecessary” colors, that he finds so distasteful during everyday life? He’s all about them during flights, though he’ll stick to mainly the primary colors: usually red, blue, and green, tossing in an occasional yellow if he really has to get his point across. One moment he’s all moonlight-cloaked desert, and the next his black and whites are washed with reds and blues, as vivid and bold as if someone took a wide brush and painted them on with oil-based paint.

During the flight itself, Ysvarth will not be one to reserve his strength for the long battle at hand. Oh, no, he couldn’t quite be so smart. The very second he’s in the air, he’ll be flying towards that green or gold with all of his strength, everything that he can muster. He’s not looking at what’s ahead. He’s not being tactical. He doesn’t have any thoughts at all for what it may take to actually *win*. All he knows is that she is what he wants. He wants her, and he wants her right now. The end. Again, much like a 15 turn old boy, all he’s got guiding him are his hormones. (Can you say wham, bam, thank you ma’am?) For green flights, that might just work to his advantage, but until he can learn to get that under control, he will likely end up losing a few gold flights.

Speaking of gold flights, every single time a High Reaches gold goes up, expect him to chase. Aevryscienth, Talicanitath, Kaelidyth. Those three will be his holy grail from weyrlinghood onwards. They’re power. They’re sexy. They’re IT. When he isn’t under the strangeness that an immediately rising dragon has upon him, he’ll look at it quite analytically: he wants More, and More is defined by the golds. More is furthering his genetic bloodline, and that can only be done by one of the holy triumvirate.

Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.
- Buddha

As far as any other preferences he may have—well, he has none. It’s rather simple, though the randomness of it may make always-tactically-sound Eth’n scratch his head. There’s no equation to predict who and when he’ll chase. He might chase Szarabhayanath two or three times in a row, and the very next time she goes up, he has absolutely no interest in her whatsoever.

Those flights that he does end up winning, in the glory period afterwards, Ys will surprisingly want to cuddle the lucky green or gold…but only for a short time. Once that post-flight-glow wears off, he’ll be out of his flight-UI and back into his regular-UI. That, of course, will mean that he leaves. There will be no goodbyes, no lingering snuggling once reality retakes it’s eerie control over the bronze. He reverts to his normal operation, and his normal operation does not consist of having feelings, or emotions, other than those necessary to get the job done. With golds, perhaps, this will be harder: they are easier to feel for, as they align so beautifully with his Purpose. With greens, however, he will be labeled a right bastard, for just upping and leaving as he does.

Of course, Ysvarth will be more than aware of this shift in his personality during flights. He will not understand it, after the first few flights he is in, and it will likely give him much personal strife – and he may actually turn to you for the rare, RARE asking of advice. Have no fear: there’s nothing to say that he can’t change. It won’t happen overnight; it will be something he needs to work on. Don’t be surprised if several turns down the road, he’s still working on calming himself down during flights. These things take time and lots of hard work. But, that’s nothing either of you are afraid of, right?


Name: Linny
Egg Desc: Erarei
Dragonet Desc: Xilaros
Messages: Xilaros
Puppeteer: Xilaros
Inspiration: Lendai, Linny, Xilaros

Sutri and blue Eovisoth
R'yst and green Ligryth
Erei and green Khetanaxeroth

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Sunday, March 21st, 2010

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