Post by Inadua on May 26, 2012 15:06:13 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC?Inadua or JQ
Recruited by:google search
Email:
inadunuwati@gmail.com
eloaene@yahoo.com
Character Info:
Name: T’shiro (Toshiro) [face: Ruki. Lead vocalist/ guitarist of the GazettE]
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Rank: Bronze rider
Family: Mother is Iniel, father is Kuchki. Younger brothers Joongi (24), Shuhei(20), Ukiora(19) and younger sisters Kaeul(23), Ririn(16)
((will elaborate more under History))
Appearance:
With age and maintaining a high amount of physical activity, his form is well-toned, but having a rather small stature, he’s a little stocky, but not built with any great amount of bulk. He stands at 5’11”, and has a head is full of medium to long length, razor-cut layers of dark blonde hair, angled into spikes all over; Thick, forward layers drawn across his brow shadow the left side of his face, concealing the remains of a thick scar left there. Forearms especially, are covered by a lacing of scars which he doesn’t mind are usually left visible because he’s always rolling up his sleeves.
A range of dark hazel shades make up his eye colour. His voice has become a mature baritone depth and he is capable of carrying a decent tune. Olive undertones of his skin remain light except on his forearms where he is darkened from the sun a bit more significantly.
His attire generally consists of slim, straight legged breeches with dark silvery-gray boots styled with a tapered, squared off toe. T’shiro prefers a white leather belt and a colourful tunic (usually dark crimson, dark blue or dark purple) open about the neck, its sleeves rolled to the elbow. If he’s not on duty, sometimes a semi formal vest will be worn open, in a casual manner, over the shirt. Half-fingered leather gloves drawing only as far as the wrist joint are also typical of his attire. T’shiro’s riding jacket is black and its’ button closures are tailored to be asymmetrical down the entire length of the garment. A silvery-gray fur lines the collar and both sides of the lapel.
For more formal situations and gathers, he’ll wear a finer suit of dark gray fabric and deep crimson lining and accents or some other colourful shirt beneath.
His jewelry collection consists of three silver studs up each ear, two layered necklaces -one with a dragon’s head pendant, the other with a smaller pendant made from polished obsidian- and two or three thick leather bracelets and braided cord worn about one wrist.
Personality:
Like his brother J’ngi, he has a good sense of humour. Loves laughing, and even though he does retain an odd bit of charisma that the younger J’ngi possesses in oodles, he compensates any lacking thereof with the disaffected air of “just-don’t-care-what-you-think”; which might make him seem like just another rebellious punk that never grew out of an adolescent stage.
His personality might seem a little at odds with his appearance -in different ways on different days.
T’shiro’s strong suit isn’t necessarily unfaltering confidence, but it may not seem so, given that he tends to speak his mind in a way that comes off as unabashedly over-sanctimonious half the time; but in all honesty, he speaks his mind to those he cares about, so even though words may sting, there is typically found within them, a deeper-lying concern. Certainly, once he opens that mouth....unless you know what to expect, it could just all seem downhill from there - until you get to know him.
Really, it all boils down to the issue of him trying to break through people’s defenses/ egoism/ vanity in order to talk to them on what he sees as a more even, ground-level.
T’shiro is a bit more serious than most people believe him to be... he’s also not quite the risk taker many might think he comes off as...and he certainly knows how to get down to business when life calls for it; it’s just the formalities he doesn’t care too much for. However, that does not mean he disparages tradition. Much the opposite.
All in all, he’s a pretty harmless guy. Certainly the years have started to teach him a little restraint and how to be more gentle with people.
Hobbies/Skills:
He’s a skilled combatant. He prefers fighting indirectly, or if a fight must be won through direct challenge, he still prefers using simple weapons: unarmed, with sticks, double long-knives or a sword. He’s not quite as violent-minded as he was when he was younger.
Because of that, he rather more appreciates rough housing, picking on younger siblings, or otherwise just picking on candidates and weyrlings, because they’re easier/more fun to pick on. Also because he likes to watch over younger folks. He enjoys playing big brother since he abandoned that role for a while earlier in life.
Pets:
N/A
History:
Kuchki and Iniel are Traders & Caravan Masters whose family for generations, have been running goods and people between the cotholds and weyrs of the South. They carry goods and people as a service because they are both familiar with many of the roads, and familiar with the dangers. Men in the family are prized, always encouraged to remain in the family business. Males of the family typically work as “load-pullers” who handle individual wagons, carts and their respective goods and drey-beasts -sometimes a man may take on the responsibility of several wagons as he becomes more experienced. Some girls in the family are married off to cotholds because their role has not been as significant and travel makes pregnancies difficult. Though they don’t resent dragonriders when search takes away from their group, each loss is felt severely because of each person’s important role.
Kuchki's family was invited by the cotholder Manre several times to live with them over the winter months at Halistat, when travel becomes more difficult and work slowed for them. In order to keep themselves from growing idle, it was during these times that men and boys of both families trained together, the adults collaborated in business for the following turn, and the youngest of them played.
Both families have remained highly loyal to each-others interests for mutual benefit.
When T’shiro was nearly 13 he decided to remain at the cothold of Halistat to continue his combat training with the guard of mercenaries that headquartered there. In his young, easily impressionable mind, he was rebellious and he wanted to fight; he was easily swayed to their cause. At the time, that’s as far as he thought about it.
As he grew up, taken under the wing of cotholder Manre’s family and the mercenaries they covertly led, he slowly began traveling further and further away from the new cothold he called home, in order to help expand the work of the mercenaries, covering as much territory as they could. Divisions of the mercenaries, under the direction of Manre’s sons, as well as other officers, would work in tandem with the heads of other cotholds, settling down for periods of time in these territories to help maintain needs of safety, order and integrity where there was a lack of it. Because they lived and worked alongside locals for sometimes extended periods of time, and frequently trained and recruited locals, it could be difficult to recognize they were a “foreign” or mercenary population at all. They did well blending themselves in to remain inconspicuous.
T’shiro spent all of his time training his body to fight. Eventually, as the mercenaries expanded their influence from one cothold to the next, T’shiro would spend several years departed from his home and family. He never returned to Halistat cothold before being drafted on an unexpected search to join the candidates of the weyr at the age of 18.
Impression day was spent nursing a case of baby bronze and a tear of flesh down his shoulder, across the left side of his chest -the side he’d used to lean into the dragonette as it came at him with great enthusiasm, once recognition’d been made. T’shiro didn’t mind, and mostly ignored his injury until Crucluith had been fed...and in between monitoring how much the bronze was eating, he was able to use his own shirt to prepare a makeshift bandage to minimize the bleeding.
For T’shiro, Crucluith became the great Tamer. T’shiro did not always consciously cause trouble, but an awkward lack of confidence in himself, mixed with a bronze dragon’s strength of pride probably pushed him to feel the need to overcompensate for himself personally -not only to be stronger himself, but to meet the needs of his dragon and what he perceived his dragon deserved in a rider. He seemed fearless. But fearless men did not belong in battle or on dragonback. Continuing through his early twenties, T’shiro was considered a fairly angry youth because of the way he acted out and spoke his mind. Well, he still speaks his mind, but Crucluith has gradually brought greater harmony within, that caused him to find restraint where there was little of it previously.
T’shiro’s enthusiasm for Wing practice is endless. The only thing that seems to slow him down is the maximum endurance of his dragon -or whatever his dragon will or won’t let him do on any given day. As the Harmony of his life brings ever more balance to his moods, over the last handful of turns, T’shiro has shown himself to be more responsible and thoughtful toward others. He’s always been responsible regarding attentiveness toward his dragon, or towards his focus on practice, but this kind of ‘Responsible’ is now more like what should be present in a Bronzerider.
When the Expedition arrived at Refuge, T’shiro was untrusting of them all. His view of the North was that of traitors who’d come crawling on hands and knees looking for pardon...and if they ever thought of themselves as prisoners at the weyr, maybe that’s what they should have been. He thought of them as being no greater than the holdless, who he’d been conditioned to hate. Since then however, his views of the North and Northerners have evolved, and T’shiro feels no real lack of friendship towards those who would likewise favour a friendship with the Weyrs...but that inkling of a want to be skeptical can still present itself when confronted by northern newcomers. Maybe that’s where the Grumpy in his dragon comes out most in him.
Attacks by the holdless were definitely enough to provoke that darker side of him that had been so nicely brought under control; this time around however, with the increasing wisdom and experience of age, it has been tempered. When the holdless came, T’shiro couldn’t find himself feeling at all surprised -but he kept that to himself...They’d just become a little bolder than he’d known them in the past. Which could mean a handful of things. Had they strengthened their numbers? Were they were becoming bold because they were becoming desperate? He doubted the latter was truly the case...but perhaps he could do something to remedy that.
Any role he played assisting in deterring their attacks could only be diminished in his own mind by the fact that they were still alive... To compensate, the methods he devised and the determined nature in which he pursued them in his mind were ever extant. T’shiro also worked privately with T’gir to keep in contact with the cotholder Manre to keep each other updated on any holdless activity. But nothing.. and more nothing after that. Things were quiet on all fronts it would seem. That made him nervous.
In a way, his reasons for spending more of his free time around the younger generations being brought up in the weyr were twofold. Picking on small things is fun, yes, but the more dragons and riders who fall to Thread and Holdless alike, the more they all rely on the youngest of them to secure their future. He hopes that if the Holdless ever trespass on their doorstep again, he will be there to protect them. Likewise, he will always search for an opportunity to go out and meet them, keeping the children of the weyr at a safe distance. The threat of the holdless always lurks in the subconscious of his mind.
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The Holdless attack
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“There’s no need to be frantic.” T’shiro echoed the thoughts into his draconic counterpart’s own mind. “Get to safety. Don’t you dare come down. Just stay up there and focus with me. Feed me your strength.”
The bronzrider’s hatred was worn on the outside of every pore. His focus now was predatory and he looked frightening. Momentarily, he hoped that no one he knew would see him in such a state. There was simply no comparing the tame spars the weyr organized with the vengeful acts that he would commit today.
Only half-dressed -but at least it was the lower half- T’shiro had been in his weyr preparing for the day...but not for long. A pair of slender short swords he favoured, that had been kept in hiding, he took from their scabbards and then he was gone. The rider rushed with the caution of a trained eye and quiet footing toward his queen’s weyr.
As he neared ground zero as it were, for him, he found his first match. ...or maybe no match at all.
Pleading with his dragon then, “If we cannot unite ourselves in purpose now, then we have no right fighting thread ever again! Feed me your strength!” It was a fearsome outcry that he gave next.
As the Holdless man came at him with a sword, T’shiro blocked the incoming strike with a cross of his own blades, letting them peel down the length of his opponent’s weapon with a terrible scraping noise. He pressed the man back, forcing his sword arm high, but did not stop there. T’shiro never ceased in that rush of fury.
It was a great fury that would have probably ran the other man into the ground were it not for the fact that the bronzerider broke his right hand away to continue his forward motion through the man’s open side, dragging that hungry blade with him. The razor fine edge sliced cleanly through the man’s side. If it had been a longer blade, it would have cut him in half.
Even before T’shiro felt the man’s body release muscular tension and slump to the floor, the rider had moved on to seek out his next opponent, this time, feeling even more empowered because of the reassurances laid bare in the back of his mind by the great Bronze Crucluith.
“Together we are great. You will not lose this battle, my rider!”
And as a new surge of raw and focused draconic Willpower flushed through him, T’shiro knew that the two of them had just encountered a new height in their human-dragon relationship.
T’shiro’s eyes narrowed grimly, answering back, “Let’s go save the Queen!”
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Dragon Info
Name: Crucluith
Color:Bronze
Age: 11 turns since hatching [1251]
Description:
His hide is a shimmering, dark brassy bronze. Stout...Has a well defined, rippling musculature, especially through the shoulders. Has a thick neck and tail and his head is shaped a little less angular and more squared, making him appear broader, or maybe a little bigger than he really is.
Personality:
He seems to be a grumpy bronze, outwardly temperamental, but overall is passive. He is happiest with his rider and few other dragons around. He’s self-conscious and prideful. Sees himself as much more noble than any other but a gold. Not incredibly trusting of other humans and on mediocre terms with most dragons, because other than barking commands he doesn’t take much interest in getting involved with others and sees other bronzes mostly as flight competition;His rider’s amicable spirit towards others however, seems to soften his view of people a bit.
History:
Crucluith wasn’t the last to hatch, but not the first either. His egg had a pale, though prestigious, brassy gloss; at first, the protective shell was stubborn, and Crucluith had difficulty breaking through the barrier, but he felt the mind presence of his out there. It was not the animalistic drive to survive that spurred him, but he’d become incensed at the prospect that anything would dare keep him from his! They had not known each other yet, but this no less empowered the dragonette to show himself as the stalwart little bronze that he was.
Truly, his progress in hatching had not been stalled for long, but the irritation of separation spurred him in an irascible explosion of baby dragon strength, effectively shattering his confines into pieces that then easily broke away.. Even though he wanted to go gnashing baby dragon teeth at the edges of the eggshell that he might enact his revenge, the desire to find his was too strong, his focus too great. Crucluith gave his first cry to the world bravely, calling attention from those who’d gathered on the hatching sands. He wobbled in one direction determinedly; then feeling further away, he gave a snort of disgust and tried his legs to trot off in another direction. The bronze gave another challenging bellow to the world. Who would keep him from his? Where was his? Didn’t his feel separated and want to come running to him, too?
Finally, his mental voice reached out, “I am here for you! Are you here, too?”... only moments later, they would meet.
As the pair grew up together, it pained Crucluith as his rider admitted that he felt disparagingly toward his own capability to fulfill his dragon’s needs, being the glorious bronze that he was. Didn’t he understand that HE, T’shiro had been chosen, because the bronze knew that very capable strength that was inside of him -no matter how much he doubted it. Together, they would be the most fantastic pair. Maybe T’shiro’s own confidence could feed off his dragon’s.
Worry filled his dragon brain before testosterone and adrenaline fueled anger filled it. Crucluith reluctantly left his ledge for a more suitable perch. The great beast fought every urge not to swoop down upon the invaders to carry them away and eat them. But his rider had been too quick to suppress that instinct...and a fighting of Wills with a dragon -especially an angry one- was not an easy task.
Crucluith followed after his queen, posturing himself like a watchful gargoyle guardian against the cliff face that they’d found. But his focus turned inward, paying every attention to what his rider fed him in information about what was going on on the ground.
His rider’s voice broke through the part of his draconic brain that wanted to revert to simpler, existence of the massive predatory creature that he could have been in that moment. “If we cannot unite ourselves in purpose now, then we have no right fighting thread ever again! Feed me your strength!”
Crucluith knew his was right. The bronze steeled himself, Willing that every ounce of his spirit be poured out, giving assistance to his rider. The Bronze shared in T’shiro’s thoughts and feelings; images spurred his emotion so that he could give his what he needed most, and at the very moment he needed it.
This was a battle unlike any other he’d had to fight before. Nevertheless, they would be victorious!
“Together we are great. You will not lose this battle, my rider!”
And when T’shiro answered him back, “Let’s go save the Queen!”, Crucluith roared in challenge to any who would take them on.
Clutch: Aeriath’s [1251]
Hatching Order:
Text Color: this colour?
Mind Voice:
Recruited by:google search
Email:
inadunuwati@gmail.com
eloaene@yahoo.com
Character Info:
Name: T’shiro (Toshiro) [face: Ruki. Lead vocalist/ guitarist of the GazettE]
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Rank: Bronze rider
Family: Mother is Iniel, father is Kuchki. Younger brothers Joongi (24), Shuhei(20), Ukiora(19) and younger sisters Kaeul(23), Ririn(16)
((will elaborate more under History))
Appearance:
With age and maintaining a high amount of physical activity, his form is well-toned, but having a rather small stature, he’s a little stocky, but not built with any great amount of bulk. He stands at 5’11”, and has a head is full of medium to long length, razor-cut layers of dark blonde hair, angled into spikes all over; Thick, forward layers drawn across his brow shadow the left side of his face, concealing the remains of a thick scar left there. Forearms especially, are covered by a lacing of scars which he doesn’t mind are usually left visible because he’s always rolling up his sleeves.
A range of dark hazel shades make up his eye colour. His voice has become a mature baritone depth and he is capable of carrying a decent tune. Olive undertones of his skin remain light except on his forearms where he is darkened from the sun a bit more significantly.
His attire generally consists of slim, straight legged breeches with dark silvery-gray boots styled with a tapered, squared off toe. T’shiro prefers a white leather belt and a colourful tunic (usually dark crimson, dark blue or dark purple) open about the neck, its sleeves rolled to the elbow. If he’s not on duty, sometimes a semi formal vest will be worn open, in a casual manner, over the shirt. Half-fingered leather gloves drawing only as far as the wrist joint are also typical of his attire. T’shiro’s riding jacket is black and its’ button closures are tailored to be asymmetrical down the entire length of the garment. A silvery-gray fur lines the collar and both sides of the lapel.
For more formal situations and gathers, he’ll wear a finer suit of dark gray fabric and deep crimson lining and accents or some other colourful shirt beneath.
His jewelry collection consists of three silver studs up each ear, two layered necklaces -one with a dragon’s head pendant, the other with a smaller pendant made from polished obsidian- and two or three thick leather bracelets and braided cord worn about one wrist.
Personality:
Like his brother J’ngi, he has a good sense of humour. Loves laughing, and even though he does retain an odd bit of charisma that the younger J’ngi possesses in oodles, he compensates any lacking thereof with the disaffected air of “just-don’t-care-what-you-think”; which might make him seem like just another rebellious punk that never grew out of an adolescent stage.
His personality might seem a little at odds with his appearance -in different ways on different days.
T’shiro’s strong suit isn’t necessarily unfaltering confidence, but it may not seem so, given that he tends to speak his mind in a way that comes off as unabashedly over-sanctimonious half the time; but in all honesty, he speaks his mind to those he cares about, so even though words may sting, there is typically found within them, a deeper-lying concern. Certainly, once he opens that mouth....unless you know what to expect, it could just all seem downhill from there - until you get to know him.
Really, it all boils down to the issue of him trying to break through people’s defenses/ egoism/ vanity in order to talk to them on what he sees as a more even, ground-level.
T’shiro is a bit more serious than most people believe him to be... he’s also not quite the risk taker many might think he comes off as...and he certainly knows how to get down to business when life calls for it; it’s just the formalities he doesn’t care too much for. However, that does not mean he disparages tradition. Much the opposite.
All in all, he’s a pretty harmless guy. Certainly the years have started to teach him a little restraint and how to be more gentle with people.
Hobbies/Skills:
He’s a skilled combatant. He prefers fighting indirectly, or if a fight must be won through direct challenge, he still prefers using simple weapons: unarmed, with sticks, double long-knives or a sword. He’s not quite as violent-minded as he was when he was younger.
Because of that, he rather more appreciates rough housing, picking on younger siblings, or otherwise just picking on candidates and weyrlings, because they’re easier/more fun to pick on. Also because he likes to watch over younger folks. He enjoys playing big brother since he abandoned that role for a while earlier in life.
Pets:
N/A
History:
Kuchki and Iniel are Traders & Caravan Masters whose family for generations, have been running goods and people between the cotholds and weyrs of the South. They carry goods and people as a service because they are both familiar with many of the roads, and familiar with the dangers. Men in the family are prized, always encouraged to remain in the family business. Males of the family typically work as “load-pullers” who handle individual wagons, carts and their respective goods and drey-beasts -sometimes a man may take on the responsibility of several wagons as he becomes more experienced. Some girls in the family are married off to cotholds because their role has not been as significant and travel makes pregnancies difficult. Though they don’t resent dragonriders when search takes away from their group, each loss is felt severely because of each person’s important role.
Kuchki's family was invited by the cotholder Manre several times to live with them over the winter months at Halistat, when travel becomes more difficult and work slowed for them. In order to keep themselves from growing idle, it was during these times that men and boys of both families trained together, the adults collaborated in business for the following turn, and the youngest of them played.
Both families have remained highly loyal to each-others interests for mutual benefit.
When T’shiro was nearly 13 he decided to remain at the cothold of Halistat to continue his combat training with the guard of mercenaries that headquartered there. In his young, easily impressionable mind, he was rebellious and he wanted to fight; he was easily swayed to their cause. At the time, that’s as far as he thought about it.
As he grew up, taken under the wing of cotholder Manre’s family and the mercenaries they covertly led, he slowly began traveling further and further away from the new cothold he called home, in order to help expand the work of the mercenaries, covering as much territory as they could. Divisions of the mercenaries, under the direction of Manre’s sons, as well as other officers, would work in tandem with the heads of other cotholds, settling down for periods of time in these territories to help maintain needs of safety, order and integrity where there was a lack of it. Because they lived and worked alongside locals for sometimes extended periods of time, and frequently trained and recruited locals, it could be difficult to recognize they were a “foreign” or mercenary population at all. They did well blending themselves in to remain inconspicuous.
T’shiro spent all of his time training his body to fight. Eventually, as the mercenaries expanded their influence from one cothold to the next, T’shiro would spend several years departed from his home and family. He never returned to Halistat cothold before being drafted on an unexpected search to join the candidates of the weyr at the age of 18.
Impression day was spent nursing a case of baby bronze and a tear of flesh down his shoulder, across the left side of his chest -the side he’d used to lean into the dragonette as it came at him with great enthusiasm, once recognition’d been made. T’shiro didn’t mind, and mostly ignored his injury until Crucluith had been fed...and in between monitoring how much the bronze was eating, he was able to use his own shirt to prepare a makeshift bandage to minimize the bleeding.
For T’shiro, Crucluith became the great Tamer. T’shiro did not always consciously cause trouble, but an awkward lack of confidence in himself, mixed with a bronze dragon’s strength of pride probably pushed him to feel the need to overcompensate for himself personally -not only to be stronger himself, but to meet the needs of his dragon and what he perceived his dragon deserved in a rider. He seemed fearless. But fearless men did not belong in battle or on dragonback. Continuing through his early twenties, T’shiro was considered a fairly angry youth because of the way he acted out and spoke his mind. Well, he still speaks his mind, but Crucluith has gradually brought greater harmony within, that caused him to find restraint where there was little of it previously.
T’shiro’s enthusiasm for Wing practice is endless. The only thing that seems to slow him down is the maximum endurance of his dragon -or whatever his dragon will or won’t let him do on any given day. As the Harmony of his life brings ever more balance to his moods, over the last handful of turns, T’shiro has shown himself to be more responsible and thoughtful toward others. He’s always been responsible regarding attentiveness toward his dragon, or towards his focus on practice, but this kind of ‘Responsible’ is now more like what should be present in a Bronzerider.
When the Expedition arrived at Refuge, T’shiro was untrusting of them all. His view of the North was that of traitors who’d come crawling on hands and knees looking for pardon...and if they ever thought of themselves as prisoners at the weyr, maybe that’s what they should have been. He thought of them as being no greater than the holdless, who he’d been conditioned to hate. Since then however, his views of the North and Northerners have evolved, and T’shiro feels no real lack of friendship towards those who would likewise favour a friendship with the Weyrs...but that inkling of a want to be skeptical can still present itself when confronted by northern newcomers. Maybe that’s where the Grumpy in his dragon comes out most in him.
Attacks by the holdless were definitely enough to provoke that darker side of him that had been so nicely brought under control; this time around however, with the increasing wisdom and experience of age, it has been tempered. When the holdless came, T’shiro couldn’t find himself feeling at all surprised -but he kept that to himself...They’d just become a little bolder than he’d known them in the past. Which could mean a handful of things. Had they strengthened their numbers? Were they were becoming bold because they were becoming desperate? He doubted the latter was truly the case...but perhaps he could do something to remedy that.
Any role he played assisting in deterring their attacks could only be diminished in his own mind by the fact that they were still alive... To compensate, the methods he devised and the determined nature in which he pursued them in his mind were ever extant. T’shiro also worked privately with T’gir to keep in contact with the cotholder Manre to keep each other updated on any holdless activity. But nothing.. and more nothing after that. Things were quiet on all fronts it would seem. That made him nervous.
In a way, his reasons for spending more of his free time around the younger generations being brought up in the weyr were twofold. Picking on small things is fun, yes, but the more dragons and riders who fall to Thread and Holdless alike, the more they all rely on the youngest of them to secure their future. He hopes that if the Holdless ever trespass on their doorstep again, he will be there to protect them. Likewise, he will always search for an opportunity to go out and meet them, keeping the children of the weyr at a safe distance. The threat of the holdless always lurks in the subconscious of his mind.
-------------------------
The Holdless attack
-------------------------
“There’s no need to be frantic.” T’shiro echoed the thoughts into his draconic counterpart’s own mind. “Get to safety. Don’t you dare come down. Just stay up there and focus with me. Feed me your strength.”
The bronzrider’s hatred was worn on the outside of every pore. His focus now was predatory and he looked frightening. Momentarily, he hoped that no one he knew would see him in such a state. There was simply no comparing the tame spars the weyr organized with the vengeful acts that he would commit today.
Only half-dressed -but at least it was the lower half- T’shiro had been in his weyr preparing for the day...but not for long. A pair of slender short swords he favoured, that had been kept in hiding, he took from their scabbards and then he was gone. The rider rushed with the caution of a trained eye and quiet footing toward his queen’s weyr.
As he neared ground zero as it were, for him, he found his first match. ...or maybe no match at all.
Pleading with his dragon then, “If we cannot unite ourselves in purpose now, then we have no right fighting thread ever again! Feed me your strength!” It was a fearsome outcry that he gave next.
As the Holdless man came at him with a sword, T’shiro blocked the incoming strike with a cross of his own blades, letting them peel down the length of his opponent’s weapon with a terrible scraping noise. He pressed the man back, forcing his sword arm high, but did not stop there. T’shiro never ceased in that rush of fury.
It was a great fury that would have probably ran the other man into the ground were it not for the fact that the bronzerider broke his right hand away to continue his forward motion through the man’s open side, dragging that hungry blade with him. The razor fine edge sliced cleanly through the man’s side. If it had been a longer blade, it would have cut him in half.
Even before T’shiro felt the man’s body release muscular tension and slump to the floor, the rider had moved on to seek out his next opponent, this time, feeling even more empowered because of the reassurances laid bare in the back of his mind by the great Bronze Crucluith.
“Together we are great. You will not lose this battle, my rider!”
And as a new surge of raw and focused draconic Willpower flushed through him, T’shiro knew that the two of them had just encountered a new height in their human-dragon relationship.
T’shiro’s eyes narrowed grimly, answering back, “Let’s go save the Queen!”
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Dragon Info
Name: Crucluith
Color:Bronze
Age: 11 turns since hatching [1251]
Description:
His hide is a shimmering, dark brassy bronze. Stout...Has a well defined, rippling musculature, especially through the shoulders. Has a thick neck and tail and his head is shaped a little less angular and more squared, making him appear broader, or maybe a little bigger than he really is.
Personality:
He seems to be a grumpy bronze, outwardly temperamental, but overall is passive. He is happiest with his rider and few other dragons around. He’s self-conscious and prideful. Sees himself as much more noble than any other but a gold. Not incredibly trusting of other humans and on mediocre terms with most dragons, because other than barking commands he doesn’t take much interest in getting involved with others and sees other bronzes mostly as flight competition;His rider’s amicable spirit towards others however, seems to soften his view of people a bit.
History:
Crucluith wasn’t the last to hatch, but not the first either. His egg had a pale, though prestigious, brassy gloss; at first, the protective shell was stubborn, and Crucluith had difficulty breaking through the barrier, but he felt the mind presence of his out there. It was not the animalistic drive to survive that spurred him, but he’d become incensed at the prospect that anything would dare keep him from his! They had not known each other yet, but this no less empowered the dragonette to show himself as the stalwart little bronze that he was.
Truly, his progress in hatching had not been stalled for long, but the irritation of separation spurred him in an irascible explosion of baby dragon strength, effectively shattering his confines into pieces that then easily broke away.. Even though he wanted to go gnashing baby dragon teeth at the edges of the eggshell that he might enact his revenge, the desire to find his was too strong, his focus too great. Crucluith gave his first cry to the world bravely, calling attention from those who’d gathered on the hatching sands. He wobbled in one direction determinedly; then feeling further away, he gave a snort of disgust and tried his legs to trot off in another direction. The bronze gave another challenging bellow to the world. Who would keep him from his? Where was his? Didn’t his feel separated and want to come running to him, too?
Finally, his mental voice reached out, “I am here for you! Are you here, too?”... only moments later, they would meet.
As the pair grew up together, it pained Crucluith as his rider admitted that he felt disparagingly toward his own capability to fulfill his dragon’s needs, being the glorious bronze that he was. Didn’t he understand that HE, T’shiro had been chosen, because the bronze knew that very capable strength that was inside of him -no matter how much he doubted it. Together, they would be the most fantastic pair. Maybe T’shiro’s own confidence could feed off his dragon’s.
Worry filled his dragon brain before testosterone and adrenaline fueled anger filled it. Crucluith reluctantly left his ledge for a more suitable perch. The great beast fought every urge not to swoop down upon the invaders to carry them away and eat them. But his rider had been too quick to suppress that instinct...and a fighting of Wills with a dragon -especially an angry one- was not an easy task.
Crucluith followed after his queen, posturing himself like a watchful gargoyle guardian against the cliff face that they’d found. But his focus turned inward, paying every attention to what his rider fed him in information about what was going on on the ground.
His rider’s voice broke through the part of his draconic brain that wanted to revert to simpler, existence of the massive predatory creature that he could have been in that moment. “If we cannot unite ourselves in purpose now, then we have no right fighting thread ever again! Feed me your strength!”
Crucluith knew his was right. The bronze steeled himself, Willing that every ounce of his spirit be poured out, giving assistance to his rider. The Bronze shared in T’shiro’s thoughts and feelings; images spurred his emotion so that he could give his what he needed most, and at the very moment he needed it.
This was a battle unlike any other he’d had to fight before. Nevertheless, they would be victorious!
“Together we are great. You will not lose this battle, my rider!”
And when T’shiro answered him back, “Let’s go save the Queen!”, Crucluith roared in challenge to any who would take them on.
Clutch: Aeriath’s [1251]
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Text Color: this colour?
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