Post by Inadua on May 26, 2012 15:08:47 GMT -5
Character Info:
Name: J’ngi (Joongi) [face: Singer/ Actor Lee Jun Gi]
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: Blue rider
Family: Mother is Iniel, father is Kuchki. Elder brother Toshiro(28), younger siblings Kaeul(23), Shuhei(20), Ukiora(19), Ririn(16),
((will elaborate more under History))
Appearance:
J’ngi’s 6'1" frame is well-toned from years on the road, but genetics keep his appearance rather lean. Black hair is stylized in long, straight, razor-cut layers to frame his neck and face with some hair swept fat an angle across his forehead. Shades of exceptionally dark hazel are never too telling; has shallow set eyes. His skin has olive undertones and is darkest on his forearms where sleeves have been rolled up, but has lightened on the rest of him overall, since becoming a dragonrider.
Work clothing for him consists of a pair of dark brown riding breeches, fitted shirt tucked in and a lighter-coloured leather jacket for outer-wear. His boots are crafted of dark brown leather, slightly angled and coming to a squared-off point across the toe.
In all truth, he does not prefer dressing down. He would rather keep himself looking presentable, even if it be in rather plain attire. J’ngi is He wears plenty of colour and tries to find ways of incorporating finer things into his attire whenever he gets the chance and can afford them. But having grown up part of a trader’s caravan, it was not hard to come by fine things-or an interesting variety of them. (‘fine’ being relevant to individual perspective of course). Anyway, it only takes about 5 seconds to form a first-impression of someone, and he would loathe giving off a poor impression to anyone.
For gathers or formal occasion, he owns a dress-suit which is white and always embellished with some stylish, fanciful adornment such as decoratively looped chains from his belt to a pocket where is kept a small purse of marks.
A silver earring he wears in each ear, either silver studs or small dangles resembling the spread of a dragon wing. A number of Silver rings periodically adorn his hands, but only a single band (matching T’gir’s) is set with polished rainbow obsidian.
In all truth, weapons fascinate him. J’ngi appreciates variety and familiar at least minimally with several types of weapons.Out of respect, however, he does not usually use a weapon or carry one with him.
A silver earring in each ear, each with a small dangle resembling a spread dragon wing. A number of silver rings with periodically adorn his hands; one in particular bearing a cut and polished obsidian. His left wrist is encompassed by thin white leather bands studded with metalwork.
Personality:
J’ngi is cool-headed, suave..Highly refined. Good sense of humour. Loves laughing, and at least pretending that life can be easy-going, but possesses a shrewd business-minded side -but that doesn’t mean business can’t be fun and involve drinks and excitement; that’s how he prefers things.Charismatic and confident,...appreciates quiet time for meditation, but too outgoing to be quiet in a crowd. He leans toward being a little prideful. Honour driven.
He’s talented for small-talk and smooth talking, getting people to talk with him, which is why he frequents areas which are more densely populated. Of course everything that’s talked about he keeps stored away for gossip or some other use later.. J’ngi enjoys being able to appreciate the finer things life has to offer. By all appearances isn’t the kind to be overly aggressive -since he’s rather cool and collected- but he’s actually usually the instigator in the family. He tends to believe more in his own capability than in others’...sometimes to a fault. This can cause him to take on too much responsibility by himself.
Hobbies/Skills:
Sparring for sport. Bartering. Studying and copying maps. Picking on younger siblings. Traveling. Gathers. Dancing. He tries to be cultured and appreciate music, but has no skill for instruments. Admires those who do. A fairly good dancer on the floor of a Gather and appreciates fine wine -or any good drink for that matter. Privately, he hopes to visit Benden vineyards one day in person and have a taste of their famed whites. He’s a little bit of a player when it comes to girls -even though he doesn’t see it that way. He treats girls to a good time and even gifts; they might believe he’s leading them on, but in truth, isn’t looking for any intimate relationship. Females tend to get upset at him after being swept off their feet by prince charming and then dropped ‘heartlessly’ for another girl.
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 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. Periodically 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.
During his time at Halistat throughout several winters, J’ngi became very good friends with the Holder’s family, especially after getting themselves involved in an incident where J’ngi nearly drowned after the swell of a river rising from the waters of melting snow almost swept him away. He also found himself involved loosely with the Mercenary group that had been concentrated there.
For the family’s business, J’ngi’s served as the keeper of any written contracts and maps. He enjoys studying trade routes and star charts, as well as copying them. His parents trusted him with this (giving a little helpful revision at times, whether they already knew the routes or not) in order to teach him the respect and care one should take when others depend on you.
At the age of 18, J’ngi was discovered on a search at Halistat cothold while they were preparing goods for transport for the turn’s first journey out on the road.
Day of Impression was escaped without significant injury from floundering newborns, and to put the icing on the cake, he came away as the proud new lifemate of the most handsome blue there ever was. They worked hard to be *mostly* diligent in training as Weyrlinghood went, only shirking their duties a few times for some fun. For the most part, neither were huge risk takers, but there were certainly times they allowed themselves to cut it close in drills -but no more than Sinreth felt comfortable with regarding his own abilities.
J’ngi was hoping that after graduation, he’d be able to join his brother T’shiro in a wing. It had been years since they’d really had a chance to spend much time together, and participating in the same wing would make that time more manageable...more significant, he thought. After graduation, J’ngi was glad to be asked to fill the role of Search rider. That could allow him to get out out of the weyr and interact with the cotholds -and even the North- more frequently again. Perhaps that would satiate the wander-lust that’d been bred into him growing up as a member of a traveling caravan.
The discovery of the Expedition was exciting to him -he blamed it on his upbringing of travel and inevitably some sort of adventure; but the Expedition made him feel nostalgic. He could respect their spirit of adventure and the exhaustive hardship they endured to come this far. In a way, he admired them. As ever, he was not shy about striking up any friendships or at least conversations with them, even though they were Northerners.
When the Holdless came to Refuge,. But next time, he wanted to feel a bit more prepared... soon thereafter, he approached his brother, T’shiro about events which had occurred. Unlike others, J’ngi knew that his brother’d been involved with them to some extent in the past; T’gir also. He looked to the both of them to see how things could be handled, because they would have the greater insight.
---------------
Holdess are here!
-----------
J’ngi had done an excellent job warding off the feelings of insecurity and frantic thoughts that his dragon had imparted him, but it made his focus on the holdless invasion at hand more difficult. For a moment, he squeezed his eyes shut, “Sinreth! I need you to be calm. For me. Stay out of sight for now. This is a human war.”.
An arrow zipped beside him, just grazing past his sleeve where he crouched in a corner away from the huddled masses that gathered on both sides to do battle. The rider winced. That was close.. and it was just a stray shot. But they wouldn’t be able to keep up their aerial attacks forever. At some point they’d have to send their own men in and then they’d all be involved in a ground fight.
“But Mine!” Worry tinged every note of the dragon’s voice.
J’ngi stopped him, “No! Let me do this. We have to protect the Weyr. For all of Pern.” And silently he thought to himself, ‘even if one of us has to die.’
But then, ending the debate with Siglith, J’ngi threatened, “Don’t make me keep my thoughts to myself the whole time. Go find somewhere safe to sun for a while.” Those last words carried a much gentler tone, impressing the feeling of his deepest love to the Blue.
Before his dragon could say anything else to cause more distraction, J’ngi transferred the mental images of himself leaving his position of relative safety to enter into the fray of battle, reminding Siglith, no matter how much he argued or worried, his rider was going to take action.
J’ngi took off, racing across the bowl from his crouched position, where the nearest of opponents had presented themselves now that the Holdless had come within.
The nearest of them, ready for bloodletting, swung a massive club at him, but J’ngi was already in the air. The bluerider launched himself in a whirlwind of motion, spinning one leg up overhead in a kick that caught his attacker across the face before he landed.
The man was stunned and slumped to the ground while the bluerider landed in a horse stance.
Another man bore down on him, J’ngi being much smaller in build. He used his sheer mass to bowl the rider from his stance and into the ground; but wasn’t expecting J’ngi to flow with the motion, rolling back into a crouch,.. though it was not an easily defensible position to be in.
The brute continued his forward rush to overwhelm the dragonrider. A wicked grin spread across his face, because he knew the rider was done for. He was closing in too fast for the rider to get in any defensible position. First blood was his!
Just then, J’ngi thought of his brother...he’d never been as skilled in a fight as T’shiro, but today he would have to be.
He was given a window of the most miniscule of seconds, but within that time, as the large body of mass came over him, J’ngi propelled himself upward with the spring of coiled leg muscles, bringing fists to bare. Legs were powerful, and the man was already leaning in a forward momentum in his direction, so when he appeared between the man’s arms with a thrust of both fists that landed solidly on the soft underside of the man’s jaw, the intruder fell back, attempting to cry out ...but with a shattered jaw, it only pained him.
The brownrider spun away from this one, ready to move on.
Until it was his turn to stagger.
It was lucky he’d turned away, because at just that moment, an arrow pierced the rider’s arm through the side of his left shoulder.
J’ngi’s mind -and every nerve through his arm- were ablaze. Without giving himself the time to think, he reached to break the end of the arrow off so it wouldn’t get hung up on anything else as he moved.
Only half-willingly, a flood of discomforting thoughts and feelings released into his dragon’s consciousness.
“MINE! YOU’RE HURT!”
The overwhelming mental response from Siglith was almost nauseating when paired with the physical pain. His brain didn’t want to process it all at once. He collapsed to the ground.
There was no vocal response to commit to words now. All he could try to do was work his mind around the pain as best he could, and try to stay out of sight until it was all over. He’d have to find some way of wrapping the injury. Or maybe removing the arrow himself? Stop the bleeding? Oh, but the arrow would just tear flesh on the way back out. What if it’d cut through bone?
Once he’d gained control over his reeling head and stomach, J’ngi worked his way to his feet, offering thoughts of “I’m OK, I’m OK, I’m OK” to his dear, frantic blue.
“NO! Stay there, Sin!” That’s all he had the energy to say.
And as he made his way away from the front lines of the attack, the bluerider took a steadying breath, putting his back to a wall where the area was not well lit. He would have to rip his shirt to try and find a way to slow any bleeding. Uhg. And this was a nice one. He winced at that as much as he winced at the pain of his shoulder.
By the end of all the fighting, J’ngi’s face was pale, his body clammy, covered in sweat.
Dragon Info
Name:Sinreth
Color:Blue.
Age: 7 turns since hatching (1255)
Description:
Slightly larger than the average Blue, but mostly because his body is long, his head thinner, more angular. His tail is almost disproportionate in length, seeming more whip-like. His musculature is well-defined, not at all robust for a dragon or with any additional girth. Usually J’ngi teases him about being able to see his ribs, that he should eat more.
Agile and possesses a healthy endurance. Admirably strong for his size and fairly quick -has a pretty good balance of these traits, but not exceptionally strong in any one area. Similar to his rider at times, now and then he likes to pull stunts in training flights just to test his limits. But he’d never do such a thing if he thought it would truly endanger himself/ his rider or others in the process.
A little more specifically, Sinreth’s colouring is a beautiful regal blue ranging somewhere between an “Egyptian blue” and “Sapphire blue”; in some lesser lighting, his hide appears almost black. The deep shades hardly lighten as they wrap around to his underside, but remain rich.
Personality:
Sociable. Just as vain as his rider and only truly competitive or aggressive in a mating flight
He’s respectful of other humans and dragons, and enjoys the company of people and dragons alike. Loves being the center of attention. Is not shy with others about how good he thinks he looks.
History:
That’s right. Sinreth was free of his shell! Now everyone could appreciate how stately he looked with such a regal colour that tinged his hide. With a preening motion, he removed flecks of the iridescent dome he’d been born from from his glistening, damp hide. He had a new lifemate to meet and he was going to look good for it. He still felt sticky and a bit unpleasant on the outside, but until he found his he would just have to make due.
He made no rush like other dragonettes, to find his. He knew his was out there. Such confidence was apparent as he trotted, swinging his head in one direction, then to another to seek out the rider who’d Impressed upon him.
“Where are you? Can you see me? Are you hiding? Is this a game? Can we play games after we eat? Or should we take a bath first? Others will see me gooey like this!”
When he heard laughing, the dragonette stopped, and bleated a defiant little sound that belied his elation. Because he knew that the laughter was his that had seen him first, and obviously thought his mental chatter was more than a little amusing. His head turned, locking eyes with the one that would be his rider. “Mine! I knew you were here! As you will always be with me. And I will be always be with you.”
“Sinreth! I need you to be calm. For me. Stay out of sight for now. This is a human war.”
“But Mine!” Worry tinged every note of the dragon’s voice .Sinreth wanted to pick his rider up and fly away from any such battleground.
J’ngi stopped him, “No! Let me do this. We have to protect the Weyr. For all of Pern.” And silently he thought to himself, ‘even if one of us has to die.’
But then, ending the debate with Siglith, J’ngi threatened, “Don’t make me keep my thoughts to myself the whole time. Go find somewhere safe to sun for a while.” Those last words carried a much gentler tone, impressing the feeling of his deepest love to the Blue.
The tone also helped to calm Siglith’s insecurities -but only in slight.
With alternating angry and worried shades clouding his draconic eyes, the blue did what his rider had told him to do, and caught an updraft to a place higher and safer.
As even those first few minutes passed, Siglith was learning that each time his rider paused from sending feelings or images of events on the ground his way, that it was probably because he found himself in some sort of trouble.
The blue had found a place to land and be safe.. but as he perched there, feeling uneasy, his head turned and he began to nervously preen himself or give some restless rustling of his wings. A nervous-dragon-tick as it were.
Every couple of seconds, he would stop to cant his head this way or that as if listening intently to that voice that belonged his.
Then, in an unsuspected instant, a flood of discomforting thoughts and feelings released into his draconic consciousness.
“MINE! YOU’RE HURT!”
And when there was no response at first, the blue almost lost it; the most terrible noise he’d ever uttered released from his gaping maw. Anger. Resentment. Pain. So much pain.
“NO! Stay there Sin!”
But as soon as his rider’s voice came back to him, the blue calmed some, resorting to stay put as his rider bade him... but doing so was the most difficult thing he’d ever had to do.It took every ounce of control not to go and protect his.
Clutch: Aeriath (1255)
Hatching Order:
Text Color: This colour?
Mind Voice:
Name: J’ngi (Joongi) [face: Singer/ Actor Lee Jun Gi]
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: Blue rider
Family: Mother is Iniel, father is Kuchki. Elder brother Toshiro(28), younger siblings Kaeul(23), Shuhei(20), Ukiora(19), Ririn(16),
((will elaborate more under History))
Appearance:
J’ngi’s 6'1" frame is well-toned from years on the road, but genetics keep his appearance rather lean. Black hair is stylized in long, straight, razor-cut layers to frame his neck and face with some hair swept fat an angle across his forehead. Shades of exceptionally dark hazel are never too telling; has shallow set eyes. His skin has olive undertones and is darkest on his forearms where sleeves have been rolled up, but has lightened on the rest of him overall, since becoming a dragonrider.
Work clothing for him consists of a pair of dark brown riding breeches, fitted shirt tucked in and a lighter-coloured leather jacket for outer-wear. His boots are crafted of dark brown leather, slightly angled and coming to a squared-off point across the toe.
In all truth, he does not prefer dressing down. He would rather keep himself looking presentable, even if it be in rather plain attire. J’ngi is He wears plenty of colour and tries to find ways of incorporating finer things into his attire whenever he gets the chance and can afford them. But having grown up part of a trader’s caravan, it was not hard to come by fine things-or an interesting variety of them. (‘fine’ being relevant to individual perspective of course). Anyway, it only takes about 5 seconds to form a first-impression of someone, and he would loathe giving off a poor impression to anyone.
For gathers or formal occasion, he owns a dress-suit which is white and always embellished with some stylish, fanciful adornment such as decoratively looped chains from his belt to a pocket where is kept a small purse of marks.
A silver earring he wears in each ear, either silver studs or small dangles resembling the spread of a dragon wing. A number of Silver rings periodically adorn his hands, but only a single band (matching T’gir’s) is set with polished rainbow obsidian.
In all truth, weapons fascinate him. J’ngi appreciates variety and familiar at least minimally with several types of weapons.Out of respect, however, he does not usually use a weapon or carry one with him.
A silver earring in each ear, each with a small dangle resembling a spread dragon wing. A number of silver rings with periodically adorn his hands; one in particular bearing a cut and polished obsidian. His left wrist is encompassed by thin white leather bands studded with metalwork.
Personality:
J’ngi is cool-headed, suave..Highly refined. Good sense of humour. Loves laughing, and at least pretending that life can be easy-going, but possesses a shrewd business-minded side -but that doesn’t mean business can’t be fun and involve drinks and excitement; that’s how he prefers things.Charismatic and confident,...appreciates quiet time for meditation, but too outgoing to be quiet in a crowd. He leans toward being a little prideful. Honour driven.
He’s talented for small-talk and smooth talking, getting people to talk with him, which is why he frequents areas which are more densely populated. Of course everything that’s talked about he keeps stored away for gossip or some other use later.. J’ngi enjoys being able to appreciate the finer things life has to offer. By all appearances isn’t the kind to be overly aggressive -since he’s rather cool and collected- but he’s actually usually the instigator in the family. He tends to believe more in his own capability than in others’...sometimes to a fault. This can cause him to take on too much responsibility by himself.
Hobbies/Skills:
Sparring for sport. Bartering. Studying and copying maps. Picking on younger siblings. Traveling. Gathers. Dancing. He tries to be cultured and appreciate music, but has no skill for instruments. Admires those who do. A fairly good dancer on the floor of a Gather and appreciates fine wine -or any good drink for that matter. Privately, he hopes to visit Benden vineyards one day in person and have a taste of their famed whites. He’s a little bit of a player when it comes to girls -even though he doesn’t see it that way. He treats girls to a good time and even gifts; they might believe he’s leading them on, but in truth, isn’t looking for any intimate relationship. Females tend to get upset at him after being swept off their feet by prince charming and then dropped ‘heartlessly’ for another girl.
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 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. Periodically 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.
During his time at Halistat throughout several winters, J’ngi became very good friends with the Holder’s family, especially after getting themselves involved in an incident where J’ngi nearly drowned after the swell of a river rising from the waters of melting snow almost swept him away. He also found himself involved loosely with the Mercenary group that had been concentrated there.
For the family’s business, J’ngi’s served as the keeper of any written contracts and maps. He enjoys studying trade routes and star charts, as well as copying them. His parents trusted him with this (giving a little helpful revision at times, whether they already knew the routes or not) in order to teach him the respect and care one should take when others depend on you.
At the age of 18, J’ngi was discovered on a search at Halistat cothold while they were preparing goods for transport for the turn’s first journey out on the road.
Day of Impression was escaped without significant injury from floundering newborns, and to put the icing on the cake, he came away as the proud new lifemate of the most handsome blue there ever was. They worked hard to be *mostly* diligent in training as Weyrlinghood went, only shirking their duties a few times for some fun. For the most part, neither were huge risk takers, but there were certainly times they allowed themselves to cut it close in drills -but no more than Sinreth felt comfortable with regarding his own abilities.
J’ngi was hoping that after graduation, he’d be able to join his brother T’shiro in a wing. It had been years since they’d really had a chance to spend much time together, and participating in the same wing would make that time more manageable...more significant, he thought. After graduation, J’ngi was glad to be asked to fill the role of Search rider. That could allow him to get out out of the weyr and interact with the cotholds -and even the North- more frequently again. Perhaps that would satiate the wander-lust that’d been bred into him growing up as a member of a traveling caravan.
The discovery of the Expedition was exciting to him -he blamed it on his upbringing of travel and inevitably some sort of adventure; but the Expedition made him feel nostalgic. He could respect their spirit of adventure and the exhaustive hardship they endured to come this far. In a way, he admired them. As ever, he was not shy about striking up any friendships or at least conversations with them, even though they were Northerners.
When the Holdless came to Refuge,. But next time, he wanted to feel a bit more prepared... soon thereafter, he approached his brother, T’shiro about events which had occurred. Unlike others, J’ngi knew that his brother’d been involved with them to some extent in the past; T’gir also. He looked to the both of them to see how things could be handled, because they would have the greater insight.
---------------
Holdess are here!
-----------
J’ngi had done an excellent job warding off the feelings of insecurity and frantic thoughts that his dragon had imparted him, but it made his focus on the holdless invasion at hand more difficult. For a moment, he squeezed his eyes shut, “Sinreth! I need you to be calm. For me. Stay out of sight for now. This is a human war.”.
An arrow zipped beside him, just grazing past his sleeve where he crouched in a corner away from the huddled masses that gathered on both sides to do battle. The rider winced. That was close.. and it was just a stray shot. But they wouldn’t be able to keep up their aerial attacks forever. At some point they’d have to send their own men in and then they’d all be involved in a ground fight.
“But Mine!” Worry tinged every note of the dragon’s voice.
J’ngi stopped him, “No! Let me do this. We have to protect the Weyr. For all of Pern.” And silently he thought to himself, ‘even if one of us has to die.’
But then, ending the debate with Siglith, J’ngi threatened, “Don’t make me keep my thoughts to myself the whole time. Go find somewhere safe to sun for a while.” Those last words carried a much gentler tone, impressing the feeling of his deepest love to the Blue.
Before his dragon could say anything else to cause more distraction, J’ngi transferred the mental images of himself leaving his position of relative safety to enter into the fray of battle, reminding Siglith, no matter how much he argued or worried, his rider was going to take action.
J’ngi took off, racing across the bowl from his crouched position, where the nearest of opponents had presented themselves now that the Holdless had come within.
The nearest of them, ready for bloodletting, swung a massive club at him, but J’ngi was already in the air. The bluerider launched himself in a whirlwind of motion, spinning one leg up overhead in a kick that caught his attacker across the face before he landed.
The man was stunned and slumped to the ground while the bluerider landed in a horse stance.
Another man bore down on him, J’ngi being much smaller in build. He used his sheer mass to bowl the rider from his stance and into the ground; but wasn’t expecting J’ngi to flow with the motion, rolling back into a crouch,.. though it was not an easily defensible position to be in.
The brute continued his forward rush to overwhelm the dragonrider. A wicked grin spread across his face, because he knew the rider was done for. He was closing in too fast for the rider to get in any defensible position. First blood was his!
Just then, J’ngi thought of his brother...he’d never been as skilled in a fight as T’shiro, but today he would have to be.
He was given a window of the most miniscule of seconds, but within that time, as the large body of mass came over him, J’ngi propelled himself upward with the spring of coiled leg muscles, bringing fists to bare. Legs were powerful, and the man was already leaning in a forward momentum in his direction, so when he appeared between the man’s arms with a thrust of both fists that landed solidly on the soft underside of the man’s jaw, the intruder fell back, attempting to cry out ...but with a shattered jaw, it only pained him.
The brownrider spun away from this one, ready to move on.
Until it was his turn to stagger.
It was lucky he’d turned away, because at just that moment, an arrow pierced the rider’s arm through the side of his left shoulder.
J’ngi’s mind -and every nerve through his arm- were ablaze. Without giving himself the time to think, he reached to break the end of the arrow off so it wouldn’t get hung up on anything else as he moved.
Only half-willingly, a flood of discomforting thoughts and feelings released into his dragon’s consciousness.
“MINE! YOU’RE HURT!”
The overwhelming mental response from Siglith was almost nauseating when paired with the physical pain. His brain didn’t want to process it all at once. He collapsed to the ground.
There was no vocal response to commit to words now. All he could try to do was work his mind around the pain as best he could, and try to stay out of sight until it was all over. He’d have to find some way of wrapping the injury. Or maybe removing the arrow himself? Stop the bleeding? Oh, but the arrow would just tear flesh on the way back out. What if it’d cut through bone?
Once he’d gained control over his reeling head and stomach, J’ngi worked his way to his feet, offering thoughts of “I’m OK, I’m OK, I’m OK” to his dear, frantic blue.
“NO! Stay there, Sin!” That’s all he had the energy to say.
And as he made his way away from the front lines of the attack, the bluerider took a steadying breath, putting his back to a wall where the area was not well lit. He would have to rip his shirt to try and find a way to slow any bleeding. Uhg. And this was a nice one. He winced at that as much as he winced at the pain of his shoulder.
By the end of all the fighting, J’ngi’s face was pale, his body clammy, covered in sweat.
Dragon Info
Name:Sinreth
Color:Blue.
Age: 7 turns since hatching (1255)
Description:
Slightly larger than the average Blue, but mostly because his body is long, his head thinner, more angular. His tail is almost disproportionate in length, seeming more whip-like. His musculature is well-defined, not at all robust for a dragon or with any additional girth. Usually J’ngi teases him about being able to see his ribs, that he should eat more.
Agile and possesses a healthy endurance. Admirably strong for his size and fairly quick -has a pretty good balance of these traits, but not exceptionally strong in any one area. Similar to his rider at times, now and then he likes to pull stunts in training flights just to test his limits. But he’d never do such a thing if he thought it would truly endanger himself/ his rider or others in the process.
A little more specifically, Sinreth’s colouring is a beautiful regal blue ranging somewhere between an “Egyptian blue” and “Sapphire blue”; in some lesser lighting, his hide appears almost black. The deep shades hardly lighten as they wrap around to his underside, but remain rich.
Personality:
Sociable. Just as vain as his rider and only truly competitive or aggressive in a mating flight
He’s respectful of other humans and dragons, and enjoys the company of people and dragons alike. Loves being the center of attention. Is not shy with others about how good he thinks he looks.
History:
That’s right. Sinreth was free of his shell! Now everyone could appreciate how stately he looked with such a regal colour that tinged his hide. With a preening motion, he removed flecks of the iridescent dome he’d been born from from his glistening, damp hide. He had a new lifemate to meet and he was going to look good for it. He still felt sticky and a bit unpleasant on the outside, but until he found his he would just have to make due.
He made no rush like other dragonettes, to find his. He knew his was out there. Such confidence was apparent as he trotted, swinging his head in one direction, then to another to seek out the rider who’d Impressed upon him.
“Where are you? Can you see me? Are you hiding? Is this a game? Can we play games after we eat? Or should we take a bath first? Others will see me gooey like this!”
When he heard laughing, the dragonette stopped, and bleated a defiant little sound that belied his elation. Because he knew that the laughter was his that had seen him first, and obviously thought his mental chatter was more than a little amusing. His head turned, locking eyes with the one that would be his rider. “Mine! I knew you were here! As you will always be with me. And I will be always be with you.”
“Sinreth! I need you to be calm. For me. Stay out of sight for now. This is a human war.”
“But Mine!” Worry tinged every note of the dragon’s voice .Sinreth wanted to pick his rider up and fly away from any such battleground.
J’ngi stopped him, “No! Let me do this. We have to protect the Weyr. For all of Pern.” And silently he thought to himself, ‘even if one of us has to die.’
But then, ending the debate with Siglith, J’ngi threatened, “Don’t make me keep my thoughts to myself the whole time. Go find somewhere safe to sun for a while.” Those last words carried a much gentler tone, impressing the feeling of his deepest love to the Blue.
The tone also helped to calm Siglith’s insecurities -but only in slight.
With alternating angry and worried shades clouding his draconic eyes, the blue did what his rider had told him to do, and caught an updraft to a place higher and safer.
As even those first few minutes passed, Siglith was learning that each time his rider paused from sending feelings or images of events on the ground his way, that it was probably because he found himself in some sort of trouble.
The blue had found a place to land and be safe.. but as he perched there, feeling uneasy, his head turned and he began to nervously preen himself or give some restless rustling of his wings. A nervous-dragon-tick as it were.
Every couple of seconds, he would stop to cant his head this way or that as if listening intently to that voice that belonged his.
Then, in an unsuspected instant, a flood of discomforting thoughts and feelings released into his draconic consciousness.
“MINE! YOU’RE HURT!”
And when there was no response at first, the blue almost lost it; the most terrible noise he’d ever uttered released from his gaping maw. Anger. Resentment. Pain. So much pain.
“NO! Stay there Sin!”
But as soon as his rider’s voice came back to him, the blue calmed some, resorting to stay put as his rider bade him... but doing so was the most difficult thing he’d ever had to do.It took every ounce of control not to go and protect his.
Clutch: Aeriath (1255)
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Text Color: This colour?
Mind Voice:
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