Delaney's Brown Mraneth

Prolific Purple Plots Egg

Leaning slightly on its side on the sands, this long, lean ovoid is bathed in garish hues and some strikingly familiar patterns. Deep, shadowed plum covers the entirety of the background, like the falling of a rich, velvety curtain. Sharp crevices and peaks are delineated in harsh charcoal grays and dark ebonies, stretching toward the apex of the egg in a way that very much resembles the Seven Spindles of High Reaches Weyr, and melds into a pattern more resembling Ista on the other side. Purple bathes this egg in garish tones, washing across the tapestry like a dye gone wrong; and at the top, several figures; one has the stiffness and posture not unlike Bitra's own Lord Vorlin; and the others, marching toward black smudges, seem hunched, corrupt.

Egg Inspiration: This egg is based off the memorable plots that have spurred story through the long years PernMUSH has been running. The egg specifically marks the Vorlin incident at HRW, and ensuing plots that are running at Ista and surrounding areas. That was a truly memorable TP, and the mystery and suspense that pervaded through the Weyr during that time is difficult to forget. ;)

Hatching Message: The Prolific Purple Plots Egg skitters in the sand, its occupant bound and determined to make its way into the world. And that it does... slowly, surely, crack after steady crack, until a dragonet is left trying to steady itself.

Venturesome Water-Worn Brown

There's a decidedly rich, almost aged hue to this brown's hide, like rare old wood refinished into something new, polished to a gleaming shine without losing the luxurious variety that turns can sometimes leave behind. A deep mahogany runs across a sleek, elongated body while smudges of ash mar the smooth lines of sinewy shoulders and muscular haunches. That long, lean build gives him a decidedly svelte appearance, buoyed by fluid ease and sleek carriage, a certain tilt to muzzle, a certain airy slant to tailtip. A trace of tar edges sinewy neck and back, fathomless ebony reiterated in sharply arched talons. Burnt umber and sorrels gather beneath him in a parade of shades, becoming darker around his sleek belly and beneath wide wings. Deep swathes and pale flecks gather in jagged forms as the lines of water-wear meet and mingle with soft meandering grain, tracing lines of muscle as though serving to delineate them. Those wide wings are strewn with a wash of sable, but that mahogany looms beneath, warm and rich, throwing into contrast the new and old.

Final Size: 34.5

Dragon Inspiration: Mraneth is based on the seacraft, settling somewhere between a rakish pirate and a daredevil apprentice. He's ready for the whole world, ready to reach out and grab it from the jaws of death if he needs to. It's hard to tell if he doesn't realize the dangers he hunts for or if he just doesn't care. He's cocky, he's a show off and no one can really tell how he gets away with it. Whether it's his boyish charm or just an artful con. He is, at the same time, a port in the storm, a safe place to come home to when worn ships return from their time at sea.

Name: Mraneth - This was a play off one of the names you liked and a variety of nautical terms (ie, marine is a huge root in many languages). There are a few fondisms and nicknames this could be shortened to; Rane, Ane, 'neth, etc.

Mindvoice:

Internal Impression Message: The hatching caverns fades into a gray-green fog that obscures everything in a soft sea mist. A cool breeze drifts in slowly, relaxing at first, but then it becomes gustier. A sudden blast of salty air comes from nowhere, lifting the hairs long the back of your neck, filling you with the sense of something just about to happen. A roll of thunder breaks in the distance. A voice seems to ride the sound toward you, familiar, but you can't quite place it. Not yet. The thunder grows closer, stronger. The sea mist seems to darken all around you, surging in towardsyou, drawing the thunder in with it, along with that voice that now seems to echo inside your head. << I've caught you. >> The sea, the wind, the storm, it all goes rushing way, pulling you in every direction as a swell of confidence rises in your chest. -His- confidence. << You are mine, Delaney. And I am your Mraneth. >>

External Impression Message: The Venturesome Water-Worn Brown pauses for a moment, his muzzle questing side to side almost blindly, and then he knows what he's been looking for, he's found her. The one who'll share the adventure with him.

Temperament

Weyrling:

Confidence is a problem for this droll, young fellow. He has far too much of it. There is nothing he won't reach for, no feat of daring he won't try. Everything he does is done with abandon, an attitude lending itself to promote precarious situations unless his zest is tempered. Weyrlinghood will likely find him in a lot of trouble if you can't reign him in at time. He's always eager for the next new thing and he'll try to talk you into that first flight long before either of you is really ready. You might sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to some cajoling. << Delaney, now's the perfect time. We can fly the cloud together for the first time in only starlight, no one will have to know. >> It doesn't help that he can be a bit of a braggart, too. He's always trying to regale his clutch-siblings with some audacious tale. He may be a handful, and he may be a spitfire, but while he has far too much confidence in himself, he has even more in you. If you ever need encouragement, he'll be right there, acting as if you've accomplished it already. In his mind, neither of you could ever fail. If something doesn't work out quite right the first time, and let's face it, it probably doesn't, he'll prove himself to be the sort to 'try, try again.'

Adult:

Since his weyrling days were spent pushing the proverbial envelope, this is a dragon who has been there and done that, several times over. While his youthful charisma and brash courage may never wane, his confidence will take on a more deeply rooted tone. He doesn't just think he can do it, he's not just spouting off wild tales, he -has- done it. Somewhere in that knowing, that certainty, there is a surprising calm. His unwavering assurance is supportive, something to count on no matter what chaos into which your life may be thrown. It's a home base, a safe harbor. As he matures that encouragement he once provided will become an anchor. He'll still like being the center of attention, but he won't be quite to easily goaded into dangerous stunts. There will never be a day when he doesn't revel in the rush of adrenaline.

Flight:

Mraneth does love the limelight and there is no attention so sweet (besides yours, of course) as the watching eyes of a female. Green or gold, he doesn't care; if she's watching, he'll pull out all the stops. He'll hold is wings just right to show off his musculature. He'll take any challenge, try any feat to impress her. In many ways, mating flights may ease his mourning at the end of the pass and give him a new outlet, a new way to live life on the edge. He'll pour all of himself into every flight, exhaust every muscle to attain his prize. The more difficult to catch, the better. He's not likely to stick around and cuddle, though. Maybe if he's particularly fond, or if he happens to be sleeping there anyway, but he's far more likely to cuddle up when he wants something and he's far more likely to want to share some green's ledge before she rises than after he's caught her. The chase and the win are what it's all about, the rest just bogs him down.

Wing:

Mraneth could never be considered a strategic sort. He's the type to go barreling into things with only his fearless enthusiasm. Thankfully a unique combination of agility, stamina and just plain luck manages to pull him through his more brazen efforts. This is definitely a dragon who will miss fighting thread. What a wonderful way to try the impossible, to push the limits, to show off in front of so many! What could be more exciting? He's like a youth with his boat sailing out on choppy waters with the wind picking up and the cloud gathering and instead of crossing his fingers and listening to his teeth chatter, he lets out a hungry whoop of excitement. Come and get him, storm, he's ready.

Credits:

Egg: Phy
Description: Claia, Griere and Reye
Name: Griere
Temper: Claia and Griere
Puppeteer: B'rakis