Chasylth
Streamlined for maximum speed, Chasylth has both the incredible speed of his kind and the muscle to back up his attack. Like most cheetahs, his legs are abnormally long with more paw-like forepaws. He has average-sized wings for a dragon of his length, oddly, making him like a very clumsy green in the air, but at least he can fly longer than his brothers and sisters of the same color. He will grow to 21 meters in length.
Chasylth's hide is an obnoxiously bright yellow. He lacks any white markings what-so-ever. The spots are solid black, and vary in size depending on where they are on his body. Though his tail is tipped in black, there aren't any black markings on his feet. His tear-marks are slightly broader than usual.
Ref
Egg
Hatching Messages
At that point one of the smaller eggs broke. Shaking off bits of egg-shell, a rather stoic gold feline padded about the eggs, not caring too much about the sand getting in its toes. But it was at that point the other gold feline whined rather convincingly and caught its attention. With a draconic sigh, the feline went over to its sibling and pushed the shell away. It was promptly met with a bunch of licks and nuzzles from the much-grateful sibling. This did not do well for either, for an egg almost exploded several inches away, revealing a rather plain green. She watched the candidates with wide eyes, unsure what to do. Towards the edge of the eggs, another green hatched, this one covered in gorgeous vine-markings. It did little but sit and preen over its beauty, which is to be expected for such a lovely dragonet.
Impression Message
he smaller gold feline squeaked happily at the lighter-colored sibling, then bounded towards the candidates. He chose a very young girl, speaking with such volume and noise that any around him could hear. He saved me! Didn't you see it?! He saved me, K'lua! Kalua, now K'lua, laughed and placed a hand on his snout. "That's enough, Vesouth, we don't need you babbling any more."
Watching stoically, the other feline walked past hatching dragonets on his way to his rider. As he approached, a dark blue took his place on the sands, spreading his wings and—what was that? He had… Two tails! But unfortunately for him, a white feline was drying off nearby, and it took the chance to pounce its blue brother. Screeching, the blue bolted for the candidates, knocking over a nearly purple blue who had just hatched. The purple-blue squawked as he fell over, hissing angrily as his hide tore open from the others' claws.
The two-tailed blue darted in front of the spotted feline, bolting behind Meara and knocking a very upset Giygas in the process. The redhead could feel his skin break as the cougar landed on his leg, leaving very nasty gashes and fracturing the fibula. Neither dragonet noticed, because they were in the middle of an argument.
You're such a baby, Tath! I wasn't going to hurt you, I was just playing! Really! Disgruntled, the cougar glared up at her rider, a tall blond girl with a harelip. Some people just can't have fun, Pasmora. They just can't!
Tath stuck out his lower jaw. You—you're such a bully, Teeranath! I hope someone teaches you your lesson someday! Then he glanced up at Meara. Meara, you aren't going to let that meanie hurt me, are you? Please say you won't! She's so much bigger than me, and she seems to know it!
The pretty green glanced up, without a care in the world, and Impressed a Male candidate without even moving. That caused some uproar, as while they went along with the idea, no one expected the boys to actually Impress. E'rk, I'm bored and hungry. Feed me, clean me, and entertain me. No point in arguing; I'm stronger than you, you know.
The boy, E'rk, had been a Northerner who was told that only fags and women Impressed greens. He turned a lovely shade of red, but the green didn't seem to care. Come on, E'rk, move your ass! Meekly, the boy says, "Her name is Lyeranith."
As that happened, the cheetah found his choice rider. He barely spoke, the sheer power of his emotions coming across as he stepped before Remi, tail swishing elegantly. You. That was all Chasylth said, for he was not the kind to speak much and his name was perfectly implied. He had made his choice, and now he would not be swayed.
Personality
Stoic, calm, and collected, nothing will ever get Chasylth out of whack. He tends to internalize his fears and then punch them in the face. The result is a dragon that can take hurricanes without seeming to flinch. In truth, he's scared. When things get bad, he starts to lose his mind, yet there's something in him that can never be stopped.
Courage.
Count on Chasylth to act on behalf of the downtrodden, simply because no one else will. Count on Chasylth to take the first plunge. He won't settle for second-best, not if he didn't put his whole heart into it. He's the kind of dragon that doesn't allow slacking off, not in him, not in anyone. On some level he knows he's supposed to protect himself and his rider without help from anyone, and he intends to do just that.
He's pretty shy, ironically. He tends to shy away from social situations and doesn't like being in the spotlight. Though he has no problem helping others, he works best when he's on his own. That way he doesn't have to live up to any expectations. He always fears that someone wants him to do certain things a certain way, and that generally puts him into a fear of failure. Those are two fears he can never conquer.
He tends to be the more formal end of the bond, speaking with high manners to everyone despite rank (if he speaks at all). He has a pretty strong sense of duty and honor, and cannot stand to be insulted. He's not weak. He won't let you say that. But he's the kind who will stomach the insults and then later show up his offender, reveling in each glorious second.
Vain? Not in the slightest. He's an absolutely gorgeous dragon, but doesn't seem to be aware of it. He can stride through mud and not be deterred. Filth means little to him when he can just wash it off later. He doesn't like feeling dried mud on his hide, though, and tends to be a bit touch-sensitive. Expect him to complain about icky feelings when he's dirty.
Mindvoice
Chasylth's voice is sort of quiet. You don't hear it at first, but then it comes. It sounds almost like a deep ocarina tone—musical, expressive, and soft. He doesn't say much, not, at least, what can be seen in full sentences. See, he prefers to be perfectly quiet, saying one or two words depending on the situation and depending on others to string them together.
Inspiration
Link, from the legend of zelda.
Information Provided at Hatching
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Male Cheetah Chasylth, to Remi
Code: #fdfa84
Streamlined for maximum speed, Chasylth has both the incredible speed of his kind and the muscle to back up his attack. Like most cheetahs, his legs are abnormally long with more paw-like forepaws. He has average-sized wings for a dragon of his length, oddly, making him like a very clumsy green in the air, but at least he can fly longer than his brothers and sisters of the same color. He will grow to 21 meters in length.
Chasylth's hide is an obnoxiously bright yellow. He lacks any white markings what-so-ever. The spots are solid black, and vary in size depending on where they are on his body. Though his tail is tipped in black, there aren't any black markings on his feet. His tear-marks are slightly broader than usual.
Chasylth's voice is sort of quiet. You don't hear it at first, but then it comes. It sounds almost like a deep ocarina tone—musical, expressive, and soft. He doesn't say much, not, at least, what can be seen in full sentences. See, he prefers to be perfectly quiet, saying one or two words depending on the situation and depending on others to string them together.
Stoic, calm, and collected, nothing will ever get Chasylth out of whack. He tends to internalize his fears and then punch them in the face. The result is a dragon that can take hurricanes without seeming to flinch. In truth, he's scared. When things get bad, he starts to lose his mind, yet there's something in him that can never be stopped.
Courage.
Count on Chasylth to act on behalf of the downtrodden, simply because no one else will. Count on Chasylth to take the first plunge. He won't settle for second-best, not if he didn't put his whole heart into it. He's the kind of dragon that doesn't allow slacking off, not in him, not in anyone. On some level he knows he's supposed to protect himself and his rider without help from anyone, and he intends to do just that.
He's pretty shy, ironically. He tends to shy away from social situations and doesn't like being in the spotlight. Though he has no problem helping others, he works best when he's on his own. That way he doesn't have to live up to any expectations. He always fears that someone wants him to do certain things a certain way, and that generally puts him into a fear of failure. Those are two fears he can never conquer.
He tends to be the more formal end of the bond, speaking with high manners to everyone despite rank (if he speaks at all). He has a pretty strong sense of duty and honor, and cannot stand to be insulted. He's not weak. He won't let you say that. But he's the kind who will stomach the insults and then later show up his offender, reveling in each glorious second.
Vain? Not in the slightest. He's an absolutely gorgeous dragon, but doesn't seem to be aware of it. He can stride through mud and not be deterred. Filth means little to him when he can just wash it off later. He doesn't like feeling dried mud on his hide, though, and tends to be a bit touch-sensitive. Expect him to complain about icky feelings when he's dirty.
