Cockaigne Green Tryskilnith
Although it's hard to tell right off the bat, the base coloration of the dragon is a light green, not bright enough to be considered anything eye-scorching or retina burning. Almost melon-like, if that's applicable on Pern. Many markings muck up the little dragon, the most notable being the dark smudges that seem to flank over the sides of the beast. Bands similar to this dusky shade wrap around all four legs of the beast, down to the claws themselves on the forelegs even. Some blueish tones (maybe teal? No, too light for that) mark up the ribcage—in fact, they even mimic the rubs themselves in shape and direction, and strangely enough the color is only localized in that area, disappearing when it nears the breastbone or stomach.
A douse of saturated yellow splashes over the head of the dragon, submerging those slightly-longer-than-normal headknobs fully. A richer green coats the throat, although the coloration dapples away once it reaches around the mid-neck area. Now, what is really interesting are those wings. The dragon's wings have specks that range in size and shape everywhere, layered with the same saturates green found at the throat and even the yellow that's on the head. Almost white-hot freckles manage to cover large expanses of the membrane, although on closer inspection they are just a faint green-yellow.
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Cockaigne Egg
Much like the Acadia egg (which is actually nearly opposite to this one in the clutch), this one seems to give a sense of plenty, of extreme luxury and comfort. The egg, instead of greens, exemplifies colors in the yellow, orange, and even some red tonesalthough it's nothing too vibrant to look likeinstead they're more subdued colors, more subtle in their changes. The egg does have a drawing atmosphere, and it's warm, pleasantly warm, to the touch. The texture is rough, with strange anomalies here and there that's rather intriguing to feel.
Hatching Messages
Good. The Weyrleader might've thought himself alone on thinking that when he watched the candidates begin to stream into the semi-circle formation from the opening down in the sandy bowl, but the thought was also shared by Aurtoth, who flared her wings a bit as they shuffled in and bowed before her. Good indeed. They knew how to properly pay respect to the clutchmother, and Aurtoth had always been known for making that an absolute priority. The dragon, especially on this day, certainly thought herself earning more than enough respect to garner a bow from those who thought themselves worthy to Impress upon her children. Her last children. The gold shuffled then, pulling back as one particular egg started to move. The cracks that had already splintered their way down the surface of the Cockaigne Egg. Bits of shell were tapped away, and it almost looked as if the dragonet was having a tough time breaking it apart. Then again, perhaps everyone seems to forget how thick those shells really are that the dragon is encased inside. Not everyone can just bust out onto the scene like it was no real problem.
The Extropy Egg was one of those who had no problem. While the former egg kept on chiseling away at the shell, the bits of the Extropy Egg seem to fall away with ease as the large dragonet within hoisted himself away from the debris, crawling out of the nice sized hole he had managed to claw out of the side of the egg. What was revealed was an elegant bronzea bronze first, right? It was first… right? Or did that green claw that forced it's way through the Cockaigne Egg beat that bronze noise by mere moments? Really it was tough to tellbut oh what weight it did hold with the superstitious. A bronze first had always been predicted good luck, but a green? Absolutely the opposite.
(Neforsth would like to point out that is absolute bull.)
The extropy bronze had completely exited his shell first, and perhaps that would be what others would look back as what counted (although that small sliver of doubt will probably twist deeper and deeper as time continues throughout the hatching). The regal little fellow shook himself, attempting to rid his goo covered hide of the bits of shell that clung to it as if it were adhesive and not some foul mix of birth fluids. It would be wrong to call him handsome—only because all hatchlings when first shelled were fucking gross. They were disproportionate and awkward, covered in some horrible natal juice and stumbling about like ugly looking cretins. Beauty came with time, right now they were not the most luxurious looking beasts. In fact, it's a wonder why no one warns candidates of how foul dragonets looked like. The extropy bronze looked healthy enough, some splotches of darker red colors mingled on his hide here and there (along with what some may even argue to be gold specks once closer looked upon), but like most hatchlings, the details were blurred by that birth ooze. Nasty.
Following in suit was, you guessed it, the unlucky little claw and what was attached to it. The cockaigne green pushed through her captive egg, discarding it without a second glance as she seemed to slither up through the maze of eggs to gaze upon the fleshbodies in white that were lined up just far enough away that she couldn't make them out one by one. The green was dappled in darker tones across a light canvas of a hide. Yellows peaked around the maw of the dragon, completely encasing the headknobs. Really, the markings on the head were the only things that stood out on the thing, for the rest of the cockaigne green seemed to immediately attract bucketloads of the sand. Unfortunate indeed, for that itched as it scratched against her newly hatched hide. Oh Faranth no please make it stop! The itch, the terrible itch!
Impression Message
It was surprising for a moment to consider that the blue was the third to have hatched, and the first to have bondedespecially with the extropy bronze lurching out in the mess of eggs still. The extropy bronze snorted, stomping through to make his way after his blue brother who had beat him already at what he was supposed to accomplish! Shards! He had cracked through his shell first, you'd think that the manly little thing would've wanted to be the first at everything! Clearly this distressed the beast, who still hunkered forwards towards the semi-circle of hopeful candidates. Still a length back, the extropy bronze found him cut off suddenly by the cockaigne green. The smaller dragonet had darted forwards with an odd shaky lopeprobably an attempt to rid herself of the sand that clung to her body like sharding velcro. The cockaigne green ignored the snappish noise her clutchbrother made. He got all the glory in hatching first, so she really didn't seem to concerned with beating him to get near the candidates.
Before much progress was made by the two who neared the boys and girls, the movements of the Arcadia Egg rapidly increased. The rocking eventually turned into shell breaking and releasing another wriggling, filth covered beast into the Sands. It was almost as if it was bothered that it's near twin egg, the Cockaigne one, had done anything without out. Well, all bets were off now. Much like the earlier egg, this one two cracked open to reveal a darling little green—although this one colored quite differently. The arcadia green was dark, a near black looking green with some foresty colors tracing here and there across her hide. Again, it was hard to make out details (especially since all of these babes would totally need a good scrub-down). The arcadia green creeled loudly, tromping up to join those in search of their Bonded.
As if spurred by the other dragon breaking loose, the cockaigne green moved forwards, it wasn't clear as if it was prompted to get away from her clutchsister or to urgently find her Chosen before her stomach ate her alive. Due to the specks of red-orange that flickered around in those whirling orbs, probably the latter was more applicable at this time. The beast moved forwards, twisting around a nice NPC or two who skittered out of her way fast enough to avoid those dangerously clumsy baby-claws. Those claws soon found themselves hooked into the hem of the candidate robes, and the dragonet found herself gazing up into exactly who she wanted. Thanatos. Mine! Mine, it was so hot. The sand, it itches. Hot and itchy and hungry, everything! It was almost as if the little green was panting, mentally, with the effort she was putting out. Food! Food yes. Tryskilnith can smell it. Those whirling eyes flashed red. Tryskilnith wants it. Ah, yes, the blabber of newly hatched dragonets. They didn't all come out of the egg speaking like regal entities. Than'tos? Th'tos? Was the green having a bit of trouble? Oh! Tha'osmine! Will you give Tryskilnith food? The pitiful plea was matched with the best set of sad-puppy-dog eyes that a dragon could pull off.
Personality
Everything, absolutely everything is a big deal to Tryskilnith. Everything is starkly in black and white to the beast, and she does see nearly every situation as something that is monumental and requiring the utmost attention right then and there, and oh don't you argue differently, she knows what she's doing. She has a tendency to interrupt things, be it on purpose and accident, and go on with whatever she was doing. Be it her bonded trying to get something done, or a particularly important train of thought that she'll derail and set on fire, only to happily skip away as if she had done nothing.
Tryskilnith is chaos wrapped in a bundle, always out to explore and try new things. She is warm and most definitely friendly, and she will always let you know what she thinks of a particular thing, even if you don't want to hear it. She does whine, although it's mainly due to things she's unfamiliar with. Challenges, for example, are things that she loves to undertake, but getting through the process will leave her arguing and complaining about certain aspects that she'll just not be fond of. Now, due to everything in her life being part of some daytime soap opera, the dragon is, funnily enough, somewhat of an escapist.
She doesn't like to get wrapped into heavy thingsand yes, she knows the difference between her building something up to be important and that which is actually important and scary. She would rather get away from that, be it in actually going off to focus on aerial acrobats or making some other issue important enough in her mind to distract her from the issue at hand. He doesn't like confrontations, they make her uncomfortable and rather quietand if you know Tryskilnith, you know she isn't quiet. She's loud and proud to be here, but oh shards she doesn't like dealing with heavy issues.
The dragon also isn't fond of places she's unfamiliar with. Take her to somewhere new, or bring in someone unheard of and strange, and she'll become a bit paranoid about the situation. The dragon does have an active imagination, and will certainly put it to use in times like these where things could happen that's out of her control. She may make mountains out of molehills, but at least she know what is going on during most times. Take her out of her element, and she'll clam up and think the worst is bound to happen.
Now, being a green she is flirty, and she does live up to the expectation of being flirty, but it most certainly is a game for her. The chase is what intrigues the dragon, and when that chase is over she'll set her sights on something else. She is incredibly jumpy when it comes to her attention, and most definitely finds it hard to commit to something, aside from her beloved, of course. Her Bonded is the one thing that is constant, and she really enjoys that sense of having something to rely on, to have something stable that will always be there, through thick or thin. She does her best to do the same, in the best way that she can.
Information Provided at Hatching
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name; Tryskilnith
age; hatchling
gender; female
rank; green
voice; alison lohman ( nausicaa example )
appearance;
Although it's hard to tell right off the bat, the base coloration of the dragon is a light green, not bright enough to be considered anything eye-scorching or retina burning. Almost melon-like, if that's applicable on Pern. Many markings muck up the little dragon, the most notable being the dark smudges that seem to flank over the sides of the beast. Bands similar to this dusky shade wrap around all four legs of the beast, down to the claws themselves on the forelegs even. Some blueish tones (maybe teal? No, too light for that) mark up the ribcage—in fact, they even mimic the rubs themselves in shape and direction, and strangely enough the color is only localized in that area, disappearing when it nears the breastbone or stomach.
A douse of saturated yellow splashes over the head of the dragon, submerging those slightly-longer-than-normal headknobs fully. A richer green coats the throat, although the coloration dapples away once it reaches around the mid-neck area. Now, what is really interesting are those wings. The dragon's wings have specks that range in size and shape everywhere, layered with the same saturates green found at the throat and even the yellow that's on the head. Almost white-hot freckles manage to cover large expanses of the membrane, although on closer inspection they are just a faint green-yellow.
personality;
Everything, absolutely everything is a big deal to Tryskilnith. Everything is starkly in black and white to the beast, and she does see nearly every situation as something that is monumental and requiring the utmost attention right then and there, and oh don't you argue differently, she knows what she's doing. She has a tendency to interrupt things, be it on purpose and accident, and go on with whatever she was doing. Be it her bonded trying to get something done, or a particularly important train of thought that she'll derail and set on fire, only to happily skip away as if she had done nothing.
Tryskilnith is chaos wrapped in a bundle, always out to explore and try new things. She is warm and most definitely friendly, and she will always let you know what she thinks of a particular thing, even if you don't want to hear it. She does whine, although it's mainly due to things she's unfamiliar with. Challenges, for example, are things that she loves to undertake, but getting through the process will leave her arguing and complaining about certain aspects that she'll just not be fond of. Now, due to everything in her life being part of some daytime soap opera, the dragon is, funnily enough, somewhat of an escapist.
She doesn't like to get wrapped into heavy thingsand yes, she knows the difference between her building something up to be important and that which is actually important and scary. She would rather get away from that, be it in actually going off to focus on aerial acrobats or making some other issue important enough in her mind to distract her from the issue at hand. He doesn't like confrontations, they make her uncomfortable and rather quietand if you know Tryskilnith, you know she isn't quiet. She's loud and proud to be here, but oh shards she doesn't like dealing with heavy issues.
The dragon also isn't fond of places she's unfamiliar with. Take her to somewhere new, or bring in someone unheard of and strange, and she'll become a bit paranoid about the situation. The dragon does have an active imagination, and will certainly put it to use in times like these where things could happen that's out of her control. She may make mountains out of molehills, but at least she know what is going on during most times. Take her out of her element, and she'll clam up and think the worst is bound to happen.
Now, being a green she is flirty, and she does live up to the expectation of being flirty, but it most certainly is a game for her. The chase is what intrigues the dragon, and when that chase is over she'll set her sights on something else. She is incredibly jumpy when it comes to her attention, and most definitely finds it hard to commit to something, aside from her beloved, of course. Her Bonded is the one thing that is constant, and she really enjoys that sense of having something to rely on, to have something stable that will always be there, through thick or thin. She does her best to do the same, in the best way that she can.
