Post by E on Feb 13, 2010 22:00:47 GMT -5
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Character
Name: L’nuo (Lorenuo)
Gender: Male
Age: 30 Turns
Sexual Orientation: While he flirts with everyone shamelessly, he has never slept with another man outside of flights and is, thus Heterosexual.
Rank: Wingrider
Appearance:
Standing a tall 6’3”, L’nuo tends to easily tower over the average folk. Every now and then there comes a rider with an inch or two over the brownrider, but it’s never by much. With the tall height comes the long arms which he often puts to advantage when snagging the nearest bubbly pie or cute woman walking by. Knowing full well how many women swoon in a strong armed embrace, L’nuo is very conscious about his arms and tends to show them off whenever he has the chance.
If L’nuo was self-conscious about his arms, well then he’s just as conscious about the rest of his body. A vain man indeed, L’nuo works out every day and not just to stay in shape for thread-fighting. He makes sure to work each part of his body to keep his ‘chiseled’ look. One blessing he has (at least he counts it as a blessing) is that his skin tone is naturally darker than most. He doesn’t burn in the sun and he never seems to need to worry about tan lines. Of course this could be due again to his vain tendencies as he strips his shirt whenever possible outside.
L’nuo has a long face beginning with a strong, square jaw that often has the slight shadow of stubble upon it. While he is not so vain as to shave every day, he does make a point of not allowing it to become a full on beard. He prefers the clean shaven look and does well to make sure to clean it up every few days. His strong jaw is accompanied by obvious cheekbones and topped with two dark brown eyes that seem to have a hidden intensity despite his usual happy-go-lucky attitude.
His love to be clean shaven spreads further than just his jaw. L’nuo does not remember the last time he allowed his hair to grow more than a few centimeters and many people would say the same. He’s just simply always kept it closely shaven and finds it much cooler in the Southern heat that way. Besides, his vanity finds a certain appeal in it and it’s very easy to wash when there is no hair involved.
When it comes to the clothes he wears, L’nuo again shows his preference to look good. His riding leathers fit perfectly as he has had several pairs tailored specially for him. Dress clothes are the same way, tailored to fit perfectly and show off his best features. While he tends to prefer various shades of tan for his pants, his shirts vary depending on the occasion. Often times you will find his dress shirts nice sleeveless ones. When it comes to work shirts he stays with tight fitting tank tops as they offer the least restrictions to movement and speed. Not to mention they breathe well.
L’nuo prides himself on his nearly flawless body. The one blemish to his skin is an old scar across his left wrist which he keeps covered with a wide leather brand. He only takes off the band when bathing as the water tends to make the leather itch, so many do not even realize he has the scar that reminds him of that fateful day.
Family:
Father – F’nuo of Green Neerth – Died in Threadfall
Mother – Unknown, probably a lowercavern’s woman.
Siblings – Unknown, probably a half or two out there.
Children – None, he is careful to keep everything to two night stands – first the bedding, then a ride between just to be safe.
Personality:
If there was ever one person who should have gone into the Harper Craft for his ability to act exactly as a situation called for, it is L’nuo. While most people around the Weyr know him as a complete Player, there are a few who know that his playful acts have been refined to a true art. In fact, L’nuo is so good at playing so many different faces it is often hard to tell exactly which face is his true personality. Some say he does it for simple comic relief and that he is and always will be a Player at heart. Others are convinced there is a much deeper side to L’nuo, one that he hides through his faces.
To begin the description of his personality, it is best to look at the ‘face’ most people see and that happens to be the face of a Player. From what most of the Weyr views L’nuo lives, breathes, laughs, sleeps and even loves like a Player. Seeming to live a life that revolves around making people smile, L’nuo always has a smile on his lips and a joke on his tongue. He is always the center of attention in a group and he does not hesitate to transfer all that focus onto a pretty lady the moment one walks by.
Because of his easy-go-lucky attitude, it is easy to befriend L’nuo. He often uses this to his advantage around the Weyr when sneaking off with an extra bubbly pie. It probably also helps that he always snitches from women and many seem to think him rather good looking, leaving them to enjoy his attentions. L’nuo has not bothered to keep count how many women have fought over him. Whenever they do he ends up taking them both to bed so it ends up a winning situation for him.
It is uncommon to see L’nuo’s smile falter, his confidence slack and even rarer still to see L’nuo in a sour mood. Whenever someone gets on his nerves, well he often shrugs it off and finds new company. Many a rider watch with amazement as L’nuo can let the worst people off with a shrug of the shoulder in situations where they would be killing someone. There is no temper to L’nuo – at least none he lets anyone see. It takes a special nerve to get L’nuo to show any sort of violence.
Just as it is highly unlikely to see L’nuo in a sour or angry mood, it is similarly unlikely to see him sad or depressed. It just isn’t like the brownrider to let things get to him. One day out of the turn L’nuo seems to completely disappear from the Weyr. This is the only time you see the happy-go-lucky sad, but since he removes himself completely from view nobody really sees it at all. When asked about that day, L’nuo just gives you a wink and a smile and tells you he was out picking wildberries.
Hobbies/Skills: If you don’t include the ‘chase’ as a hobby, well perhaps flirting is one? No? Would comedy and dramatics count? No? Well I guess there just isn’t really a legitimate hobby for L’nuo. He has a knack for making people laugh. He can’t throw a very good punch, but he is great at dodging people and flying objects – probably a skill earned by the number of pots he’s had thrown at him by various women and a few men.
Pets: Besides the Women of the Weyr? Well there is his Menith, but Menith tends to think himself above “pet” status.
History:
F’nuo was not the sort of person to get mixed up with women. In fact he avoided them like the plague and urged his green to choose a dragon with a male rider every time. The green was great at it too, and F’nuo never had to worry about children… Until he got mixed up in a card game and ended up losing his marks, his shirt and being forced to drink all the drinks on the table. Needless to say F’nuo was always a sore loser and refused to lose the last bet of the night – that he wouldn’t bed the woman who was currently bouncing on another rider’s knee.
As fate tends to love its cruel twists, nine months later a basket was delivered to F’nuo’s humble weyr. Moving the blanket to find a sleeping babe underneath, the green rider nearly fainted. His dragon had more sense, however, and sent the man to the crèche with the babe, but only after he named him – because to the dragon it was very obviously his. F’nuo did so, and spent the next three sevendays searching for the mother. He could not, however, remember the woman from that drunken night and neither could the other riders, though they all seemed to find the situation quite ironic and fitting for the green rider.
Eventually F’nuo gave up the search for the mother, but could not completely turn his back on the babe. The constant pestering of his green could have played a large part in it, and as the babe grew it became very clear that the green dolted on the little thing. Between the green rider, the dragon and their wing, the boy had a happier childhood than most crèche children could hope for. Eventually little Lorenuo was looked at as a sort of little mascot for the wing and was well loved.
As his first growth spurt hit, so did his notice of the teenage girls. His voice breaking and his unusual early height made him sort of a novelty around them and it was not long before the girls began playing with the eager young boy. It took some time, but eventually their innocent kissing games turned into more and Lorenuo lost an early virginity at the age of 14 when one such game turned heated underneath the gold’s mating flight. The young man was clearly not of his father’s opinion of women.
Needless to say, that mating flight was the same one that produced the egg that would hatch the brown weyrling Menith. Dressed in white with the rest of the candidates to stand, the boy named Lorenuo became L’nuo when the first egg opened up to reveal the wet brown nose ridge. The brown took his time to move the egg shells away from his body before stepping out with an almost regal grace. Large for his color, Menith gave the candidates a good look over before moving forward to L’nuo. Tears fell unabashed from the 15 turn old boy’s cheeks as he gave the name of his brown to the cheering crowd in the stands. Every member of the wing congratulated the new weyrling and many who were not, but knew of his name anyways.
Weyrling Training flew by L’nuo as he learned to juggle his dragon and the lessons while sliding easily out of chores to go chasing after the same girls who found their old playmate now a choice capture. The chases they lead L’nuo on only grew his confidence, but each found themselves disappointed as he moved onto the next girl as soon as their chase proved not interesting enough. They would quickly find another way to peek his interest however, and it would begin all over again.
With how much time the new brownrider spent on everything but his lessons it is amazing that he passed with solid colors. Menith was a strong flyer and had even grown to the size of a small bronze. A fierce competitor, Menith thrived off his riders confidence and often found himself contending against any dragon that would offer an argument. Putting the confident dragon and rider into a working wing was the only real choice the Weyrling Master had to teach them true obedience.
While the Wingleader’s bronze seemed to keep the brown in check well enough, L’nuo found a different way to keep his own lustful and confident wanderings in check. She was a black haired woman, with ivory skin despite the harsh southern sun and lips the color of a pale pink rose. Her smile was a sad one, her storm blue eyes distant and distraught. A new face to the Weyr as she had been found shipwrecked on the Azov Sea not far from Ponaa. L’nuo had become intoxicated by the very site of her.
Two Turns it took the confident brown rider to finally get her to warm to him, to get her to truly smile again. It was the two most wonderful and most frustrating turns of L’nuo’s life. Yet he would never regret them. Giving her his full attention, they seemed meant for each other as he warmed her frozen core and she calmed his wild nature. The first time they made love, it was on the shore that they found her, beneath the stars she loved so well and Menith’s protective gaze.
Another half turn drifted by in that magical haze that could only be true love and L’nuo found her rounder of stomach. Lifting a gentle hand to it, they spent the next sevenday away from the weyr, upon that beach once again sharing dreams, hopes and fears… and their love grew with the child inside her. Upon their return, L’nuo made up his mind to grant her one wish – as proof of his love so she would become his weyrmate.
Her wish was to be allowed to return to her family, just for a day so she might tell them how happy she was, and how happy the child would be. It took L’nuo some time to get permission, but eventually it was given – though in secrecy and he was to keep Menith out of sight. The trip there was a happy one as they flew straight to keep the child safe inside her.
What they found at her old home, however, was not a happy chapter to their lovers tale. Her mother had died of grief at the loss of her so many turns ago and her father died shortly after of quickal poisoning. The news tore the woman apart as her life had always evolved around family. Unsure of what to do, L’nuo quickly whisked her back to Menith. In the air they could see the small cothold perfect and sobs of grief wrecked threw her slight frame. She begged them to take her between so the sight may be lost to her quicker, so she couldn’t look back at all she had lost.
As Menith broke through the cold of between to hover over the Weyr, L’nuo no longer felt her arms around him. A scream broke through his lips as he twisted around in his seat. Four times. Four times L’nuo and Menith jumped between between cothold and weyr praying for some saving grace that she would come back… Finally as L’nuo called for them to jump between again, Menith told him no. She is gone L’nuo. She would not have let go if she did not wish to stay between. I’m sorry.
After telling the Weyrleader that she chose to stay with her family and he couldn't deny her, he retired to his weyr. The next sevenday found the brown rider unwashed, underfed and uncaring. It took a strong slap from his wingleader to make L’nuo finally open his eyes to how terribly his own grief was affecting Menith. The brown refused to eat as long as L’nuo did not eat. Seeing the only thing left to his heart in such a state finally shook the brown rider back to reality. He needed to live for Menith now.
And so he did, returning to his old self L’nuo began to worry about his own appearance and the appearance of his brown as well. The two became closely bonded and soon Menith took flight after a green once more. When he returned to find L’nuo had not taken part, Menith vowed off flying. Heart torn at his dragon’s loyalty, L’nuo knew he would need to be more than vain with their appearance to give Menith the healthy, confident and dominate lifestyle the large brown was born for.
It was with his brown in mind that L’nuo finally managed to take that last step and take a women to bed again. It was difficult at first, but as his brown rose and won flight after flight it became habit once again. L’nuo learned to enjoy it for the physical pleasure it brought, and he found his own confident silver tongue again to woo any woman to his bed. But his heart was never truly in it. His heart now belongs to Menith, and no matter how many women he may bed while Menith flys and no matter how many women may throw their love to his feet, his heart is for his brown. For his Menith and their memories.
Dragon
Name: Menith
Age: 15 Turns
Color: Brown
Clutch: 1171 – Gold Arizith and Bronze Birath
Appearance:
The dark brown of Menith’s hide is something he prides himself over. Like rich soil, it too glistens in the dew of the morning only to accent the strong muscle beneath. A well built dragon over all, the only complaint the healers may have over Menith is the shortness of him. He is built more like a brick than the long graceful snake that some dragons pride themselves over. A pure ball of muscle to be honest, he still compares to the size of a small bronze more than an average brown.
Personality:
A unique dragon indeed, Menith has an unusual depth to his personality. While most dragons show a defining and simple trait, Menith holds two very strongly. He is confident – and while most dragons tend to be, Menith is confident almost to a flaw. His confidence tends to get him into dominance fights more often than normal for a dragon. In fact, as his rider heals, Menith tends to get worse in his confidence.
The second trait that Menith has is his protectiveness over L’nuo. Again, most dragons tend to be protective over their riders, but like his confidence, Menith takes his protectiveness to ridiculous levels. Several women he has chased out of their weyr when he did not feel it was in his riders best interest to have them there. He has even once attempted to defy a bronze dragon as the ranking rider attempted to yell at L’nuo over the brown’s roars of protest.
History:
From Menith’s Telling.
The sands were warm, but L’nuo is warmer.
We had lots of flights, L’nuo and I. All were enjoyable.
I remember Ashni. We loved her like we loved eachother.
I remember the little one too. I wanted to name her Meni. L’nuo and Ashni didn’t mind.
L’nuo is hurt now. We miss Ashni and Meni. But I will protect him. I will love him as he loves me.
We are flying again. We will learn to enjoy them again.
Wing Flown With: Alpha Wing
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Character
Name: L’nuo (Lorenuo)
Gender: Male
Age: 30 Turns
Sexual Orientation: While he flirts with everyone shamelessly, he has never slept with another man outside of flights and is, thus Heterosexual.
Rank: Wingrider
Appearance:
Standing a tall 6’3”, L’nuo tends to easily tower over the average folk. Every now and then there comes a rider with an inch or two over the brownrider, but it’s never by much. With the tall height comes the long arms which he often puts to advantage when snagging the nearest bubbly pie or cute woman walking by. Knowing full well how many women swoon in a strong armed embrace, L’nuo is very conscious about his arms and tends to show them off whenever he has the chance.
If L’nuo was self-conscious about his arms, well then he’s just as conscious about the rest of his body. A vain man indeed, L’nuo works out every day and not just to stay in shape for thread-fighting. He makes sure to work each part of his body to keep his ‘chiseled’ look. One blessing he has (at least he counts it as a blessing) is that his skin tone is naturally darker than most. He doesn’t burn in the sun and he never seems to need to worry about tan lines. Of course this could be due again to his vain tendencies as he strips his shirt whenever possible outside.
L’nuo has a long face beginning with a strong, square jaw that often has the slight shadow of stubble upon it. While he is not so vain as to shave every day, he does make a point of not allowing it to become a full on beard. He prefers the clean shaven look and does well to make sure to clean it up every few days. His strong jaw is accompanied by obvious cheekbones and topped with two dark brown eyes that seem to have a hidden intensity despite his usual happy-go-lucky attitude.
His love to be clean shaven spreads further than just his jaw. L’nuo does not remember the last time he allowed his hair to grow more than a few centimeters and many people would say the same. He’s just simply always kept it closely shaven and finds it much cooler in the Southern heat that way. Besides, his vanity finds a certain appeal in it and it’s very easy to wash when there is no hair involved.
When it comes to the clothes he wears, L’nuo again shows his preference to look good. His riding leathers fit perfectly as he has had several pairs tailored specially for him. Dress clothes are the same way, tailored to fit perfectly and show off his best features. While he tends to prefer various shades of tan for his pants, his shirts vary depending on the occasion. Often times you will find his dress shirts nice sleeveless ones. When it comes to work shirts he stays with tight fitting tank tops as they offer the least restrictions to movement and speed. Not to mention they breathe well.
L’nuo prides himself on his nearly flawless body. The one blemish to his skin is an old scar across his left wrist which he keeps covered with a wide leather brand. He only takes off the band when bathing as the water tends to make the leather itch, so many do not even realize he has the scar that reminds him of that fateful day.
Family:
Father – F’nuo of Green Neerth – Died in Threadfall
Mother – Unknown, probably a lowercavern’s woman.
Siblings – Unknown, probably a half or two out there.
Children – None, he is careful to keep everything to two night stands – first the bedding, then a ride between just to be safe.
Personality:
If there was ever one person who should have gone into the Harper Craft for his ability to act exactly as a situation called for, it is L’nuo. While most people around the Weyr know him as a complete Player, there are a few who know that his playful acts have been refined to a true art. In fact, L’nuo is so good at playing so many different faces it is often hard to tell exactly which face is his true personality. Some say he does it for simple comic relief and that he is and always will be a Player at heart. Others are convinced there is a much deeper side to L’nuo, one that he hides through his faces.
To begin the description of his personality, it is best to look at the ‘face’ most people see and that happens to be the face of a Player. From what most of the Weyr views L’nuo lives, breathes, laughs, sleeps and even loves like a Player. Seeming to live a life that revolves around making people smile, L’nuo always has a smile on his lips and a joke on his tongue. He is always the center of attention in a group and he does not hesitate to transfer all that focus onto a pretty lady the moment one walks by.
Because of his easy-go-lucky attitude, it is easy to befriend L’nuo. He often uses this to his advantage around the Weyr when sneaking off with an extra bubbly pie. It probably also helps that he always snitches from women and many seem to think him rather good looking, leaving them to enjoy his attentions. L’nuo has not bothered to keep count how many women have fought over him. Whenever they do he ends up taking them both to bed so it ends up a winning situation for him.
It is uncommon to see L’nuo’s smile falter, his confidence slack and even rarer still to see L’nuo in a sour mood. Whenever someone gets on his nerves, well he often shrugs it off and finds new company. Many a rider watch with amazement as L’nuo can let the worst people off with a shrug of the shoulder in situations where they would be killing someone. There is no temper to L’nuo – at least none he lets anyone see. It takes a special nerve to get L’nuo to show any sort of violence.
Just as it is highly unlikely to see L’nuo in a sour or angry mood, it is similarly unlikely to see him sad or depressed. It just isn’t like the brownrider to let things get to him. One day out of the turn L’nuo seems to completely disappear from the Weyr. This is the only time you see the happy-go-lucky sad, but since he removes himself completely from view nobody really sees it at all. When asked about that day, L’nuo just gives you a wink and a smile and tells you he was out picking wildberries.
Hobbies/Skills: If you don’t include the ‘chase’ as a hobby, well perhaps flirting is one? No? Would comedy and dramatics count? No? Well I guess there just isn’t really a legitimate hobby for L’nuo. He has a knack for making people laugh. He can’t throw a very good punch, but he is great at dodging people and flying objects – probably a skill earned by the number of pots he’s had thrown at him by various women and a few men.
Pets: Besides the Women of the Weyr? Well there is his Menith, but Menith tends to think himself above “pet” status.
History:
F’nuo was not the sort of person to get mixed up with women. In fact he avoided them like the plague and urged his green to choose a dragon with a male rider every time. The green was great at it too, and F’nuo never had to worry about children… Until he got mixed up in a card game and ended up losing his marks, his shirt and being forced to drink all the drinks on the table. Needless to say F’nuo was always a sore loser and refused to lose the last bet of the night – that he wouldn’t bed the woman who was currently bouncing on another rider’s knee.
As fate tends to love its cruel twists, nine months later a basket was delivered to F’nuo’s humble weyr. Moving the blanket to find a sleeping babe underneath, the green rider nearly fainted. His dragon had more sense, however, and sent the man to the crèche with the babe, but only after he named him – because to the dragon it was very obviously his. F’nuo did so, and spent the next three sevendays searching for the mother. He could not, however, remember the woman from that drunken night and neither could the other riders, though they all seemed to find the situation quite ironic and fitting for the green rider.
Eventually F’nuo gave up the search for the mother, but could not completely turn his back on the babe. The constant pestering of his green could have played a large part in it, and as the babe grew it became very clear that the green dolted on the little thing. Between the green rider, the dragon and their wing, the boy had a happier childhood than most crèche children could hope for. Eventually little Lorenuo was looked at as a sort of little mascot for the wing and was well loved.
As his first growth spurt hit, so did his notice of the teenage girls. His voice breaking and his unusual early height made him sort of a novelty around them and it was not long before the girls began playing with the eager young boy. It took some time, but eventually their innocent kissing games turned into more and Lorenuo lost an early virginity at the age of 14 when one such game turned heated underneath the gold’s mating flight. The young man was clearly not of his father’s opinion of women.
Needless to say, that mating flight was the same one that produced the egg that would hatch the brown weyrling Menith. Dressed in white with the rest of the candidates to stand, the boy named Lorenuo became L’nuo when the first egg opened up to reveal the wet brown nose ridge. The brown took his time to move the egg shells away from his body before stepping out with an almost regal grace. Large for his color, Menith gave the candidates a good look over before moving forward to L’nuo. Tears fell unabashed from the 15 turn old boy’s cheeks as he gave the name of his brown to the cheering crowd in the stands. Every member of the wing congratulated the new weyrling and many who were not, but knew of his name anyways.
Weyrling Training flew by L’nuo as he learned to juggle his dragon and the lessons while sliding easily out of chores to go chasing after the same girls who found their old playmate now a choice capture. The chases they lead L’nuo on only grew his confidence, but each found themselves disappointed as he moved onto the next girl as soon as their chase proved not interesting enough. They would quickly find another way to peek his interest however, and it would begin all over again.
With how much time the new brownrider spent on everything but his lessons it is amazing that he passed with solid colors. Menith was a strong flyer and had even grown to the size of a small bronze. A fierce competitor, Menith thrived off his riders confidence and often found himself contending against any dragon that would offer an argument. Putting the confident dragon and rider into a working wing was the only real choice the Weyrling Master had to teach them true obedience.
While the Wingleader’s bronze seemed to keep the brown in check well enough, L’nuo found a different way to keep his own lustful and confident wanderings in check. She was a black haired woman, with ivory skin despite the harsh southern sun and lips the color of a pale pink rose. Her smile was a sad one, her storm blue eyes distant and distraught. A new face to the Weyr as she had been found shipwrecked on the Azov Sea not far from Ponaa. L’nuo had become intoxicated by the very site of her.
Two Turns it took the confident brown rider to finally get her to warm to him, to get her to truly smile again. It was the two most wonderful and most frustrating turns of L’nuo’s life. Yet he would never regret them. Giving her his full attention, they seemed meant for each other as he warmed her frozen core and she calmed his wild nature. The first time they made love, it was on the shore that they found her, beneath the stars she loved so well and Menith’s protective gaze.
Another half turn drifted by in that magical haze that could only be true love and L’nuo found her rounder of stomach. Lifting a gentle hand to it, they spent the next sevenday away from the weyr, upon that beach once again sharing dreams, hopes and fears… and their love grew with the child inside her. Upon their return, L’nuo made up his mind to grant her one wish – as proof of his love so she would become his weyrmate.
Her wish was to be allowed to return to her family, just for a day so she might tell them how happy she was, and how happy the child would be. It took L’nuo some time to get permission, but eventually it was given – though in secrecy and he was to keep Menith out of sight. The trip there was a happy one as they flew straight to keep the child safe inside her.
What they found at her old home, however, was not a happy chapter to their lovers tale. Her mother had died of grief at the loss of her so many turns ago and her father died shortly after of quickal poisoning. The news tore the woman apart as her life had always evolved around family. Unsure of what to do, L’nuo quickly whisked her back to Menith. In the air they could see the small cothold perfect and sobs of grief wrecked threw her slight frame. She begged them to take her between so the sight may be lost to her quicker, so she couldn’t look back at all she had lost.
As Menith broke through the cold of between to hover over the Weyr, L’nuo no longer felt her arms around him. A scream broke through his lips as he twisted around in his seat. Four times. Four times L’nuo and Menith jumped between between cothold and weyr praying for some saving grace that she would come back… Finally as L’nuo called for them to jump between again, Menith told him no. She is gone L’nuo. She would not have let go if she did not wish to stay between. I’m sorry.
After telling the Weyrleader that she chose to stay with her family and he couldn't deny her, he retired to his weyr. The next sevenday found the brown rider unwashed, underfed and uncaring. It took a strong slap from his wingleader to make L’nuo finally open his eyes to how terribly his own grief was affecting Menith. The brown refused to eat as long as L’nuo did not eat. Seeing the only thing left to his heart in such a state finally shook the brown rider back to reality. He needed to live for Menith now.
And so he did, returning to his old self L’nuo began to worry about his own appearance and the appearance of his brown as well. The two became closely bonded and soon Menith took flight after a green once more. When he returned to find L’nuo had not taken part, Menith vowed off flying. Heart torn at his dragon’s loyalty, L’nuo knew he would need to be more than vain with their appearance to give Menith the healthy, confident and dominate lifestyle the large brown was born for.
It was with his brown in mind that L’nuo finally managed to take that last step and take a women to bed again. It was difficult at first, but as his brown rose and won flight after flight it became habit once again. L’nuo learned to enjoy it for the physical pleasure it brought, and he found his own confident silver tongue again to woo any woman to his bed. But his heart was never truly in it. His heart now belongs to Menith, and no matter how many women he may bed while Menith flys and no matter how many women may throw their love to his feet, his heart is for his brown. For his Menith and their memories.
Dragon
Name: Menith
Age: 15 Turns
Color: Brown
Clutch: 1171 – Gold Arizith and Bronze Birath
Appearance:
The dark brown of Menith’s hide is something he prides himself over. Like rich soil, it too glistens in the dew of the morning only to accent the strong muscle beneath. A well built dragon over all, the only complaint the healers may have over Menith is the shortness of him. He is built more like a brick than the long graceful snake that some dragons pride themselves over. A pure ball of muscle to be honest, he still compares to the size of a small bronze more than an average brown.
Personality:
A unique dragon indeed, Menith has an unusual depth to his personality. While most dragons show a defining and simple trait, Menith holds two very strongly. He is confident – and while most dragons tend to be, Menith is confident almost to a flaw. His confidence tends to get him into dominance fights more often than normal for a dragon. In fact, as his rider heals, Menith tends to get worse in his confidence.
The second trait that Menith has is his protectiveness over L’nuo. Again, most dragons tend to be protective over their riders, but like his confidence, Menith takes his protectiveness to ridiculous levels. Several women he has chased out of their weyr when he did not feel it was in his riders best interest to have them there. He has even once attempted to defy a bronze dragon as the ranking rider attempted to yell at L’nuo over the brown’s roars of protest.
History:
From Menith’s Telling.
The sands were warm, but L’nuo is warmer.
We had lots of flights, L’nuo and I. All were enjoyable.
I remember Ashni. We loved her like we loved eachother.
I remember the little one too. I wanted to name her Meni. L’nuo and Ashni didn’t mind.
L’nuo is hurt now. We miss Ashni and Meni. But I will protect him. I will love him as he loves me.
We are flying again. We will learn to enjoy them again.
Wing Flown With: Alpha Wing
