Post by E on Feb 22, 2010 12:33:15 GMT -5
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Character
Name: E’mion (Endymion – A named used in the Mother’s family for generations, origin forgotten)
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Previous Wingleader at Southern Weyr
Appearance:
Having been not only a bronze rider for many turns, E’mion has also been the wingleader of a rather active wing leaving him no small man. On the contrary, he tops off at an even five feet, eleven inches and has a sturdy build. Well muscled and flexible, few would dare to argue with the rider. Those that have have found a man born to fight and have nearly never bested him. There are few who can and all are of the highest rank bronze riders, but even they are hard put as the man does not know how to stay down.
As a fighter, E’mion is not without his fair share of ‘trophies’ most being in the form of scars that only make his already chiseled body look harsher. His long, angular face is accented with more than just a strong jaw, but a nose that has had its own fair share of breaks; two of which now show. The first was from his brother leaving a nice little bump in the bridge of his nose while the other had been from J’mier, the Southern Weyrleader which left his nose slightly askew to the side.
While the most often visible scar is the single line drawn across the back of his right hand, the one everyone quickly takes notice to and never fail to whisper about is the four parallel lines that run down his torso from his right shoulder blade down and around to end barely past his right hip bone – won from the feline fight that lost him a good number of his wing. Despite the pain it had offered even in the beginning, it hardly slowed the stubborn man down – E’mion’s actions only caused it to take longer to heal into its harsh white scar.
E’mion still keeps his hair cut short, although lately he has let his facial hair grow, giving him a rather scruffy look and slightly blurring the strength of his jaw. It does not, however, soften his image but make it even rougher. If all of these changes in the recent Turns combined have not made people think twice about crossing this Dominant male, the changes to his bronze dragon who has become much closer to his rider should settle any questions.
Due to his recent trip between, E’mion’s harsh and rough appearance has been momentarily mutilated. The threadscores are still fresh leaving the long angry red burns to wrap across his body. Looking at them for even a moment too long and one would imagine them moving as if they were tunnelsnakes scored into him.
Family: Endymion (or E’mion) was the first of nine children born to a green rider by the name of Elleshia and a brown rider by the name of D’han. While D’han was not keen on staying with Elleshia after the flight, they both agreed to take turns raising Endymion rather than leaving him for the weyr to raise as a whole. Elleshia believed strongly that it would increase his chances at impressing. Elleshia’s green flew many more times but was only flown by D’han’s brown once more. Elleshia was a very fertile women and she found herself pregnant after almost every flight leaving Endymion with many step-siblings.
D’han Brown Rider, (70’s) Father
Elleshia Green Rider, (60’s) Mother
N'lin Blue Rider, (36 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
C'ven Blue Rider (34 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
Daphi Green Rider (28 Turns) Full Sister
V'cent Brown Rider (30 Turns) Step Brother/Fathers side
Paige Drudge (25 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Irena Drudge (19 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Sunra (13 Turns) Step sister/Fathers side
Kicoqin (9 Turns) Step brother/ Mothers side
Premion (9 Turns) Son/ Jr. Weyrwoman Prell
Endea (5 Turns) Daughter/ Jr. Weyrwoman Ureal
Erelli (3 Turns) Daughter/ Jr. Weyrwoman Prell
Personality:
While weyrling hood taught him to follow orders, his quick mind has no problem giving them when needed and he found being a wingleader has only enhanced this ability. A natural leader, the Dominant side of E’mion comes to be of much value here along with his quick, strong mind. Although he often shows up to be dark and stubborn to most, he does actually listen to new ideas. With every new idea comes a new possibility and he is often found brooding over them. His brooding, however, does not slow down his decisiveness on matters and he is often found to be quick to act. When all of this adds up, it is no wonder Endymion often finds himself in fist fights with those he feels are incompetent and slow.
E’mion feels dragonriders are a breed above the rest of Pern and has no problem showing that feeling. Dragonriders, he finds himself believing, should lead the Pern they sacrifice their lives to protect every day. Not quite in the complete take-over of Pern by one Weyr, but he would not say no to the holds answering to the Riders rather than the Riders answering to the Holds like they had done so many turns before. This is one view he does not speak outloud.
When it comes to women, he could really care less. Women riders are a different story entirely. Just as he feels dragonriders are better, so are the women riders from ordinary women. Having impressed a dragon themselves, E’mion feels that they are where the future lies. From strong women come stronger men. He does not baby them though, whoever heard of a strong man coming from a spoiled kid? Instead he feels they should be encouraged to think for themselves and strive for betterment, but also ruled with an iron fist.
Hobbies/Skills: E’mion has over ten turns of threadfall experience under his belt, does that count for a skill? Otherwise, he is a great tactician, and has a strong head for battle plans.
Pets: None.
History:
Like all of his younger siblings and many other children in the weyr, Endymion was the result of a green mating flight. Elleshia, Endymion’s mother was not like most of the other green riders however. She did not want to give up her son for the weyr to raise as a whole, but wished to raise him herself. She felt that Endymion needed both a mother figure and a father figure in order to become a great rider and in a way she was right.
D’han, Endymion’s father agreed after much debate that actually raising his son might be a good idea. Although D’han was often busy with his wingsecond duties, he still found time to teach his son the lessons he felt was important. They often included building such characteristics as responsibility, loyalty to the weyr, determination, and why it is important to be trustworthy. The one lesson D’han taught his son the best was one that involved a characteristic he never meant for his son to have; Dominance.
Endymion had learned this lesson on one of the days his father was watching him. D’han had tried to get out of it because of a drill he had to run thru with the new wingriders. Elleshia, who had several other children she demanded on raising now, would not let D’han skimp out on his duties. So D’han grudgingly let the six turn old Endymion tag along to where D’han would be watching over the new wingriders. A some point, one of the new brown riders began to argue with D’han saying that the new drill they were learning was pointless and that they should stick with the traditional. D’han would have none of it and reprimanded the rider harshly, forgetting his son was there to hear the words that came out of his mouth. Endymion was amazed to watch as not only the riders fought, but their browns put forth their voices as well.
Afterwards, Endymion asked why his father had been mean to the other rider, not realizing that it was in fact the other rider who started the matter. D’han sighed impatiently and told Endymion that the reason for having a leader, or even a wingsecond, was to make sure everyone was in line and doing things properly and efficiently. If a rider does not listen to their leader, they endanger all of the rest. Without actually saying it, D’han had basically told Endymion how important dominance over those he was in charge of was.
After that, Endymion (10 turns now) was put in charge of many of his younger siblings as he was the oldest. He quickly, but quietly began to show that he was the Dominant one. If his father was Dominant then he would be too. Endymion, however, chose to demonstrate his dominance in more quiet ways showing his younger brothers that doing it the way he said was quicker. Most quickly learned that it was, in fact, a good idea to listen to Endymion. His brother Nicolin, who was closest to him in age, did not agree. He did not like the idea of Endymion, who was only a turn older, should be telling him what to do. The two found themselves settling their disputes in dark tunnels by means of their fists. Endymion almost always came out victorious, but not before taking a severe beating from his brother. This accounted for most of his broken noses.
Endymion became a candidate at the age of 17, the same year his brother Nicolin became a candidate at the age of 16. A little put out that his brother became candidate a year earlier than himself, Endymion shrugged it off and worked hard to learn his lessons, most of which he already knew from helping his parents. It was in his nineteenth turn that he finally impressed his metallic bronze.
While Endymion, or E’mion now, regretted having such a Dominant dragon he found himself immensely satisfied as they learned their weyrling lessons quickly. Not only did they learn quickly, they were also fighters and fought their way to being top of their class, competed with by only a few. It was soon apparent that the only other weyrlings that would be any match for the pair who argued constantly was in fact other bronzes and their riders. E’mion and Malekith quickly learned that while they still fought each other for dominance over the other, they could not fight while in flight or training. Whenever they did so was when another bronze and rider bested them. During their weyrling years, they learned the hard lesson of working as a team.
Graduation came with the brownrider T’kil tapping E’mion on the shoulder as the very second one chosen on graduation day. T’kil was a middle-aged rider then and the newest wingsecond in the Vagrent wing. Now a rider of Vagrent, E’mion found his life changing drastically as he learned more and more about the background of the wing and the strange ways their drills were conducted. A wing that had never truly been welcomed in either the north or the south, it was a renegade wing and it seemed to house every true roughneck in the Weyr. E’mion fit right in though he was one of the more serious ones.
After five years in the wing, E’mion found himself and his dragon argueing with the older riders over many things, most of all traditions in the wing. He was surprised how many called for him to be grounded and kicked out of the wing, but his stubborn glare only seemed to make the wingleader smile. There were many who were not happy to see him promoted to wingsecond, mostly the older riders. A few of the younger ones, like the wingleader, found themselves drawn to the man, however, as his natural ability to lead shone through.
It was when E’mion turned twenty seven that two things happened that changed his life drastically. The first was the promotion to wingleader of Vagrent wing. He had been ready for wingsecond, but he was more than surprised to find his young wingleader retiring. E’mion had been blind to the fact that his wingleader and teacher had a joint ailment and was now unable to fly. The Dominant man, however, did not allow himself to brew on this too long as he accepted and started drills harder than usual.
A few turns later found a call from Tamah Hold had Vagrent wing sent to help with a slight feline problem. Having taken care of one at Southern Hold already, the wing was not prepared for so many who were obviously smarter than the last batch had been. Losing two greens and an older blue rider, none of the Helios wing had been prepared for the sounds or the image of dying dragons jumping between to leave their riders begging for death. It was E’mion himself who granted it to the two men and woman. Malekith and E’mion both came out scathed along with many of the other riders. Vagrent was a wing broken and the healing is taking longer than usual, especially for the wingleader.
Turns passed, as they always do, and E’mion found himself in a position that was unusual for a bronze rider. Malekith had successfully flown both Junior Queens, two or three times each. Unsure if it was the Weyrleader not wishing Malekith to Dominant his own Gold as well, or if it was truly a matter of mixing blood, the choice was eventually made to E’mion’s displeasure to transfer the pair to Ponaa Weyr.
In one deft move by the unloved Weyrleader, E’mion found himself torn from his loyal men, his friends, his only son and shipped off to a Weyr where he would have no rank. Going from wingleader back to wingrider with the requirement of re-earning his rank. The bronze dragon and rider alike were not fond of the idea and the whole of Southern Weyr felt their displeasure as it radiated off the largest bronze of the Weyr.
As if fate hand a hand to play, E’mion and Malekith’s arrival to Ponaa Weyr was an ill timed one. As soon as they touched down and meet with the Weyrleader, the watch dragon called out; Thread was falling over the western farmlands. Told to fly a low sweep beneath the wings till he was properly in one, E’mion and Malekith joined to fight the thread. Several clumps were caught by the pair, missed by the dragons above fighting with the oddly falling thread.
After several hours, the fall seemed to have stopped and Malekith glided tiredly as he watched the wings slowly between back to the Weyr. About to make the jump themselves once enough time was given for the previous wing to clear the airspace, a cry came out from a blue dragon – a last wave was falling to the south! Getting the coordinates promptly from the blue, Malekith did not hesitate to jump between to meet the unusual last patch of thread.
The coordinates given by the blue, however, did not accommodate for the bronze’s unusually large size and the pair found themselves in the middle of the clump. A scream escaped E’mion’s lips before he even felt the first cord of burning thread wrap hungrily around his body. Malekith joined in the scream and fled to between.
One… Two… Three… … … … … Four?... … … Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… E’mion lost count as fear gripped his now burning lungs. As the cold of between seeped deeply into his bones, he reached out for his dragon.
I am here E’mion, do not let go. I will not lose you! The bronze answered defiantly even as the darkness finally closed completely around his rider. With unconsciousness overtaking him, E’mion felt the terrors of between for the first time in thirty-seven long turns… … …
Dragon
Name: Malekith
Age: 18 Turns
Color: Bronze
Clutch: Gold Nesmurith x Bronze Trogirath
Appearance:
A hardened, Dominant bronze, Malekith has no problem looking the part as he is very solidly built and was unnaturally large for a bronze – easily the largest in the Southern Weyr. Most riders have little problem telling that there is muscle beneath their dragons hide, but Malekith has a strange trait that leaves even the holders without a doubt that few dragons reckon with him.
A deep, metallic bronze, his hide is often pawned over for its threatening, yet beautiful appearance. Malekith does not have to try to gain the awe he strikes in many non-riders and riders alike. The bronze hide has found its way to be marred, just as his rider’s finely tanned skin has earned its ‘trophies’. Malekith has earned himself a lovely scar of three deep gashes just below his faceted eye and down to his jaw from the same feline hunt that lost him several dragons in his wing. It has, however, only enhanced his appeal as a great bronze.
Due to his recent trip between, the bronze currently looks similar to his rider and it is currently being debated if the dragon will fly again. Angry red burns cover his body from nose tip to tail, leaving his once proud wings in a torn mess. The fact that he was able to land on the Weyr Floor was a blessing in itself. Many wonder if his bronze hide will recover its once coveted shade.
Personality:
Definatly a Dominant male, Malekith will compete with anyone to prove that he is the best. As a dominant male, Malekith finds himself at odds with a lot of other bronzes, the older ones especially who consider him stupid and arrogant, a troublemaker who needs to be taught his place. Most bronzes, however, are hard put to best him a feat that is becoming harder and harder to do as he is finally coming to terms with his rider. The two together have made a team that is nearly unstoppable and one that demands the respect of those who fly beneath them.
Malekith is always at odds with his rider who is also a Dominant male, even if they are of separate species. Proud, the bronze often finds himself ignoring his rider just to prove that he does not have to listen to him. While this has become much rarer after finding common ground with each other, the two still find themselves in an occasional argument. When duty calls, however, they are quick to put it aside for another time and lead the dragons who fly beneath them the way they should be lead.
History:
Malekith felt the shell that held him captive give way. Pausing for a moment to get a better place for his feet to rest, Malekith gave a final shove on his shell and it split neatly in two. Looking around, Malekith studied the candidates before him. Finding none of them to his satisfaction, he found himself rumbling angrily. To think they could not give decent candidates! Deciding to show his unhappiness, Malekith charged at the nearest group of candidates. The closest ones scattered, not wanting to be hit and Malekith smiled happily. That’s when he noticed the dark one.
The dark one didn’t even flinch as he had charged the other candidates. No that wouldn’t do, Malekith decided as he fixed his course to hit the boy square. He’d teach him! The boy crouched low instead of moving out of the way. Fine. Malekith thought. If you want to be hit I’ll hit you good and hard. And he did, knocking the boy down. Malekith, however, was furious to find that he too was brought down. Finding the boy holding tightly to him he struggled furious. How dare he!! After a while, the young bronze found himself bested. Looking into the boys face, Malekith was surprised to find that he had a hardened look of a fighter. Deciding quickly that he would not lose, but cause a stalemate instead he impressed the boy.
What are you doing? Release me now. If I must impress, I will impress you because you did not fear me. Now let go of your Malekith, E’mion before I bite you. E’mion instantly let go of the him. Malekith was surprised to find E’mion in such confusion though. Had he done something wrong? Would they be mad? Don’t be stupid. he said tartly, reprimanding his new rider. I chose you and they can’t do a thing about it. I am a bronze and if they wish to compete with me it will be their funeral. Now get up and feed me.
Endymion shook his head. “Alright Alright. But we have to get one thing straight. I am YOUR rider and you are MY dragon. I’m the one in charge here, not you.” You are seriously mistaken. Feed Me. the bronze emphasized this last statement with a growl. Ok, the new rider thought, I’ll feed the little brat first then we’ll worry about who’s in charge. Very Good. E’mion glared at the bronze as he realized he could no longer have his own silent thoughts and Malekith returned the glare calmly. He’d teach his stubborn rider soon enough, for now though, he wanted nothing more than to ease the pain in his stomach.
Wing Flown With: Previous Wingleader of Vagrent Wing of Southern Weyr
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Character
Name: E’mion (Endymion – A named used in the Mother’s family for generations, origin forgotten)
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Previous Wingleader at Southern Weyr
Appearance:
Having been not only a bronze rider for many turns, E’mion has also been the wingleader of a rather active wing leaving him no small man. On the contrary, he tops off at an even five feet, eleven inches and has a sturdy build. Well muscled and flexible, few would dare to argue with the rider. Those that have have found a man born to fight and have nearly never bested him. There are few who can and all are of the highest rank bronze riders, but even they are hard put as the man does not know how to stay down.
As a fighter, E’mion is not without his fair share of ‘trophies’ most being in the form of scars that only make his already chiseled body look harsher. His long, angular face is accented with more than just a strong jaw, but a nose that has had its own fair share of breaks; two of which now show. The first was from his brother leaving a nice little bump in the bridge of his nose while the other had been from J’mier, the Southern Weyrleader which left his nose slightly askew to the side.
While the most often visible scar is the single line drawn across the back of his right hand, the one everyone quickly takes notice to and never fail to whisper about is the four parallel lines that run down his torso from his right shoulder blade down and around to end barely past his right hip bone – won from the feline fight that lost him a good number of his wing. Despite the pain it had offered even in the beginning, it hardly slowed the stubborn man down – E’mion’s actions only caused it to take longer to heal into its harsh white scar.
E’mion still keeps his hair cut short, although lately he has let his facial hair grow, giving him a rather scruffy look and slightly blurring the strength of his jaw. It does not, however, soften his image but make it even rougher. If all of these changes in the recent Turns combined have not made people think twice about crossing this Dominant male, the changes to his bronze dragon who has become much closer to his rider should settle any questions.
Due to his recent trip between, E’mion’s harsh and rough appearance has been momentarily mutilated. The threadscores are still fresh leaving the long angry red burns to wrap across his body. Looking at them for even a moment too long and one would imagine them moving as if they were tunnelsnakes scored into him.
Family: Endymion (or E’mion) was the first of nine children born to a green rider by the name of Elleshia and a brown rider by the name of D’han. While D’han was not keen on staying with Elleshia after the flight, they both agreed to take turns raising Endymion rather than leaving him for the weyr to raise as a whole. Elleshia believed strongly that it would increase his chances at impressing. Elleshia’s green flew many more times but was only flown by D’han’s brown once more. Elleshia was a very fertile women and she found herself pregnant after almost every flight leaving Endymion with many step-siblings.
D’han Brown Rider, (70’s) Father
Elleshia Green Rider, (60’s) Mother
N'lin Blue Rider, (36 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
C'ven Blue Rider (34 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
Daphi Green Rider (28 Turns) Full Sister
V'cent Brown Rider (30 Turns) Step Brother/Fathers side
Paige Drudge (25 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Irena Drudge (19 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Sunra (13 Turns) Step sister/Fathers side
Kicoqin (9 Turns) Step brother/ Mothers side
Premion (9 Turns) Son/ Jr. Weyrwoman Prell
Endea (5 Turns) Daughter/ Jr. Weyrwoman Ureal
Erelli (3 Turns) Daughter/ Jr. Weyrwoman Prell
Personality:
While weyrling hood taught him to follow orders, his quick mind has no problem giving them when needed and he found being a wingleader has only enhanced this ability. A natural leader, the Dominant side of E’mion comes to be of much value here along with his quick, strong mind. Although he often shows up to be dark and stubborn to most, he does actually listen to new ideas. With every new idea comes a new possibility and he is often found brooding over them. His brooding, however, does not slow down his decisiveness on matters and he is often found to be quick to act. When all of this adds up, it is no wonder Endymion often finds himself in fist fights with those he feels are incompetent and slow.
E’mion feels dragonriders are a breed above the rest of Pern and has no problem showing that feeling. Dragonriders, he finds himself believing, should lead the Pern they sacrifice their lives to protect every day. Not quite in the complete take-over of Pern by one Weyr, but he would not say no to the holds answering to the Riders rather than the Riders answering to the Holds like they had done so many turns before. This is one view he does not speak outloud.
When it comes to women, he could really care less. Women riders are a different story entirely. Just as he feels dragonriders are better, so are the women riders from ordinary women. Having impressed a dragon themselves, E’mion feels that they are where the future lies. From strong women come stronger men. He does not baby them though, whoever heard of a strong man coming from a spoiled kid? Instead he feels they should be encouraged to think for themselves and strive for betterment, but also ruled with an iron fist.
Hobbies/Skills: E’mion has over ten turns of threadfall experience under his belt, does that count for a skill? Otherwise, he is a great tactician, and has a strong head for battle plans.
Pets: None.
History:
Like all of his younger siblings and many other children in the weyr, Endymion was the result of a green mating flight. Elleshia, Endymion’s mother was not like most of the other green riders however. She did not want to give up her son for the weyr to raise as a whole, but wished to raise him herself. She felt that Endymion needed both a mother figure and a father figure in order to become a great rider and in a way she was right.
D’han, Endymion’s father agreed after much debate that actually raising his son might be a good idea. Although D’han was often busy with his wingsecond duties, he still found time to teach his son the lessons he felt was important. They often included building such characteristics as responsibility, loyalty to the weyr, determination, and why it is important to be trustworthy. The one lesson D’han taught his son the best was one that involved a characteristic he never meant for his son to have; Dominance.
Endymion had learned this lesson on one of the days his father was watching him. D’han had tried to get out of it because of a drill he had to run thru with the new wingriders. Elleshia, who had several other children she demanded on raising now, would not let D’han skimp out on his duties. So D’han grudgingly let the six turn old Endymion tag along to where D’han would be watching over the new wingriders. A some point, one of the new brown riders began to argue with D’han saying that the new drill they were learning was pointless and that they should stick with the traditional. D’han would have none of it and reprimanded the rider harshly, forgetting his son was there to hear the words that came out of his mouth. Endymion was amazed to watch as not only the riders fought, but their browns put forth their voices as well.
Afterwards, Endymion asked why his father had been mean to the other rider, not realizing that it was in fact the other rider who started the matter. D’han sighed impatiently and told Endymion that the reason for having a leader, or even a wingsecond, was to make sure everyone was in line and doing things properly and efficiently. If a rider does not listen to their leader, they endanger all of the rest. Without actually saying it, D’han had basically told Endymion how important dominance over those he was in charge of was.
After that, Endymion (10 turns now) was put in charge of many of his younger siblings as he was the oldest. He quickly, but quietly began to show that he was the Dominant one. If his father was Dominant then he would be too. Endymion, however, chose to demonstrate his dominance in more quiet ways showing his younger brothers that doing it the way he said was quicker. Most quickly learned that it was, in fact, a good idea to listen to Endymion. His brother Nicolin, who was closest to him in age, did not agree. He did not like the idea of Endymion, who was only a turn older, should be telling him what to do. The two found themselves settling their disputes in dark tunnels by means of their fists. Endymion almost always came out victorious, but not before taking a severe beating from his brother. This accounted for most of his broken noses.
Endymion became a candidate at the age of 17, the same year his brother Nicolin became a candidate at the age of 16. A little put out that his brother became candidate a year earlier than himself, Endymion shrugged it off and worked hard to learn his lessons, most of which he already knew from helping his parents. It was in his nineteenth turn that he finally impressed his metallic bronze.
While Endymion, or E’mion now, regretted having such a Dominant dragon he found himself immensely satisfied as they learned their weyrling lessons quickly. Not only did they learn quickly, they were also fighters and fought their way to being top of their class, competed with by only a few. It was soon apparent that the only other weyrlings that would be any match for the pair who argued constantly was in fact other bronzes and their riders. E’mion and Malekith quickly learned that while they still fought each other for dominance over the other, they could not fight while in flight or training. Whenever they did so was when another bronze and rider bested them. During their weyrling years, they learned the hard lesson of working as a team.
Graduation came with the brownrider T’kil tapping E’mion on the shoulder as the very second one chosen on graduation day. T’kil was a middle-aged rider then and the newest wingsecond in the Vagrent wing. Now a rider of Vagrent, E’mion found his life changing drastically as he learned more and more about the background of the wing and the strange ways their drills were conducted. A wing that had never truly been welcomed in either the north or the south, it was a renegade wing and it seemed to house every true roughneck in the Weyr. E’mion fit right in though he was one of the more serious ones.
After five years in the wing, E’mion found himself and his dragon argueing with the older riders over many things, most of all traditions in the wing. He was surprised how many called for him to be grounded and kicked out of the wing, but his stubborn glare only seemed to make the wingleader smile. There were many who were not happy to see him promoted to wingsecond, mostly the older riders. A few of the younger ones, like the wingleader, found themselves drawn to the man, however, as his natural ability to lead shone through.
It was when E’mion turned twenty seven that two things happened that changed his life drastically. The first was the promotion to wingleader of Vagrent wing. He had been ready for wingsecond, but he was more than surprised to find his young wingleader retiring. E’mion had been blind to the fact that his wingleader and teacher had a joint ailment and was now unable to fly. The Dominant man, however, did not allow himself to brew on this too long as he accepted and started drills harder than usual.
A few turns later found a call from Tamah Hold had Vagrent wing sent to help with a slight feline problem. Having taken care of one at Southern Hold already, the wing was not prepared for so many who were obviously smarter than the last batch had been. Losing two greens and an older blue rider, none of the Helios wing had been prepared for the sounds or the image of dying dragons jumping between to leave their riders begging for death. It was E’mion himself who granted it to the two men and woman. Malekith and E’mion both came out scathed along with many of the other riders. Vagrent was a wing broken and the healing is taking longer than usual, especially for the wingleader.
Turns passed, as they always do, and E’mion found himself in a position that was unusual for a bronze rider. Malekith had successfully flown both Junior Queens, two or three times each. Unsure if it was the Weyrleader not wishing Malekith to Dominant his own Gold as well, or if it was truly a matter of mixing blood, the choice was eventually made to E’mion’s displeasure to transfer the pair to Ponaa Weyr.
In one deft move by the unloved Weyrleader, E’mion found himself torn from his loyal men, his friends, his only son and shipped off to a Weyr where he would have no rank. Going from wingleader back to wingrider with the requirement of re-earning his rank. The bronze dragon and rider alike were not fond of the idea and the whole of Southern Weyr felt their displeasure as it radiated off the largest bronze of the Weyr.
As if fate hand a hand to play, E’mion and Malekith’s arrival to Ponaa Weyr was an ill timed one. As soon as they touched down and meet with the Weyrleader, the watch dragon called out; Thread was falling over the western farmlands. Told to fly a low sweep beneath the wings till he was properly in one, E’mion and Malekith joined to fight the thread. Several clumps were caught by the pair, missed by the dragons above fighting with the oddly falling thread.
After several hours, the fall seemed to have stopped and Malekith glided tiredly as he watched the wings slowly between back to the Weyr. About to make the jump themselves once enough time was given for the previous wing to clear the airspace, a cry came out from a blue dragon – a last wave was falling to the south! Getting the coordinates promptly from the blue, Malekith did not hesitate to jump between to meet the unusual last patch of thread.
The coordinates given by the blue, however, did not accommodate for the bronze’s unusually large size and the pair found themselves in the middle of the clump. A scream escaped E’mion’s lips before he even felt the first cord of burning thread wrap hungrily around his body. Malekith joined in the scream and fled to between.
One… Two… Three… … … … … Four?... … … Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… E’mion lost count as fear gripped his now burning lungs. As the cold of between seeped deeply into his bones, he reached out for his dragon.
I am here E’mion, do not let go. I will not lose you! The bronze answered defiantly even as the darkness finally closed completely around his rider. With unconsciousness overtaking him, E’mion felt the terrors of between for the first time in thirty-seven long turns… … …
Dragon
Name: Malekith
Age: 18 Turns
Color: Bronze
Clutch: Gold Nesmurith x Bronze Trogirath
Appearance:
A hardened, Dominant bronze, Malekith has no problem looking the part as he is very solidly built and was unnaturally large for a bronze – easily the largest in the Southern Weyr. Most riders have little problem telling that there is muscle beneath their dragons hide, but Malekith has a strange trait that leaves even the holders without a doubt that few dragons reckon with him.
A deep, metallic bronze, his hide is often pawned over for its threatening, yet beautiful appearance. Malekith does not have to try to gain the awe he strikes in many non-riders and riders alike. The bronze hide has found its way to be marred, just as his rider’s finely tanned skin has earned its ‘trophies’. Malekith has earned himself a lovely scar of three deep gashes just below his faceted eye and down to his jaw from the same feline hunt that lost him several dragons in his wing. It has, however, only enhanced his appeal as a great bronze.
Due to his recent trip between, the bronze currently looks similar to his rider and it is currently being debated if the dragon will fly again. Angry red burns cover his body from nose tip to tail, leaving his once proud wings in a torn mess. The fact that he was able to land on the Weyr Floor was a blessing in itself. Many wonder if his bronze hide will recover its once coveted shade.
Personality:
Definatly a Dominant male, Malekith will compete with anyone to prove that he is the best. As a dominant male, Malekith finds himself at odds with a lot of other bronzes, the older ones especially who consider him stupid and arrogant, a troublemaker who needs to be taught his place. Most bronzes, however, are hard put to best him a feat that is becoming harder and harder to do as he is finally coming to terms with his rider. The two together have made a team that is nearly unstoppable and one that demands the respect of those who fly beneath them.
Malekith is always at odds with his rider who is also a Dominant male, even if they are of separate species. Proud, the bronze often finds himself ignoring his rider just to prove that he does not have to listen to him. While this has become much rarer after finding common ground with each other, the two still find themselves in an occasional argument. When duty calls, however, they are quick to put it aside for another time and lead the dragons who fly beneath them the way they should be lead.
History:
Malekith felt the shell that held him captive give way. Pausing for a moment to get a better place for his feet to rest, Malekith gave a final shove on his shell and it split neatly in two. Looking around, Malekith studied the candidates before him. Finding none of them to his satisfaction, he found himself rumbling angrily. To think they could not give decent candidates! Deciding to show his unhappiness, Malekith charged at the nearest group of candidates. The closest ones scattered, not wanting to be hit and Malekith smiled happily. That’s when he noticed the dark one.
The dark one didn’t even flinch as he had charged the other candidates. No that wouldn’t do, Malekith decided as he fixed his course to hit the boy square. He’d teach him! The boy crouched low instead of moving out of the way. Fine. Malekith thought. If you want to be hit I’ll hit you good and hard. And he did, knocking the boy down. Malekith, however, was furious to find that he too was brought down. Finding the boy holding tightly to him he struggled furious. How dare he!! After a while, the young bronze found himself bested. Looking into the boys face, Malekith was surprised to find that he had a hardened look of a fighter. Deciding quickly that he would not lose, but cause a stalemate instead he impressed the boy.
What are you doing? Release me now. If I must impress, I will impress you because you did not fear me. Now let go of your Malekith, E’mion before I bite you. E’mion instantly let go of the him. Malekith was surprised to find E’mion in such confusion though. Had he done something wrong? Would they be mad? Don’t be stupid. he said tartly, reprimanding his new rider. I chose you and they can’t do a thing about it. I am a bronze and if they wish to compete with me it will be their funeral. Now get up and feed me.
Endymion shook his head. “Alright Alright. But we have to get one thing straight. I am YOUR rider and you are MY dragon. I’m the one in charge here, not you.” You are seriously mistaken. Feed Me. the bronze emphasized this last statement with a growl. Ok, the new rider thought, I’ll feed the little brat first then we’ll worry about who’s in charge. Very Good. E’mion glared at the bronze as he realized he could no longer have his own silent thoughts and Malekith returned the glare calmly. He’d teach his stubborn rider soon enough, for now though, he wanted nothing more than to ease the pain in his stomach.
Wing Flown With: Previous Wingleader of Vagrent Wing of Southern Weyr
