Qherakketh
DRAGON

Small in stature this lady green is no less elegant a specimen of her species. Olive green hide paints her from slender muzzetip to tailtip and everywhere in between. The slightest variations in hue in irregular large patches like camouflage break up what might otherwise be a dull coating. Small head is wind worn smooth by the rushing winds that have even worn her headknobs down to more conical soft points. Slender arcing neck is studded by worn emerald ridges which fade into slender back before resuming along the extended length of her sensual tail. Narrowed chest is deeply curved from which slender arms sprout that along with suggestively curved hindlegs support her frame when she is grounded from her true element. Wings extend from her body as an essential tool which speak in a language all their own as she streaks through the skies. The supporting bones are long and thin and hardly seem able to handle the membrane stretched between them let alone carry her into the skies. Yet no better wings could a pilot wish for, the long narrow expanses providing great agility and elegant bursts of speed. Her body hue carries into the fragile looking structures but are marked with circuit like patterns in a lighter green hue. Circles, some within other circles are connected by slender branches that break outwards only to end in a pooled dot. They are certainly her most striking feature.


Egg Name and Description

Ruler of the Roost Egg

An energetic crowd of small critters ripples across this smaller egg. Each is distinct and yet blurred enough that exactly what the creatures are is eminently debatable. Fuzzy blobs might be furry or simply wiggling to fast to defined, there is certainly a yappy energy to the mix of white, black, and brown bodies. Some are solid in hue, others clearly patched in a mix of colors with a very few more red-brown hues writhing in. One quirk that although the wriggling energetic masses do their best to blend together dozens of sets of perky triangular ears stick out. It at least orients to what end of the beast on may be looking at if the barest clue as to what type it may yet be remains blurred in mystery. Of all the throng there is towards the apex of the egg a slightly larger of the small bodies that stands out, as if its found the way to the top of this proverbial dog pile and the flash of pink tongue teases he casual observer.


Hatching Messages

Soft, the wriggling mass of bodies upon the ruler of the roost egg shifts. More than just illusion this time its movement is betrayed by the trickle of sandy grains from the edges of the shallow wallow it has been settled upon. The crowds frenetic energy seems to have had some effect and perhaps now whatever their efforts are finally coming to fruition. Time will shortly tell what lies within.

The single larger furry blob upon the rule of the roost egg has disappeared. Perhaps the egg just rolled while no one was looking, or did it somehow dive within the mass of writhing smaller bodies? Movement grips the shells surprisingly hard surface in a few jerking thrusts, as though the one within has given a few thrusting kicks against its confines. Two bright starbursts appear as a consequence, shell yielding to the grown power within.

Several candidates step back from the shaking of the ruler of the roost egg. The vibrations thrum through the surface of the shell, threatening to explode outwards in a not very safe manner. The audience should relax, really the pilot within is quite in control and abruptly there is a large CRACK and the back of the shell falls off like hatch from which a small body falls out and away in the misty obsidian expanse of Igen's sands.


Hatching Descriptions

Colorless

The Phantom Scout Hatchling

Small, slender and sleek this one's escape from its shell has left it coated in the dark black Igen sands. Occasional glimpses reveal bits and pieces of the creature from a rather small head with tiny headknobs, the arc of a neck and flash of slender arms and legs and disappearing somewhere a rather lengthy stretch of tail. Narrow wings tease in the mist with a ghostly gray metallic texture as sandy grains have a harder time sticking to the flexing membranes. The sand sticking to the rest of its frame makes it both hard to make out what hue the youngling is and exactly where it is as well. Limbs are surprisingly coordinated lending to the stealthy stalking as it uses the camouflage coating to blend back in to the cloaked stillness of space it now resides within.

Revealed

Language of the Pilot Green Hatchling

Small in stature this lady green is no less elegant a specimen of her species. Olive green hide paints her from slender muzzetip to tailtip and everywhere in between. The slightest variations in hue in irregular large patches like camouflage break up what might otherwise be a dull coating. Small head is wind worn smooth by the rushing winds that have even worn her headknobs down to more conical soft points. Slender arcing neck is studded by worn emerald ridges which fade into slender back before resuming along the extended length of her sensual tail. Narrowed chest is deeply curved from which slender arms sprout that along with suggestively curved hindlegs support her frame when she is grounded from her true element. Wings extend from her body as an essential tool which speak in a language all their own as she streaks through the skies. The supporting bones are long and thin and hardly seem able to handle the membrane stretched between them let alone carry her into the skies. Yet no better wings could a pilot wish for, the long narrow expanses providing great agility and elegant bursts of speed. Her body hue carries into the fragile looking structures but are marked with circuit like patterns in a lighter green hue. Circles, some within other circles are connected by slender branches that break outwards only to end in a pooled dot. They are certainly her most striking feature.


Impression Message

You might find the sands a currently convenient place for you. A place to step back and disappear into the shadows where you don't have to fear interacting with the universe around. A safe, if cool blanket from which you can just watch and let the world go by «Enough of THAT!» clear disagreement roils through the fog, jolting you from whatever internal monologue this is. «T'syn, T'syn!» the voice is urgent, demanding and feminine. It has taken a lot of pilot across the void and you sese she'll not be kept a moment longer. That one, who is now right in front of you, pulling you out from the shadows both mentally and physically starting a new day together, from now on. There really isn't time to waste as your stomach growls with the feel of her hunger that might just double you over if it were not accompanied by the most devotional love you've ever never dreamed of. «Qherakketh.» in case you were wondering, but that food thing. That's top on the to do list.


Personality

Weyrlinghood:

The dream of flying starts young with this one. If others are described as being impatient for flight, that is NOTHING compared to what will be driving this little lady. A moment after she's finished her first meal, given you a good look over she'll be stretching her wings and asking what these are all about. Dare you let escape that they'll be for flying and she's all ready to take off then and there. The understanding of having to wait when she clearly has the right equipment for the job will be extra frustrating, especially as she watches other dragons soar through the skies.

While she carries a suspicion of authority she isn't apt to just let you stand back and resume your traditional role of quiet spy, ahem, observer. Brash, open and honest she'll be dragging you out of that quiet shell to keep up with her. Sticking to the shadows? Forget it. That old life is behind you, you're part of a team now and she isn't about to let you quit. The strength of her spirit is likely to be inspiring, both for you and others if she is not in youth able to express it the best it is a skill which will be refined over time.

Fierce as well she will not hesitate to come to the defense of you or her clutchmates. IN youth she may rush in headlong where as weyrlinghood progresses you'll help her to mature into thinking more tactically, weighing if even briefly possible outcomes and scenarios to better guides her as she guides others in her actions.

Adult:

Amazing, you survived her weyrlinghood. All those close calls, well don't go thinking you are out of the woods yet! Now you have an amazing partner, one more matured than the overeager headstrong creature that hatched turns prior. That doesn't mean life gets any easier for she will not let you fall back into your safe shadows there is still plenty of work to be done. She's already an ace flier, there is not likely much more to be done in that realm. She is a fierce warrior, ot that ther eis much to fight but you may find your service to the Weyr in this area as guard, detective or similar. Then there is the tactical team that you two are. This now is only freshly honed and there are turns yet to refine your coordination. To look at a situation with your Harper's training and her dragons perspective will broaden your thoughts considerably. Here the growth will most notably occur and it won't be surprising to your peers if you rise through the ranks and become a wingleader one day. She's unabashedly getting her talons dirty in whatever work is needed. Absent that she continues to develop an ability which balances loyalty of those who will look to you as a pair to the unswerving dedication of serving Igen, or whatever home you settle to. In this you may also have a term as a weyrlingmaster in your own right, both ranks would suit you well, in time.

Flights:

Of flights like any green she will have many, and the pilot in her will give the boys a good chase /every/ time. The preamble may be hard to tell. She isn't particularly fond of any given male, though she may gravitate towards one if its your preference, she likes to maintain a professional relationship with her peers. If one makes it to the next level, to being something special it is likely to surprise you. A moment where barriers break and the completely unexpected occurs. Wait, did she just nuzzle that blue on the cheek. Gasp, an external sign of affection?!

During her actual flights the passions will run hot as instincts drive her to be the mother she never can. Her flying skills will be on full display as she pilots an obstacle course across the sky and /dares/ any male to just /try/ to follow that. Narrow wings lend her great speed and agility but not nearly the stamina she may wish. The patterns on her sails will help to call the males, to signal her maneuvers, and as she tires they'll signal to those who've grown to understand her language when it is time to strike. For she makes the call, always.


Mindvoice

Feminine voice is an echo of your own were you the opposite gender, but with a stern no nonsense manner. It carries a rather authoritative tone as she frankly states the situation or argues her case. There is a confidence in her voice which speaks to experience greater than her years. The tone can be broken with a rather tinny sound or a bit of crackle or static, as though the broadcast signal of her mental voice isn't quite up to par compared to the source. This will be most noticeable when she is flying, but really you want to talk right then anyways?!

Mind Touches

Devoted Lover reaches out in whisps of spring green to ever so gently caress the edge of your thoughts. It swirls with hints of lavender blossoming within the green for the briefest of seconds. As indistinct as it is you might be surprised at just how alert the mind behind the teasing mists is. Your probing thoughts are met with quick burst of tinkling silver bells. Like fairy laughter it is distinct without being traceable in this lovers world. Perhaps next time you'll be invited a bit further in, but for now you're left with this introductory tease as the dark sands refocus in your vision, the shell simply warm and still beneath your touch.

Devoted Lover sashays back into your thoughts. Bolder, stronger even dare you think a bit sassy. Furry boas in forest green and royal purple wrap around and into your thoughts as it seems to say Hello. Lively, playful. How will you react as this one nips playfully at the back of your mind, a hint of pain, a hint of pleasure. Mercurial silver flows in a thin tendril, quickly lest its courage fail it in this moment exposing hints of itself deeper into your mind before withdrawing lest a promise be made which cannot be kept.

Devoted Lover returns quickly, silver and purple entwine like lovers. Close, hot they almost seem to pant in your ear. Growling, grumbling its hard to tell is that sweat or slobber that dribbles onto your neck? Aggressively it nuzzles, pushing, testing, teasing boundaries that are there for a reason it does not yet understand. Those barriers hold for it it yet it and you are yet you and the future is an unknown promise of something it can not yet describe nor commit too. However, you'll wait won't you? Is it not worth waiting for? The question lingers with the citric taste of lime to mix with salty sweat before fading unanswered.


Inspiration

The theme of the eggs for the clutch was dogs! Yours was inspired by a Chihuahua. The lovable little creatures can be surprisingly fierce but extremely loyal. This inspired the mind name and touches, although her mental description is geared more towards your desired inspiration.

Your dragon is based on Hera Syndulla. There is a lot to draw from there as well and I had fun having an excuse to watch a few of my Rebels discs. The colorless description is inspired by the Phantom. Her colored description draws heavily upon Hera's physicality herself. The olive green hue is pretty uniform but in some images there was a bit of variation to it in patchy patters. Think /little/ variation, soft and noticeable really only up close. From afar she'll be that uniform hue. Her wings are a clear homage to the lekku, and they will speak their own language as the twi'lek incorporate them into theirs. Of course this will be the more dragonic language of flight but you can't help that feel when she crosses her wings over you that it is a word of pure love. Personality of course also very much mirrors Hera but if anything is off just play as you like.

Her name was really the hardest! I like that you love the play of odd letter combinations, btu it can certainly be difficult to find just the right one. There is a lot of inspirations to draw from and ultimately after much experimentation it was a combination of using Q, Hera and the double K from Lekku, which resulted in the name Qherakketh. Pronounced: care-ah-keth although I found myself also thinking Kera-Keth as well works perfectly fine too.

Welcome to Igen! Your dragon was lovingly created by Iwa. She is yours now and anything that might be amiss or you choose to do differently is FINE. She is yours. Enjoy!!!


Credits

Name Qherakketh
Dam Gold Toruth
Sire Bronze Haijiventh
Created By Iwa
Impressee T'syn
Hatched November 6, 2021
Igen Weyr
PernWorld MUSH

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