Post by mriswith on Mar 20, 2011 20:56:57 GMT -5
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Name: Aiedail (Morning Star)
Age: 0 (Born 789, Spring)
Race: Dragon - Rosso corsa (Red)
Occupation: TBD
Allegiance: Ishiyo Sasaki, Riders
Physical Description:
Aiedail, recently cracked from the egg, is currently a rather small and lithe, red dragonling. She's roughly the size of a large, domesticated feline, though lacking the ticklish fur. Newborn Aiedail does not have any plated scales like she would when fully grown, but has a long, mostly smooth hide that still possesses a great deal of durability. The most defining attribute of the young red is that of her head, separating her from other hatchlings in appearance other than color alone. An angular, long snout drawn back toward her body, with three small bony protrusions on either side pointed straight back that one day will grow longer; the upper most will be the longest. Another set of miniature horns stick out above and behind her red eyes, though even grown won't get much longer than they are now. Faint ridges are carved into bands along her neck and tail, foreshadowing the banded ridges that would serve as armor for both vulnerable pieces of anatomy.
Even young her wings still stretch down her sleek figure, tucked in about her body when scurrying about the ground as a dragonling. Fanned out to either side they all ready reach nearly two feet; by the time she's fully grown they'll be able to wrap three or four times about her circumference. The long tail trailing in her wake comes to a single point, though faint branches or protrusions rise from the top and to the sides. Her ventral side is far smooth, in comparison, to that of the dorsal; though grown--given a good regimen--she won't have any trouble showing off her muscles before senseless weaker males trying to make unwanted passes. Ever so tiny spikes appear on at the 'thumb' and 'third digits' of both wings; though faint ridges seem to suggest when she grows older the armor-like plating will favor the 'thumb' or top of her wings.
Grown she'll have stronger legs than arms, the latter being thinner though still muscular. She might not wrestle down dragons that do nothing more than look forward to a good fight, but against most male dragons and her share of female ones she'll hold her own. The razor sharp claws on her hands and feet'll do a great deal of talking when she isn't firing a column of Inferno's rage into an opponent's chest.
Personality:
While some might be inclined to label Aiedail's physique more masculine, especially later in life where her sleek appearance will take on a more battle-ready, plated sheen, you can always find her keeping her horns and the narrow places between scales clean of debris and dust. Toward that end, she's often fond of large pools of water to bathe in or stare at her reflection and make sure she was presentable. As a young dragon anything shiny and smooth, like a mirror, often serves in water's place; only when she grows up will finding a mirror large enough pose a problem.
Aiedail is in most cases quite friendly and even playful. If she feels like she's loosing too much ground in comparison to those around her, socially or in training, her disposition might shift down into aggressive action in order to restore her position. Showing her up might be playful for a time, but too much and she feels there's no choice but to squash the competition and restore balance. Though if she is the one with the advantage Aiedail might not be inclined to give up her elevated position. Among friends she's more apt to be aware of how they feel about such inequalities and try to meet their preferences--as long as it doesn't place her at the disadvantage instead. After all, no one likes a female dragon that's too aggressive (Aiedail included).
In a number of things she seems to exemplify qualities her Rider, Ishiyo Sasaki, tends to downplay. One of the more unexpected traits is Aiedail's interest in books. If there's nothing to do and no one to mess around with you can find the young Red out scurrying about, finding a perch to sunbathe, or tucked away in one of Ilirea's many libraries. If the librarians aren't fond of a dragon--especially a newly hatched one that might learn to snort fire at any second--entering their establishment, Aieail is just as apt to find another way instead as she is to frequent a more dragonling-friendly one.
Though color has little bearing on a dragon's general demeanor, Aiedail does possess a number of characteristics you might expect a dragon of such 'flashy'--luxurious and beautiful, Aiedail would say--color to hold. An indomitable will is the strongest of these; nothing can keep the dragonling down. A stronger dragon might get her to rethink a skirmish, but if she has cause to take on a tougher opponent she'll find a way to do it. If a less friendly dragon tries to bully her around, thinking it can push her around, they'll find entertainment and pain in making her their target. No one tells her what to do or how she should feel.
Another trait, following up on her tendency to slip into libraries uninvited, is Aiedail's penchant to barge in to any place dragons aren't welcome. The world--especially the interior of the Citadel and city inhabitants while she's small enough--is simply too curious for her not to explore. One of the few exceptions is that of other dragons' lairs. It's a dragon thing. Even one as young as her just knows on an instinctual level that entering another dragon's area was just wrong. Oddly that same 'understanding' doesn't translate to Human dwellings.
As for all the Elves and Humans roaming about, the red-eyed dragon doesn't have any trouble with them if they have no trouble with her. Be awkward if she thought about eating them. Ishiyo's an Elf, after all; why would she eat people like her Rider? Besides, Ishiyo wouldn't like that. Now animals... no one cared about eating those. People did that all the time. Except the really small ones. Aiedail did like chasing the small ones though while she's still so young. They flee so easily and make for a merry chase practically anywhere--which could easily lead to trouble given Aiedail's lack of concern about "private" or "authorized personnel only" designations.
On that note, during any chases observers can easily observe the sleek, female dragon scurrying along the hallways or over the most uneven terrain with relative ease. Her claws seem able to find perch in the smallest of ledges while the strengthening leg muscles make propelling her body up and forward simple. One of Aiedail's favorite games with other dragons often involve putting her speed to the test. Being able to fly is something she can barely wait to experience; a new dimension to prove just how fast and agile she was to everyone.
History:
Aiedail's Journal, Day Zero... What is the date? Oh. My Mother was a beautiful Ruby-red dragon. I got my pretty looks from her. My Father was pretty handsome too, but he was a blue--obviously didn't get my color from him. Might be where I got my horns though. A Man's Dragon Man he was; strong, imposing, and brave. That's why Mother liked him. Of course, he wasn't that fierce some when she was around.
Back in the next, I remember them telling us about chasing off some Human bands or companies or whatever they're called. Not like Mother didn't warn them with a roar that echoed up and down the rough, mountain peaks for five solid minutes. Maybe they didn't understand what she was saying, but her tone should have told them to stay out. Well, they didn't--obviously. So she roasted all their stuff and nipped a few of them off the ground; she cast their rent bodies back down in case anyone had any thoughts about staying to fight. Father was with her, but she always led the charge when more foolish creatures showed up.
They didn't really care about the war. Still, both of them did favor the Elves. Humans always seemed to expand, expand, expand, and my parents didn't like that at all. At least the Elves knew to leave the dragons alone when they wanted to be left alone. Not like they were hording land. Besides, Elves were much less likely to get upset when a dragon plucked a beast off the field. Humans seemed to get all upset when Mother and Father did that. Don't think we ever learned why.
Fewer and fewer war bands showed up after a few decades--at least they called it decades, I wasn't born before the war. When they stopped all together everyone in the area was happy. Then some Elf stopped by, but he said they were with 'The Riders.' Mother relayed all this to me and it sounded really important; though I was still in my egg so I didn't have anything better to do than listen. Then she said something strange that raised me to stir a bit. I was being handed over to these 'Riders.' Something about fated birth and serving good or something. The Elf wasn't making much sense, but Mother seemed reluctantly in agreement. Maybe I'd help make sure no one barged in on our home?
So there I sat for several years. Didn't know it at the time. Sometimes there'd be someone outside talking, but without my parents around staying asleep seemed the best option.
Finally a slight shift caused my eyelids to drift open. It was pretty dark in my egg, but I suddenly felt like waking up. Seemed like something was moving me. That happened often enough; slept through most of them or barely cracked an eye when it did. This one was different, I felt wide awake and that actually upset me; if you're going to wake a girl up you should do something with her, like talk or sing or... I don't know, whatever you do with a dragon in an egg.
Then a sharp pain hit me inside my head. Things started feeling all weird; like I was rocking back and forth, but not in a soothing manner. The bump was stronger than any other I felt and with all the commotion I really felt like giving whoever it was out there a piece of my mind about treating me that way. So I started breaking open my shell. Had to hurry so those inconsiderate slobs wouldn't get away.
When the shell broke open it was really bright. Well, actually it wasn't compared to the sun, but I'd never seen even torch light before. Then there was an Elf laying on the ground next to me. I knew it was an Elf because of what my Mother and Father told me. She had pointed ears. I was really confused why she was laying on the ground next to me though, and someone else was staring nearby, but not close enough to have been shaking my egg.
Giving my legs a good stretch I crawled over to the Elf and squinted at it. The headache was really throbbing and I could feel... something about the female Elven creature. Something other than the desire to throttle whoever shook me about. Gently I nudged her with my long snout and gave her hair a sniff.
The rest we're still working on. It was a lot easier being back in the egg, though. These Riders have so many rules. Not that I pay much attention to them. Ishiyo has rules too, but we get along great even if she chastises me for going somewhere I'm not "suppose" to or in getting in trouble with other dragons--they had it coming.
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