| Name: Aldebaran Age: 16 turns Gender: Female Bonded to: Mirakoth Race: Pernese Appearance: A short, lithe girl, with skin tanned to a golden brown. Her wide, emotional eyes are soemwhere between dark and light brown, but not quite a medium brown. Thin, arched eyebrows, a nearly too small nose sprinkled with freckles, and high chekbones frame her eyes. Her chin is pointed and sticks out at a determined, stubborn angle. Her ears are abnormally pointed. Her hair is a light brown with faint tints of blone and red, creating a strange effect in the sunlight. Her mostly straight hair reaches down to the middle of her back, and is kept in a rather messy, hastily braided... well, braid. Her lips are thin but strangely bright red, and are normally curved into a thoughtfull smile, or a taunting grin. Her hands are small, with long, thin fingers tipped with short nails. Her normal attire consists of a dark green cloak that only goes down to her waist, to keep it out of the way when climbing trees, but still offer protection to her arms, a leafy green tunic over a light brown soft wher-hide shirt, dark brown wher-hide breeches with a few too many pockets, a flexible brown belt with it's silver coloured clasp, and a pair of sturdy boots to pull it all together. She owns a singles weapon; a dagger. It is beautifully crafted, and perhaps the most useful and costly thing that she owns. It's hilt is made of silver, and shaped like a tree with a single vine curving upwards toward the top of the tree. The actual blade is made of stainless steel, and wickedly sharp. It is normall kept in a sturdy wooden sheath with a tree carved on the hard surface. For the most part, it is only used for carving wood into small sculptures from it's owner's imagination, but once, and only once, it has tasted the blood of a human. Perhaps the most strange thing about this person is that she is a mute, and was never gifted wtih the gift of speech that so many others take for granted. Personality: She is a born leader, and very confident in herself and her friends. She is introverted, getting her energy from spending time alone in one of the numerous trees in the forest of her 'hold'. She is a dreamer, and inventor, and rather adaptive to her surroundings. She is one for an adventure, how ever dangerous it might be, as long as the cause is good enough. She is intelligent, not in the way most people are, but in herbs and wilderness. She is wise for her years, and knows what is best left alone, and what must be done at all costs. She is stubborn, and does not like to take orders, being the free spirit that she is. She is ambitious, and will not stop until her goal is reached, however simple or 'out of reach' it is. She is also on the optimmistic side. Pet(s): Greenclaw, the green-gold female Leap Flitt |
| The Beginning It was dark outside, the thick, black clouds covering any star that might've ventured out into the stormy night. Rain splattered against the hold, offering a rythimic beat against the closed shutter and doors of the hold, accompaniened by a flash of lightening and a bellow of thunder every now and again. A bit of light can be seen through a momentary part in the clouds, showing a full moon. Deep inside the hold, where only the loudest of the rolls of thunder can be heard, a newborn infant lies in her mother's arms. "M'lady...." a midwife says worriedly, not sre if she should venture to say something or not. "M'lday holder, you're loosing too much blood... we can't stop it... We're afraid that you'll..." she chokes on the next words, "...die..." she says apologetically to the Lady Holder. The Lady Holder sighes, and looks down at her child. "I'm afraid I shall have to leave you, my child...." she says to her child sadly, fear plainly seen in her eyes, but not heard in her voice. She smiles faintly at her daughter, knowing that the more suspicious of the hold's residents would claimt hat the child was bad luck, blaiming this storm and the lady holder's death. "Good Luck, my Aldebaran. I'm afraid that you'll need it." she said with one last smile at her daughter before falling into a deep, enternal sleep. The midwife wiped away a runaway tear as she saw the life leave her lady's body. "Rest well, m'lady." she whispered, and plucked the infant from the lady's lifeless arms. "I'm afriad for you, little one." she whispered to the infant. "Most people here will demand you're death." she whispered, eyes swelling up with tears. And suddenly, an idea grasped her mind, a faint glimmer of hope for the young child in her arms. |
| A Hopeful Plan The midwife fled the hold, using the less used passages, and fleeing into the unrelenting storm outside, Aldebaran bundled up tight in blankets, and held tight in the woman's arms. Throughout this whole ordeal, the infant had been strangely quite. The midwife began to worry as she ran through the pummeling rain, towards the forest nearby. The woman ran down a well-hidden path through the forest, the thick foilage of the woods giving some relief from the storm. After what seemed like hours to the frightened woman, she reached a small hold, almost nothing more than a collection of five huts, one bigger than the rest. The woman walked up to the door, and knocked on it, the sound of knuckles on wood nearly drowned out by another roll of thunder. The door creaked open, revealing a tall, well-built man, with dark, friendly eyes, and streaks of gray running through his dark brown beard and hair. "Yeri? What are you doing here?" he asked recognizing the frightened woman. "Come in, quickly." he said, ushering the midwife inside. "Geranyl, I have a favour to ask of you...." Yeri says slowly, looking at the holder. "This child needs a home... her mother died, and there is no one to take care of her." she said, pulling away the layers of blankets to reveal the small face of the newborn. A tall, willowy woman walked over from her spot near the fireplace, and stood next to Geranyl. "Of course we'd be glad to take care of her." she said after Geranyl hessitated. "What is her name?" she asks, taking the child from Yeri's arms. Yeri sighed with relief. "Her name is Aldebaran. You'll take good care of her, won't you, Lianara?" she asks. The other woman looked shocked. "Of course we will!" she replied. Yeri smiled gratefully. "I must go back to the hold now... they'll be wondering what had happened to m'lady." she said, and with a departing nod, headed back out into the storm. Aldebaran was safe. For now, anyways. |
| 13 turns later.... A girl ran through the forest, glee on her tanned face. Her hair flows behind her in one, long, messy braid. Her wide brown eyes searc for the next path to use through the thick underbrush. So this is what has become of the 'unlucky' infant from so many turns ago. She slows down to a walk as she spots a bright light ahead. Was this the edge of the forest that her 'parents' had warned her about? She walks towards the bright light cautiously, her curiousity getting the better of her. Pulling up the hood of her cloak to guard her sensitive eyes from the glare of the sun, she take an expiramentary step out of the forest and onto the farmlands just outside of the forest. -That wasn't so bad....- she thought to herself, and began walking through the tall crops, curiousity in her mind. Her own home grew these same plants, but who would grow such an abundance of them, she wondered. She walked cautiously through the plants, not knowing quit what to expect in this terrain, which was so different from her own forest. Suddenly, she steps out of the crops, only to see a long field, and stream running through it, with women washing clothes, or people in dirty clothes which colour's and shape were hardly recognizable any more getting pails of water. But the thing behind these people caught her eyes the most. A huge wall of rock rose from the ground, stretching two dragonlengths high, and nearly five long before the ends dissappear back into the ground. Hundreds of windows lined the rock face, and a pair of gigantic doors unlike any others were on the bottom level, open, with people walking in and out of them constantly. On either side of the cliff, high, strong walls curled around the land, with a small tower ever five dragonlengths. Her mouth dropped open in shock. If she were able to speak a single word, right now it wold have been 'wow'. And a very shocked, awed one at that. She walked closer to it, ignoring the strange looks some of the people near the stream gave her. She walked over a bridge crossing the large stream. As she neared the opening to the hold, she felt to large hands on her shoulders. Once again, if she could've used her voice, she would've gasped. |
| Captured Aldebaran turned to stare up into the dark eyes of a tall, extremely muscled man in stiff red leather armour. He was armed with a long, heavy sword, currently in a sheath on his wide wher-hide belt. "What brings you here, young spy?" he sneers, his voice like a large, rough rock being rolled on gravel. Aldebaran looks up at him, utterly confused. The man glared down at her. "You would think that a spy would know better than to wear the colours of their own hold while spying on their enemy. Even those of Drayl Hold should know better." he said with another sneer spitting out the words Drayl hold like it was something very nasty, indeed. "Well, speak up. I'm waiting for your answer, Draylin." he added, spouting out the word Draylin like it was the name of a disgusting pile of who knows what. Aldebaran looked completely puzzled. "I know you understand, me, Draylin, don't try to act confused around me." he sneered. Aldebaran blinks, not only completely lost, but beginning to become frightened as the man tightened his grip on her shoulders. People from the stream, all dressed in varying shades of red, crowded around them, gossiping and whispering amoungst themselves, all wondering what was going to happen to the assumed 'draylin'. "So you refuse to speak up for yourself, then?" he said angrily. "Then we'll just have to get it out of you by force." he said menacingly. And then, turning to look at the crowd gathered around them, he hissed, "Go back to your own business. This is none of your business." The crowd dispersed with many mutterings of 'dimglows' or 'yes it is', all in annoyed tones as they returned to what they were doing earlier. Aldebaran shook, scared. Why did this person expect her to speak? Didn't he know by now that she couldn't? She closed her eyes, and took in a shakey breathe. -I'll be alright....- she thought to herself, and sudenly, her hand brushed up against the hilt of her dagger that was conveniantly hanging at her waist. An inner smile lit up with hope entered her mind, but she didn't dare smile on the outside, fearing to give away her little slice of hope. |
| Salvation Aldebaran grasped the hilt of her blade, and waits patiently for the moment to strike, walking in front of her captor as they walk towards a large, stark, stone building. She gulps her nervousness down constantly as she thinks about trying to take down a man twice her size, with twice her strength and experiance. Her only chance was by using her life-long talent of being cunning and agile. As they came upon the building, the man stopped in front of the door to unlock the heavy metal lock, unwisely turning his back to the prisoner, but still keeping a firm grip of her right hand, assuming that his prisoner was right-handed (which she is thankfully not). She slowly pulled her blade from it's carved wooden hilt, and, handshaking with the feeling that this was wrong, how-ever badly she needed to do this act as she drove the sharp blade into the gap between arm-guard and torso-plate, in other words, into the un-protected shoulder. The sharp metal drove deep, and an agonzed gasp issued from her former-captor's throat. She bit her lower lip, and pulled the dagger free of the ruined shoulder. The grip on her hand loosened from pain, and she took the moment to wrench her hand free, and run back to her forest as fast as her legs could carry her, the andrenaline rush helping her run faster than she ever had before, and her thoughts making her totally unaware of the looming bulk of a dragon that had appeared high above. Aldebaran runs towards her beloved like her life depended on it, because it did. The bulk of a dragon loomed ever closer, but still went unnoticed by the fleeing girl. Slowly, a giant shadow covered the running figure. At first, Aldebaran was glad at the relief from the bright sun, and then, seeing the shadow's form, she gulped, and stopped. Suddenly she heard a loud 'thump' behind her. She took in a ragged breathe, and turned around to stare into the fauceted eyes of a full grown dragon. |
| Unexpected Arrival ~~Hello, little one.~~ a warm, amused voice said in her head. Aldebaran blinks, slightly confused. -Who.. who are you?- she thinks. The dragon grins that famous draconic grin. ~~I am a search dragon. That is all that you need to know for now.~~ he said with a grin. Aldebaran's mouth dropped open again. -A.. a search dragon?- she says, nearly not believing these last happenings. The dragon chuckled, but said nothing. His rider dismounted, and walked over to Aldebaran. "So you are the one my brown lump here says is worthy of being a candidate." he said warmly, and looks at the small girl. "He might just be right. What is your name?" he asks. -Oh great... Now I'll probably lose me the greatest adventure of my life because I can't talk- she thinks, more than slightly annoyed at her disability. The searchrider frowns, wondering why the girl didn't speak. ~Wasn't I friendly enough, mine? I didn't scare her, did I?~ he asks his dragon, thinking of how talkitive most of the other candidates that he searched were. Once again, the dragon chuckled. ~~No mine. It is not you. She just can't speak vocally.~~ he said. The rider turned to look up at his bond. ~The way you say it, you make it sound like she's a HAD.~ the rider said, raising an eyebrow. ~~That she is.~~ replied the blue, shocking his rider. "Um, sorry... I didn't know that you couldn't reply. Just talk to me through my dragon here, then." he said. "You are officially searched now, just so you know." he said with a grin to the girl. Aldebaran's eyes widen in shock, and happiness. -You mean, stand at an actual HATCHING?- she thinks to the dragon. The dragon grins, and transfers the message to his rider, who laughes. "Of course you will! That's what candidates do!" he said, his eyes twinkling. "Now C'mon, we have to get you to the weyr." he said. He was still chuckling as he helped the girl up onto his blue's back. |
| Flight and Between Aldebaran smiles as the wind caused by the searchdragon's wings blows back her hair out of her face. She looks down at the ground below as they slowly fly farther and farther away from it. And suddenly she remembers her 'mother and father' back at her home. -Wait! I need to say goodbye to my mum and da! If I don't they'll worry about me to no end!- she exclaims to the dragon, tears gatering in her eyes. ~Do not worry, young candidate. We will send a flitt with a message about you being searched in the morning.~ the dragon replies warmly. Suddenly, there is a loud *pop* as they go into between. Aldebaran shivers as the cold bites into her skin through her clothes. She blinks again, wondering if she had gone blind as well as mute as she tries to look through the darkness. And suddenly, with another loud *pop*, they leave the misserable cold, dark between, causing Aldebaran to grin, relieved, as they come out above Ryslen Weyr. |
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| At Ryslen... The days that following Aldebaran's arrival seemed to fly by, blending together, becoming one, big, happy blur in her memory. So many new things were happening outside of her forest, so many new people to see and meet, so many things to discover, and there was an abundance of these at Ryslen. Aldebaran never really could get over the fact that there were so many dragons in one place, or that there were so many types of dragons. That also applied to the population of humans beings and not-even-nearly-human beings in the weyr. But none of this even compared to the hatchings that Aldebaran was to see. Everytime that a dragonet hatched, her heart lept to her throat, hope filling her mind. But, as the dragonets one by one impressed, everytime someone other than her, her heart would sink back down, sometimes further than it should, and her mind would clear itself once more as she helped the other candidates clean up the sands for another clutch to be laid. This process repeated itself countless times as countless dragons hatched and went to people other than herself. Even her unfailable optimmism was beginning to loosen up as time wore on, and she was beginning to worry that maybe the searchrider was wrong for bringing her to Ryslen. But soon her worry would be ended, much to her happiness, as Univoquevurseth's clutch of 8 began rocking on the sands. Aldebaran had run hurriedly onto the sands with the other candidates, wondering at first why she even bothered coming. Of course, that thought was quickly shoved away as the first dragon hatched, a strong brown- sized, silver-winged, pink-orange-yellow. She grinned as he and his rider-to-be helped a smaller egg hatch, revealing the delicate silver-winged rainbow within, who quickly chose the strangely silent trio-winged black dragon she had heard was called Shadow. Next came another silver-winged dragon, this one purple-pink-orange. Aldebaran's mouth fell open as the tumbling dragonet landed not on the red sands, but rather in mid-air. Her mouth quickly resumed the shape of a smile as it impressed, and returned her attention to the remaining 5 eggs. Next a Blue-Purple-Pink hatched, but made no move to impress as he sat on the sands, waiting. Soon a green-blue-purple dragoness hatched and moved towards the strange centar-pegusus named Siyae, this impression followed by a short break in the hatching. Aldebaran shifted uncomfortably on the sands, eager for the next egg to hatch, and to see what color and personality belonged to the next hatchlings. Moment later another egg hatched, a orange-yellow-green, who calmly strode over to the towel-turbaned candidate Riariysu. As another egg broke open, a second full-rainbow was revealed, and Aldebaran grinned in partial-amusement as one of the candidates nearly fell over after she impressed the rainbow beauty. Soon afterwards the six figures of the vampiric candidates crowded the hatching sands entrance, and the Blue-Purple-Pink lept towards one of them, impression occuring. Aldebaran's heart began to fall once more as she turned to look at the last egg on the sands. The egg split beneath her gaze, and a Yellow-Green-Blue poured out onto the sands, and then sat up rather cutely. Against her will, Aldebaran's heart lept back up to her throat as the little dragoness turned her head to look directly, to Aldebaran's great surprise, at her! She grinned hopefully, as her eyes locked with the dragonet's. She almost lept for joy as she heard the hatchling's voice in her mind. You've waited, long enough, Aldebaran. Aldebaran's grin widened and she ran over to the dragonet, and began hugging her happily, half of her not believing that her Mirakoth had chosen her, of all people; but the other half smugly knowing that the wonderful dragon would've chosen no one else... |
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| Name: Mirakoth Nick-name: Mira Age: Young Adult, 3 turns Gender: Female Bonded to: Aldebaran Body Color: Yellow-Green-Blue Wing webbing/Tail spade Color: Silver Personality: Mirakoth is sweet and bubbly, always there to offer advice or a kind word to anyone that needs one, whether they be friend or enemy. She is rather wise for her age, and not quite as air-headed and naive as she may seem at times. She talks alot, making up for her bond's ever-lasting silence. She can be a bit of a flirt at times. She's very playful and loves having fun, although she does take any responsibility that she might have very seriously (although she'll try her best to make any work some kind of game.) To her, life is a game, and she intends to play it, and have as much fun as possible. Mother: Uniquiversoth Father: Clutchmates: Children: none, as of yet |
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| First Flight Aldebaran stood as still as she could next to her lifebond, her thoughts torn between her Mirakoth and the Weyrling Master's lecture. So far the thoughts of her dragon were overwhelming those of the the current lesson. The young dragonet was growing up into quite the dragoness, and had reached nearly her full size already. Aldebaran couldn't help but be extremely surprised at how fast the yellow-green-blue dragoness had grown since they had first met at the dragonet's hatching. The blue part of the dragoness's hide grew, spreading onto the dragon's hind feet, while the yellow retreated slightly from the front paws and confining itself to the dragon's neck, shoulders, and head. The green stayed as bright and leafy as ever, and the silver shone brightly in any light it could get at. The dragoness herself sat as straight as she could as well, most of her attention on the weyrling master, for today was the day when she was finally going to learn to fly. But, no matter how hard she tried to stay put, she couldn't help but fidgit. It was all just so exciting! When the weyrling master's lecture finally ended, and it was time to fly, the dragoness only kept her composure because there were males around. So, instead, she forced herself to sit up straight, head held high, acting cool, calm, and in control while inside she was zooming around, jumping, trumpeting happily, and dancing in energetic circles. Mirakoth and Aldebaran watched jealously while some of their fellow dragonets and Weyrlings flew first, but were happy for them as well. When their turn came, though, the happiness that showed quintupled easily. After checking Mirakoth's harness and straps, Aldebaran climbed up gently and nimbly onto her bond's back, onto the riding saddle, strapped herself in, and waited with a baited breath for the Weyrling master's command to go. As the command came, Mirakoth eagerly pushed down at the air with her silver-webbed wings, and began lifting slowly, but surely, into the air, at first hovering only a few feet above the ground, and then slowly rising higher and higher into the air. This is wonderful, Mira! We're actually flying! Flying! Aldebaran exclaimed to Mirakoth through their mind link. Of course we are. Mirakoth replied with a smug croon, and with yet another sweep of her great silver wings, they rose yet further into the sky. |
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