Sultan of the Flame-Kissed Sands Bronze Sindrieth

Dragon Description

Veins of deep burgundy course through opalescent daggers of harlequin quartz, forming the blood spattered claws of this lean dragon. Each deadly instrument originates from a slender limb coated in flakes of tarnished rust. As they race upwards, the scale-like discs blend together, creating an ebony pool that flows over well defined muscles, hiding them beneath a blanket of darkness. The shadowy umbra begins to soar as it reaches the dragon's chest, rippling skywards before wrapping itself around tapered muzzle and sharp jawline. Streams of molten copper seep through the night canvas, fashioning a mask of burning magma from which two intense orbs stare out. The vibrant swirls of color housed in each large eye contrast starkly with the gray volcanic ash that scatters across each jagged spinal ridge. Platinum cinders flood paper-thin wings in a single gleaming sheet whose edges curl in upon themselves, crackling and burning with obsidian flame. From beneath near-translucent wingsails comes the hushed glow of embers, which encircles each structure in a dull halo of bronze light. The true spectacle however, is what lies below this inky guise. What was thought to be a cloudy aura shining through, reveals genuine brilliance when wings flare. Wispy jets of sepia and honey weave together, writhing hypnotically to form ever-shifting patterns that tease and beckon. Lustrous bands of amber braid through the multi-shaded anarchy, like thick ribbons of precious stone hidden amongst dilapidated ruins. The luminous phosphorescence entrances and mesmerizes while carving its mark on the dragon's sinewy body, but takes its splendor no farther than his wings. For if that sweeping blaze were to spread, covering long frame and lava dipped tail, all secrets would be given away, and it is only when time is taken to explore heavily obscured depths that genuine worth is discovered.


Egg Name and Description

Spirits of the Scorched Earth Egg

Soft blue flows across the apex of this large ovoid, interrupted only by faint swatches of pure white. The color gradually fades and blends into the sweet light of pale yellow and then onto the vibrant orange of a desert sunset. Brilliant colors frame distant mountains, but the true awe lies in the shimmering images that stampede run about the circumference of this egg. Sepia toned granules coat the entire bottom half of this egg, billowing upwards in clouds that obscure vague black forms within. The hoard seems to move forward as a group, each hazy leg sending up a gust of sand that hugs its animal form. One creature stands tall among these, its elegantly curved neck slipping downwards before rising in a soft hump. These animals threaten to rush out toward you, long-coated bodies and sharpened horns swarming together…but they are held back. A dark canine figure lopes beside them, sharp black triangles emerging from its head and perked at the shifting mass. Yet the protecter is just that and little more. The army's commander is another. Each particle in the brownish-yellow haze that conceals the others from clear view parts for this figure. Strong hooves stamp their imprint upon the ground as a single majestic steed strides forward. The high arch of its neck, forward lean of its body, and wind-blown mane declare its pride. The stallion's only rival is the one that sits atop it. Strong shoulders are pulled backwards, and streaks of sapphire swirl around it in cloak-like fashion. Upon the head of this human-like image is yet another cloth-like streak, held on by a thin band of pure silver. It is this one, with staff tucked behind and knife held against chest, that drives the throng in a never-ending march.


Hatching Message

WOBBLE MESSAGE: Spirits of the Scorched Earth Egg begins to contract and expand, an ominous thumping flowing forth from its shell as if the object itself had been transformed into a living heart.
CRACK MESSAGE: Spirits of the Scorched Earth Egg begins to rock, small fissures appearing on its surface. Scarlet ichor begins to run from the cracks, filling the air with the smell of iron-infused blood.
HATCH MESSAGE: Spirits of the Scorched Earth Egg begins to beat faster and faster, shuddering as pieces of shell begin to give away. The small pieces fall to the ground, almost as if the egg were disintegrating. What remains in its wake is the lengthy form of a newly hatched dragon coated in a dark sheen of thick ichor which drips down, staining the ground beneath maroon.


Hatchling Name and Description

Sultan of the Flame-Kissed Sands Bronze Hatchling

Veins of deep burgundy course through opalescent daggers of harlequin quartz, forming the blood spattered claws of this lean dragon. Each deadly instrument originates from a slender limb coated in flakes of tarnished rust. As they race upwards, the scale-like discs blend together, creating an ebony pool that flows over well defined muscles, hiding them beneath a blanket of darkness. The shadowy umbra begins to soar as it reaches the dragon's chest, rippling skywards before wrapping itself around tapered muzzle and sharp jawline. Streams of molten copper seep through the night canvas, fashioning a mask of burning magma from which two intense orbs stare out. The vibrant swirls of color housed in each large eye contrast starkly with the gray volcanic ash that scatters across each jagged spinal ridge. Platinum cinders flood paper-thin wings in a single gleaming sheet whose edges curl in upon themselves, crackling and burning with obsidian flame. From beneath near-translucent wingsails comes the hushed glow of embers, which encircles each structure in a dull halo of bronze light. The true spectacle however, is what lies below this inky guise. What was thought to be a cloudy aura shining through, reveals genuine brilliance when wings flare. Wispy jets of sepia and honey weave together, writhing hypnotically to form ever-shifting patterns that tease and beckon. Lustrous bands of amber braid through the multi-shaded anarchy, like thick ribbons of precious stone hidden amongst dilapidated ruins. The luminous phosphorescence entrances and mesmerizes while carving its mark on the dragon's sinewy body, but takes its splendor no farther than his wings. For if that sweeping blaze were to spread, covering long frame and lava dipped tail, all secrets would be given away, and it is only when time is taken to explore heavily obscured depths that genuine worth is discovered.

Colorless Hatchling Name and Description

Blood-stained Hands of Mercy Hatchling

Veins course through opalescent daggers, forming the claws of this lean dragon. Each deadly instrument originates from a slender limb coated in flakes As they race upwards, the scale-like discs blend together, creating a that flows over well defined muscles, hiding them beneath a blanket of darkness. The shadowy umbra begins to soar as it reaches the dragon's chest, rippling skywards before wrapping itself around tapered muzzle and sharp jawline. Streams through the night canvas, fashioning a mask from which two intense orbs stare out. The vibrant swirls of color housed in each large eye contrast starkly each jagged spinal ridge. Cinders flood paper-thin wings in a single gleaming sheet whose edges curl in upon themselves, crackling and burning with . From beneath near-translucent wingsails comes a hushed glow , which encircles each structure in a dull halo of light. The true spectacle however, is what lies below this inky guise. What was thought to be a cloudy aura shining through, reveals genuine brilliance when wings flare. Wispy jets weave together, writhing hypnotically to form ever-shifting patterns that tease and beckon. Lustrous bands braid through the , like thick ribbons of precious stone hidden amongst dilapidated ruins. The luminous phosphorescence entrances and mesmerizes while carving its mark on the dragon's sinewy body, but takes its splendor no farther than the wings. For if that were to spread, covering long frame and tail, all secrets would be given away, and it is only when time is taken to explore heavily obscured depths that genuine worth is discovered.


Impression Message

The heat of the hatching grounds and the faded lighting of the cavern suddenly fade into darkness, and soon you find yourself standing in the vast space of a throneroom, elegantly designed tiles beneath your feet. The soft click of claws against the floor registers in your mind, and in a moment your eyes lock with two massive orbs that swirl with brilliant colors. « Shall we go with R'en? You may change it if you wish, though I do require anything you choose err away from feminine. » A deep chuckle reverberates through your consciousness, and a chilled forehead presses against yours, sanguine fluids marking your face. « I am your Sindrieth, and we have a long journey stretching out before us. What is important is that we reach the end, not how quickly we do so. » The palace walls begin to crumble away, the sounds and movements of reality slowly seeping back in. « But an adventure can never begin on an empty stomach….have you gutted an animal before? »


Mindvoice Name and Description

Rule of Untamed Beasts

Soft waves of sand roll and surge, lapping against the stone walls of a lone city that rises up within the hazy air of this barren desert. As one looks closer they find that the city does not lie in a single plane, but instead rises up in tiers. The first level, the thin surface of his mind, is strewn with bright colors, flowing with the deep honeyed scents of mead and pounding with the rhythmic beats of exotic drums. The second delves deeper, colors darkening until they twist and turn as shadows. The iron-scent of blood fills the air, strong and unforgiving as anger rushes forward and swallows those who displease in thick scarlet surf. But as you crawls through the festivities and wade through the slums, you finally arrive at the highest point, the well-hidden palace of gold that is his true self. Sweet rivers of ambrosia ebb and flow, their golden sheen wrapping about, infusing all it touches with sweet warmth. This is not a stage with access given to just anyone, but one instead reserved for those who he truly loves, the ones that he may not be able to live without.

Rule of Untamed Beasts strides forward from writhing shadows of darkness, bringing with it a deep river of sand that flows beneath you, spreading outwards to form towering dunes of pure yellow. Rays of heat shower down from above, and you feel a gradual dryness in the back of your throat. Suddenly you find yourself astride the presence, which now paws at the ground, leaving hoof-shaped impressions in the soft particles. Before you've realized it, hundreds of similar pairs have lined up to either side of you, each snorting and crying their challenge to the others. And yet, there is one that does not. A mind reaches out to your own, infusing it with a sense of trust, of companionship, of a bond that no living soul could hope to compete against. The feeling of warmth remains even as attention leaves you, moving instead to the boundless desert maze that lies in wait. Ripples seem to move through the air, blurring the massive red flag that rises in the far off distance. Anticipation and tension fill the air, weighing heavy on shoulders and leaving beads of sweat forming on your brow. The swatch of cloth flashes downwards and without warning you lurch forward. Limbs pound against the ground, carrying you into a never-ending arid landscape upon which you will declare your worth for the world to see.

Rule of Untamed Beasts falls to it knees, and you find yourself slipping from its back into the searing heat of water-dampened sand. How long has it been since the two of you began your journey? Time warps and the ache in the back of your throat constantly hammers against your brain, pleading for the sweet flow of water to ease its suffering. In a moment you realize that your pleas have been answered, it is to that sweet tasteless liquid you have been led. A beautiful oasis stretches out before you, sapphire tinted water pooling in a great circle lined by large-leaved saplings. Trees soar upwards, their forms casting shade onto both yourself and the presence beside you, saving you from the worst of the blazing solar beams. You feel a soft nudge once, and then again and find yourself being slowly rolled into the aquatic paradise. Drink. Replenish. LIVE. The words echo through your mind, urging you to fight against the sudden weariness that wraps about your shoulders. This is not the end of your journey. Whether you are first or last, you must finish the great race, you must prove yourselves indomitable partners, you must show the world that your bond is one to be feared.

Rule of Untamed Beasts jars you into consciousness with a sense of urgency that surges through your mind. You find yourself still astride its broad back, still in that unforgiving landscape, still wading through shifting sands. And yet, something is desperate. The being that carried you with such assurance, that fought against blistering heat so you would not have to, that stayed true to you throughout this ordeal is crying out in desperation….not for itself, but for you. It urges you to look behind, to realize the danger you are in…and that is when you see them. Monstrous clouds of sand swell and pitch, blocking the clear azure of the skies, quickly blocking out the sun and bringing darkness to this forsaken land. The minuscule figures of other contenders disappear, swallowed by the looming threat that reaches its tendrils out towards you. Ruler of Untamed Beasts roars its defiance. You will not be taken. Together, you seem to fly across the sands, passing by those who would not be able to even fathom the bond currently being formed between you and the specter that is your companion. Just as the boiling fog reaches you, just as it seems that all of your effort has been for naught, Ruler of Untamed Beasts bursts across the line, and you find yourself at journey's end. The peril suddenly melts away, returning to the earth from which it came. All that remains is yourself and your partner, triumphant, proud, and unyielding. Those competitors who looked down on you, those who doubted you, those who questioned your worth are now forced to stand back and recognize the true strength within you, for together you are the pair that has risen from the ashes of the scorched and naught will stand in your way.

Rule of Untamed Beasts does not answer, exhaustion from its recent trials causing it to have fallen into a deep sleep.


Inspiration

I've said it once, but I'll say it again: welcome to Eastern and congratulations! I hope that you're having fun here and that you're really beginning to think of us as family. We think you're kind of sort of amazing, and it's great to have you around.

The theme was this cycle was professions, and the specific inspiration for this egg was beastcrafters/animal trainers. I based your egg on the painting "Le Berger Syrien" by Jean-Leon Gerome. The mind touches were heavily influenced by the journey in the movie "Hidalgo" and the dragon itself….well, it came from a various mix of things. I included the beastcrafter element with a small bit of Pokemon but drew mainly from Sinbad, a character in the anime "Magi". Sindrieth's claws are a special tribute to Airen's profession, and I tried to work in a few quirks along with your preferences.

The most important thing to remember here is that Sindrieth is yours, play him as you wish, feel free to change any aspects that you want to because he is yours and only yours! I can also promise that this dragon couldn't have been written without the lovely collar from Nadina, R'sian and Fi! Thank you again for joining us this cycle, and I do hope you like him.


Miyan~ <3

Personality (RP Tips)

Layer upon layer of personality coalesce to form the intricate complexity that is your Sindrieth, and you are the only one that will ever know just how deep those levels go. He is friendly and outgoing, enthusiastic and kind, but beneath there is an almost twisted character that hides within the shadows.

"The confidence, experience, and bonds of friendship that are formed through adventuring are priceless." - Sinbad

It is a statement that Sindrieth truly believes, and as such will thrust you into situations that you will surely find uncomfortable. Whether it involves joining his clutchsibs and their lifemates on a rule-breaking adventure or simply delving into conversation with a stranger, Sindrieth will insist that you take part together and will not take no for an answer. Because, as unhappy as it may make you, Sindrieth truly believes you are capable of overcoming all obstacles.

Sindrieth holds relationships in high regard, something that is made quite clear in the bronze's attitude towards others. He will insist that you find friends and people to hold close, for life without them would be miserable indeed. His behavior may border on frivolous at times, and he may often be considered the mood maker in a group. But beneath that playful exterior is pure wisdom. Sindrieth is able to uniquely look past the exterior attitudes of others, finding what is obscured and coming to understand them completely. As such, he is able to adjust his attitude and actions so that interactions end favorably and the atmosphere remains fun. At times, this leads to unintentional manipulation.

Sindrieth will have a close bond with his bronze brother Draukaith. Bro's before Gold's! The two have completely different views on the females and will trade advice as well as playfully argue about them. Sindrieth has the romantic strategy, Draukaith has the right words….put them together and there isn't a female on Pern that can withstand their combined charm.

"The master of seven djinn, the high king of the seven seas, Sinbad!" - Sinbad
"Gotta catch 'em all!" - Pokemon

Your Sindrieth is a true tamer of beasts and holds a certain fascination for them. You will find yourself forced to take on any flit eggs that you find or are offered, eventually resulting in a small army. He will not limit himself to only one of each size and color (with gold being the only exception of course). There will be multiple bronzes, browns, and greens for each flizzard is different, colors and builds making a unique creature that he wishes to study. The swarm will not be left to glide around unchecked however, a king among kings, Sindrieth will have absolute control over them, so much so that they are /his/ rather than yours. Even the silliest green flit can be trained to do the most complicated of tasks under Sindrieth's strong guidance.

The small cousins of dragons are not the only animals which Sindrieth that have control over. He will find himself with a connection to almost every species, from bovines to wherries. Like the firelizards, he will often demand that you keep a small handful of animals at all times, but not for the same purpose. These animals, will be studied, their progress monitored, the changes in their physique noted as they grow until Sindrieth has decided that they have reached the perfect moment, the prime age, the exact instance…at which they must be dissected. Flizzen are friends in the loosest sense, animals are subjects from which to learn. He will collect animals for the sole purpose of dissection, learning from their bodies, holding an almost cruel indifference towards them.

Sindrieth will spend hours dissecting not only 'his' animals, but also his prey. Before he can hunt, Sindrieth will demand that /you/ cut and clean a fresh kill before him, identifying each part of the animal as you go. Unlike other dragons, he will not revel in a fresh kill. When he does reach hunting age, Sindrieth will spend long periods of time simply circling his prey, picking out the best specimen and going in for a clean kill. After that….after that he will meticulously disembowel his kill, laying out each organ upon the ground in perfect relation with each other. The angles will be perfect, the proportions exact, and the individual state of each examined before they are eaten. Flights will be the only exception to this rule.

"Adventures are splendid. They are truly what makes a man a man. And meeting lovely ladies like you is also part of the adventure." -Sinbad

Sindrieth will blood heavily, almost as much as a large gold, the metallic liquid boosting his already athletic abilities. He will join in most chases, but more for fun than for the purpose of catching. The thrill of the game is what he lives to feel, and it is only on specific occasions, when he has taken a truly liking to female, that he will give his all. Not just any female will do. Should he loose a flight of a random green there won't be so much as a hint of depression, but should he lose a flight for a female that he sincerely cares for the pain will run deep, manifesting in destructive behavior that may result in a small portion of his animal collection, and sometimes even the Weyr's, dying mysterious and slightly gruesome deaths (animal serial killings!).

What is it that makes a lady special to him? It is not simply appearance that makes a dragon special. Just as there is depth to him, he believes that there is depth to others. As such, he will look at all aspects of a potential mate, from looks to personality to the very attitude with which they portray themselves. When he does find a female he has taken a liking to, he will go about showing his affection very carefully. Your Sindrieth is a romantic, and as such will take the time to carefully woo those he has taken a liking too, preferring to spend time talking and interacting with them rather than just appearing for a flight and disappearing the following day.

Should Sindrieth ever catch a gold and become a father, he will be a protective father. That doesn't mean he will be unkind to the candidates that come onto the sands, on the contrary, he will be open and friendly towards them. Should they slip up however, a harsh snap of teeth and an unforgiving growl await them. He will pay special attention to the dam from the day of the flight forward, never leaving her side unless she tires of him. Once the eggs are laid, he will watch over them day and night, and even when they hatch Sindrieth will pay special attention to his children.

"It feels wonderful when you encounter new lands and new knowledge." - Sinbad

Knowledge is power, and as such Sindrieth will demand that you closely pay attention to weyrling lessons. He will have the theory of everything they are taught down quite perfectly, the execution may not prove as easy at first. There may be failures and setbacks, but that will not keep him from practicing what he does not grasp. Eventually he will grow from slim to muscled, weak to strong, and when that happens his every move will be the pinnacle of elegance. It is in the air, however, that he will truly shine. His slim body will allow for speed and agility, and it is the one area in which Sindrieth will truly desire to show off, displaying near impossible maneuvers and flashing the underside of his wings for all to see.

His thirst for knowledge will not be limited to what he learns as a young dragon. As you return to your healer duties you will find that Sindrieth is a true partner in every respect. He will be with you during every step of a surgical procedure, offering quiet suggestions or rifling through your memory and finding a vital piece of information that you may have forgotten. Together it will be a healer-dragon partnership unrivaled by that of others, the two of you becoming almost one as you work together.


Credits

Name Sultan of the Flame-Kissed Sands Bronze Sindrieth
Dam Tzavayth
Sire Vrath
Created By Miyan
Impress To R'en (Airen)
Hatched 22 September 2013
Monaco Bay Weyr
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