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Lateo

Wingrider Ryia, rider of green Chalyth [Sidus Wing]


Sodalis

Weyrsinger Sanura, rider of blue Aramith [BloodChar Wing]

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Rider Information

Name: Ryia
Gender: Female
Age/Birthday: 29, Late Winter
Orientation: Bisexual (Or you could just say horny green rider, take your pick.)
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank/Wing: Wingrider, Sidus Wing
Standing: Ryia believes in the Old Ways, that dragonriders are meant to protect Pern, no matter the cost they bear.
Family: Father-H’shir of brown Venwrath, Mother-Sheika of green Trulith, and Brother-J’lin of blue Horath.
Pets: None
Appearance: Ry is a very dark woman, born to a family that carried a strange gene that seemed to set them all apart. She is the rather normal height for a woman, 5'2", and is forced to look up to the handsome dragonriders she is surrounded by. Her body is lithe, like her dragon’s, and is dainty and delicate. Her breasts are small, as is her waist, which leads down to only moderately-curved hips. Her legs and arms are both small-framed, her muscle being minimal and only toned enough to be a dragonlady. Her skin is a dark mocha that stays that tint constantly, no matter if she has been graced by the sun or not. Her face is small and slender, heart-shaped though still slim enough to avoid appearing childishly round. She has a small nose and almond-shaped eyes, which are the glittering color of pure obsidian. Her hair is perfectly matched to her eyes–black as raven’s wings. It is very silky and luxurious to the touch, falling in a barely-curled fashion just below her elbows. She prefers to wear light and airy dresses, made from thin material, that leave her arms bare and flow around her ankles gracefully. She tends to favor the colors midnight blue, white, and silver. When performing the tasks unable to be done in dresses, her clothing choices are sleeveless tunics and snug leggings, topped by boots of wherhide.
Personality: Ry is an overall gentle person, quiet and soft-spoken. She has a sweet personality that is not easily swayed, for she is slow to anger and quick to forgive. Though when she finally does snap, she can be a nightmare. She does not choose to scream or strike anyone, but instead will fill with anger inside, developing an intense dislike that leaves her withdrawn and moody for days. This does not happen often, however, only when she is drastically pushed. The green rider hates to be harsh with anyone, and will only be so when it is absolutely necessary to accomplish what she wants. She is the type to have few enemies, not because she likes everyone, but because she never does anything to make anyone mad. She couldn’t really care less about what other’s opinions of her were, for she holds fast to her own beliefs and dances to her own music. It doesn’t matter what other people think of her, as long as she knows she has done what is right in her eyes. She is easy to get along with and very likable, and she tries to stay busy or preoccupied at least, filling her time with humorous and enjoyable tasks. She is a bit of a flirt (she got that from her brother) and likes to tease men a little too much. Mating Flights are nothing she shies from, but she does not know which of the two children in the lower caverns are hers. She is fairly talkative, and likes to visit the weyrs of her fellow riders frequently.
History: Ryia had a very uneventful childhood, the normal for a weyrbrat, full of pranks and chores. She is the daughter of H’shir of brown Venwrath, and Sheika of green Trulith, and was fostered off to a woman in the lower caverns the day of her birth. Growing up with the other children, she learned to make friends very quickly, and became a very kind and gentle person. She, like all other weyrbrats, held a deep love for dragonkind, and snuck into the Hatching Grounds often to steal a peek at the eggs. Though she was given chores to accomplish daily, that is hardly ever enough to keep children occupied and she and her friends spent their afternoons pulling, for the most part, harmless pranks on the drudges and lower cavern workers. When she was sixteen turns old, she was chosen to stand on the sands for the Hatching, along with a few of her friends, and Impressed her green Chalyth towards the end of the Hatching. Bedazzled by the strange new emotions accompanying bonding, both girl and green were lead in a daze to the weyrling barracks. Her friend Shali Impressed a green as well, Cassandreth, and the two dragonets made fast friends.

When weyrling training began, Ry often collapsed on her pallet at night, completely spent and at a loss of how she and Chalyth would ever become a fighting pair after whatever humiliating performance they had accomplished that day. However, after a few months of the instruction, they both suddenly made turn-arounds. Chal adopted a gracility in her wings that amazed Ryia, and for the girl to see her ungainly dragonet become an agile and lovely green snapped her awake. The girl grew into a woman when her Chalyth reached a turn and a half of age, thrust into her first Mating Flight. Full of wonder for the elegant and taunting picture her green portrayed, Ry changed and both rider and dragon melded into a perfect fighting team. Two turns after Impression, she was welcomed into the ranks of the Dragonriders, and instilled into the wing of K’var, rider of bronze Kedenth. Through drills, which K’var planned and conducted with a smooth confidence, she and Chal learned what an asset the green’s agility and maneuverability could be, and have perfected what skills they could since that day. Now, she and Chalyth ride still in K’var’s wing with pride, completely confident in their skills and abilities, perfectly matched with their Wingleader.


Dragon Information

Name: Chalyth
Color: Green
Age: 13 turns
Description: Chalyth is small, even by green standards, with strange coloring. Her small body is lithe and finely-boned, giving her a look of delicacy. Her soft hide is of an exotic mixture of sea green and a green so pale it’s almost white, making her look as if she was born between water and air. Her body is sea green, with pale green underbelly and neckridges. Her wingjoints are sea green and her sails are green froth, appearing white in the sun. She has darker green markings on her jawbones and hindquarters, in odd swirls of shapes. Thought she is smaller than nearly all sisters of her color, and weaker in muscle, she extremely agile and graced with excellent reflexes. She can turn in an instant and execute astonishing maneuvers in midair, twisting in impossible ways and darting away in a flash. She and her rider are alike in this way.
Personality: Chalyth is the kind of green who likes all the other colors, from her fellow greens to the queenly golds. She doesn’t mind being small, and she is very grateful that she would never have to be a mother! She thinks the golds are quite amazing for even being up to the task. She is very talkative and friendly, approaching even the most sullen of her fellow dragons in hopes of making them a bit more cheerful. She also absolutely loves to flirt–to no end–much more than her rider does. She is sweet natured and happy most of the time, content to fly in her wing and help where she is needed. She loves flying more than anything, and will practice her aerial feats quite frequently. She simply cannot wait for Mating Flights, since that is the time she can show off her abilities to their fullest extent.
History: When Chalyth broke from her prison of shell, she sought through the minds of the candidates still standing on the sands, finding flirts and those more serious than death, but she wanted someone....more. Someone who had a deeper soul than most. She ignored many, and began to despair, when she found a tentative psyche, a hesitant thought, consuming the mind of a small girl standing in the back. That, the dragonet knew, was her soulmate, her destined. She ran as quickly as her awkward legs would carry her, tearing her way through the sand to meet eyes with her Chosen. The girl was relieved to find her Own, and shouted Chalyth’s name for all to hear. When lessons commenced, Chalyth could never keep pace with her siblings of higher color, but she outflew them by lengths when tactics and maneuvers came into play.
Clutch: Bronze Azmoveth and Gold Shimeath

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Rider Information

Name: Sanura
Gender: Female
Age/Birthday: 22, Early Fall
Orientation: Straight, straight, with any man she can get her hands on....that is attractive enough, anyway.
Location: Sodalis Weyr
Rank/Wing: Weyrsinger, Wingrider in the Sidus Wing
Standing: As far as Sanura is concerned, the Northerners can rot in their Holds for their treachery.
Family: Father: Beir (37) Mother: Shaleh (32)
Pets: Green firelizard, named Isis, who is flirty and easily distracted.
Appearance: Sanura is what one might call a born flirt. Her entire body gives off the vibe that she would do anything for you one night and then drop you at a snap of her fingers. She is decently tall, roughly 5' 4" or so, with a generous bust and curvy, seductive hips. Her waist curves inward to a small point, and flares once again when it meets her hips. Partnered with her long legs, this gives her a rather dramatic body shape. She has painstakingly maintained her appearance throughout the years and wanted to so she could always be the most popular at the Weyr’s gathers. Her eyes, a lovely shade of cobalt blue and almond-shaped, are topped by high, slim brows that manage to give her a constantly languid look. As if she is always ready to seduce. Sanura keeps her hair down constantly, believing that tying one’s hair up makes one’s face look too wide. The long, silky mass flows to the middle of her back in a straight and layered line. The ends of each layer curls outward, giving it a more appealing look. It is a dark chocolate brown in color, noticeably streaked throughout with brunette, almost as if she dyed it that way. Her face has a high-cheekboned appearance, giving a lilt to her full lips. Sanura, when able, always wears dresses that cling to her body and show off her figure, normally a shade of purple, black or gold in color. Her dresses are also marked by the fact that they bare much skin around her breasts and shoulders, since she is not ashamed of her body in any way. When she must work about the Weyr, she is still extremely meticulous with her appearance. Though functional, her work clothes are just as showy. She will always wear tight leggings and high boots, coupled with a snug tunic that clearly defines her curves.
Personality: Sanura is the kind of woman who likes to be free to do what she wants, when she wants. Being a dragonrider and Weyrsinger has put a bit of a leash on her free-spirited attitude, but she only buckles down when her duty calls for it. Otherwise she is strong-willed about being and doing what she wants. She loves to spend time at the beach swimming or sun-bathing, and hanging out with other woman like her. She has a firm attitude that won’t be shaken by anyone. She is a party-girl, she loves to dance and be crazy or wild, and prefers friends who are the same. She likes to be surrounded by outgoing people, whether male or female, and likes to flirt. She has a hot temper to match her will, angered easily and slow to forgive. She has a vibrant love of life that leads her to focus on the here and now, instead of the things to come. She hardly ever has a deep relationship with anyone, and it is very hard to get close to her. She is very approachable and easy to get along with, but her true emotions and feelings are buried behind a wall. For those who come to be her true friend, for those who earn her trust and love, she will remain loyal and protective of them. When they cry, she will cry, when they scream, so will she, and if they are in pain, she will feel it in her heart as well. She is a very affectionate type of person for those she truly cares about, always lending soft words or a light, understanding touch. To them she is sensitive and caring, doing anything she can to help them or aid them in a time of need. Intelligence and shrewdness, you may be surprised to find, are another two aspects of her personality. She may not seem like it, but she can be very calculating and levelheaded when the need arises. She walks with a confident, teasing air, for she knows what she has and is not ashamed of it. Overall, she is what you would call a playful person, really, though her games are not the kind for children.. She loves to joke around with others as well, and tease. The reason she Impressed a blue and not a green, she supposes, is because her loyalty and determination are good qualities of the dragon’s workhorses Her dragon shares her softer side as well for loved ones.
History: Sanura is the daughter of two holder drudges, though they were never her real family. She never truly lived until she was twelve turns of age. Born among servants, the blue rider spent her childhood years scrubbing floors and tending to Telgar hold, her father hardly ever seen and her mother too busy to pay her much heed. Upon her twelfth turn of life, the girl was scrubbing the main hall of the hold when a brown rider entered under the guise of being a harper. He has never told San what he was truly doing there to begin with. Gaze catching the girl quickly, the man’s eyes widened as he took in her figure. Her long chocolate hair and curves impossible for one so young attracted his attention, but it was her deep, sorrowful cobalt depths that captured him. Inquiring after the girl and discovering the identity of her mother from another drudge, the rider sought her out. “How much is your daughter worth to you?” He asked by way of greeting, dark gaze intent upon the woman’s face. Straightening, her eyes traveling over his rather well-dressed figure, the woman asked, “Why, good Harper? Is she worth something to you?” Smirking humorlessly, the rider gave the woman and scathing look and tossed a bag of marks her way, turning and striding away. Making his way back to the girl, the brown rider picked her up and strode from the hold, his brown Baynth landing in the courtyard to collect them. “Who—who are you?” The girl asked, struggling in his arms. “Wingsecond M’kil, of Sodalis. And this is my brown, Baynth.” He said, swinging upon the dragon and holding the girl tightly before him. “What are you doing?” She snapped, fighting against him. Strapping them in securely despite her protests, they were soon winking between to Sodalis.
In the days that followed, Sanura fought the brown rider, trying to find an escape from his high weyr and yet discovering none but one must have a dragon to leave the ledge. The girl asked M’kil why he had saved her, several times, but he would never really reveal his intentions, though they were often written on his face. As she adjusted, never one all that close to her family, San found that she was beginning to find weyrlife quite suitable. Baynth, too, took a liking to the girl, rumbling happily in his throat as she paused to stroke his eyeridge or ran a hand along his hide. As she lounged against the brown, M’kil’s eyes would often linger over her body, a low heat in his gaze. It could be questioned then whether he had truly ‘saved’ her, or had only taken her to another form of servitude. However, the child was yet only twelve, and though her body hardly seemed one of that age, M’kil did have enough honor and valor instilled into his mind that one never forced intentions upon a mere girl. The things that were running through his mind were destined for a woman. Because of these rather uncouth desires, the rider could only distance himself from her, staying rather aloof and just slightly cold to stop whatever dishonorable actions he might have taken. San tried to speak with him, inquiring about his life and how he Impressed, but given only grunts and gruff, short answers, she eventually just gave up and spent her time with Baynth or the weyrbrats. Many times she asked why she could not just simply leave his weyr and live in the lower caverns since he seemed to only merely tolerate her presence, but at such times a fire blazed to life in his eyes, and he vehemently denied her. Intrigued to elicit such a response, she needled him more, leading to arguments nearly every night. Three turns passed, an eternity to the brown rider, it seemed, and Sanura’s body adopted a gracility and aura of maturity that should have only come so much later. At fifteen, the girl was often mistaken for a full-grown lady, one that riders too often mistook for a lady that had no-so-delicate habits. The first time, one that the blue rider shall never forget, was after dinner had been taken, and she was on her way back to the bowl where Baynth awaited her. Her mind was spinning with the idea she was to needle M’kil with that night, and occupied by her delicious thoughts, the girl never noticed the green rider until she collided with him.
“Oh!” San said, scrambling up from where she had fallen, “Please forgive me, wingrider. It was my fault, I was not even watching where I was going!” Raising wide blue eyes to the man, the girl did not catch the ill intent in his smile. “Think nothing of it, my lady, but I will only forgive you for a kiss.” “A kiss?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. It seemed silly to her, really, for she had given her brothers kisses all the time, but in her inexperience she did not guess that this kiss was not so innocent. Tiptoeing to reach his cheek, the girl laid her soft lips on his flesh and kissed him gently, as she would one she loved of her family. Pulling back, the blue rider felt a hand go to the back of her head and the small of her back, pulling her against the man. Feeling a hard length pressed against her belly, the girl did not know quite what was in the man’s breeches. Lifting her face, the green rider pressed insistent lips to hers, and though at first she was frozen with confusion and surprise, San was soon pressed closer, her mouth instinctively opening to allow him to do as he wished. Curiosity flared through her, and her body awakened in ways no body of fifteen years should have. Strange sensations peaked her nerves, and drove her to accept whatever treatment was handed her way. Hands left her body and palmed her breasts, his body forcing hers back against the rock face. His hands ripped the lacings of her dress, baring her breasts to his hand, and he fondled her roughly while lifting her skirt. She was so eager against his body, the man thought she had been sexed before, and his hands roamed touching and exploring places no male hand had ever touched. Just as he was ripping a moan from the girl, hands clasped his shoulders and pulled him roughly off her too-willing body. Cobalt eyes widening, San could only gape as M’kil decked the green rider right on his jaw, eyes blazing with fury and body taut. He stood over the fallen wingrider, looking taller, broader, and more sinister than the girl had ever envisioned him. “Never lay one finger on her again, G’lin, never! Don’t touch her!” He hissed, then turned those furious eyes on her. Shrinking against the stone, Sanura vainly attempted to melt into the very Weyr while pulling her ripped dress over her breasts. “You—you come here.” He said in a dangerously quiet purr, everything about him at that moment enough to make her body shiver in fear and, oddly, a type of thrill. He had always seemed rather mild, if a bit moody, but this–this was a side of the rider that sent chills down her spine. Slowly, she pushed away from the rock and went to his side, her steps more hesitant than she had ever been around the man. Grabbing her arm with a fist like iron, he pulled her to where his brown awaited him in the bowl, Baynth crouching low to aid the shaking girl. “How.....how did you know?” She managed to force out between shudders, her voice quiet and strained. “Baynth.” He snapped, catching her up into his arms and mounting his dragon in one smooth, admirable motion. Pulling her off the brown’s back once they landed on the weyrledge, he maintained his vice-like grip on her arm while he strode back to his sleeping quarters, muttering dark promises that she could easily hear. “Of all riders, G’lin—I should skin him with my knife! Sanura is—and he—she’s virgin—I’ve cared for her....I should skin him! I’ve half a mind...could right now....make him eat ash....Banyth chew firestone....I could.....I should skin him!” He finished loudly, finally releasing her arm and whirling to face her. “What were you THINKING, girl, or did you even bother to try that practice tonight, hmm?” He asked scathingly, infuriated. “What the Fall, Fog and Fire did you do? What the shell did HE do? By Faranth’s egg, by BAYNTH’S egg, did you ever stop to sharding think of who might be flaming watching? Shards and shells, what if I had not flaming stopped you? By the Two Moons, the whole Thread-bared Weyr could have seen you sharding sexing up that bloody green flaming rider! I’ve half a mind to whip you flaming sore, until you couldn’t even sharding sit!” He bellowed, completely unaware of how many curses he had repeated in so short a time. Staring wide-eyed, speechless, Sanura was silent as he glowered at her, breathing heavily and his face red. Finally, she found her voice, albeit it was a pale imitation of her usual timbre. “Why?” She asked softly. “Why does it bother you so?” He did not trouble with an answer of spoken word. His face softening, M’kil, rider of brown Baynth, drew Sanura to him, laying kisses on her cheeks and neck, his hands, so much more gentle, more reverent than G’lin’s, kneading her back lightly. “I’ve loved you since the day I saw your eyes, Sanura.” He whispered, lips lingering on the soft skin below her ear. “I have wanted to watch you lie in my bed, wanted you to lay your glorious body naked on my furs, wanted to keep you in my weyr night and day and never share you with a soul. How I love you...” From that day, Sanura and he were closer than a bond could ever be between humans, he in love and she fancying herself feeling the same emotion. She also shared his bed from that night on, making those desires he whispered in her ears come true, and so much more. However, standing on the Sands of Impression, their fate was sealed when a blue dragon raised his adoring eyes her way. Crushed, knowing that her body would be taken by a green rider, or worse, a female green rider....M’kil could not bear the thought. He stayed in his weyr, refusing to even spare her a glance as she was forced to move to the weyrling barracks. Sanura felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest at how he shut himself off from her, and her emotions shut down. Adopting a bit of a ‘Flame it all and live life’ attitude, she slept around, drank around, and did whatever struck her whim. However, she did prove to have a lovely singing voice, and was made Weyrsinger of Sodalis when she was eighteen turns. To this day, she fears love, and refuses to even acknowledge it exists. She will never open her heart to another soul again, she vows, and past friendship, she knows only lust. She will never hurt like that, ever again. She is, of course, unweyrmated, and after flights she simply strolls from the green rider’s weyr without a second glance.


Dragon Information

Name: Aramith
Color: Blue
Age: 6 Turns
Description: Aramith has a deep blue body and face, the color of the night sky, with black along the insides of his legs and bottom of his face. He has a lighter dusting of blue on his neck ridges and clawed feet, the color of the oceans of Pern. His tail is a dark blue with a light trail of light sky blue on the top. He is also very well-proportioned, all of his lengths and heights matching the boundaries of his color. He is fairly large, for his color, and has grown into one of the larger blues of the Weyr.
Personality: Aramith is like his rider in the loyalty aspect. Those he calls friend will forever find him at their side whenever he needs them most. He is also very in tune with other’s emotions, able to sense much about them whether they are human or dragon. This will make him a fine Searchdragon when he matures. He holds a strong sense of duty, knowing his responsibility’s place and wishing to strive to achieve his goals. Sanura’s determination and will attracted him to her, for the little dragonet also held these qualities. He is unusually fierce for one his age, holding a fervor that not many weyrlings have. He and Saruna share the same mind on many things. They both are focused, living in the here-and-now without worrying what tomorrow will bring. Aramith sees no point in letting the future frighten you, instead he believes you should plan for it as the days come. He favors greens above all other dragons, even those of his own color, because of their carefree ways and love of life like his rider’s. He is very tough and strong, already showing promise in his physical prowess at a young age. He is also very brave, and has so far found nothing that scares him. Quite the gentleman, he never flirts with other dragons, though his rider may rub off on him in the future. He is kind and caring, loving a good joke just as much as his rider. His sensitivity makes him a good salve for his rider when she needs someone to soothe her.
History: When the blue broke from his shell, he looked about the boys gathered there, searching for he who matched his own varied personality. Boy after boy failed his test, and he finally began to look through the girls. When he came upon Saruna, he could tell that she held a fierce loyalty to those she loved, a vibrant and loving personality, and a strong will that matched his own. However, she had her face turned from him. Aramith nudged her leg gently, when she looked down, he gave her eyes of fierce love. Saruna, mine, why do you look away when your Aramith is trying to find you? He asked, confused as to why she would not think he would want her. When she knelt and embraced him, Aramith crooned in joy and comfort, sending her all the love she could want.