Post by E on Dec 3, 2005 19:03:40 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Effluo Smaragdus
Contact Info:
AIM: EffluoSmaragdus
YIM: Effluo_Smaragdus
E-Mail: me2005amk@cs.com
How you heard of LW: Drache18
Character Information
Name: Endymion ~ E’mion
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 30 (Late Fall Birthing Day)
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank: Wingleader of Helios Wing
Family: Endymion (or E’mion) was the first of nine children born to a green rider by the name of Elleshia and a brown rider by the name of D’han. While D’han was not keen on staying with Elleshia after the flight, they both agreed to take turns raising Endymion rather than leaving him for the weyr to raise as a whole. Elleshia believed strongly that it would increase his chances at impressing. Elleshia’s green flew many more times but was only flown by D’han’s brown once more. Elleshia was a very fertile women and she found herself pregnant after almost every flight leaving Endymion with many step-siblings.
D’han Brown Rider, (Late 60’s) Father
Elleshia Green Rider, (Late 50’s) Mother
N'lin Blue Rider, (29 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
C'ven Blue Rider (27 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
Daphi Green Rider (26 Turns) Full Sister
V'cent Brown Rider (23 Turns) Step Brother/Fathers side
Paige Candidate (18 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Irena (12 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Sunra (6 Turns) Step sister/Fathers side
Kicoqin (2 Turns) Step brother/ Mothers side
Pets: None
Appearance: Having grown up in the weyr, Endymion knew the hard work it took to raise a dragon. Helping both of his parents, Endymion found himself grow strong as he helped oil his mothers green and ran errands for his father who was a wing second. Strong from both forms of physical labor, Endymion is no small man. On the contray, he tops off at an even five feet, nine inches and has a sturdy build. Well muscled and flexible, few would dare to argue with the rider.
Living in the south took its toll on more than Endymion’s interior, but his exterior as well. He earned himself a dark tan as he worked outside in the sun more often than not. Along with the sun came the heat and Endymion quickly learned that short hair was not only advisable for the riding gear, but also much cooler than the longer locks he use to have. His short cut hair has a slight curl to it and is such a dark shade of brown that it is often mistaken for being black.
A long, angular face is accented with a strong jaw that has received its fare share of abuse in a fight. Having had several broken noses, Endymion’s isn’t the worst around, but certainly not the prettiest either. While most of the breaks had been clean and healed nicely, one particular one had been brutal and left its tell-tale mark. In any case, one look at his tanned and strongly featured face would leave a person quite sure that Endymion was not one who was scared to stand up to people.
While he spends most of his time with his bronze, Endymion is found in attire other than riding leathers, if you can believe it. When dressing up for an occasion, Endymion likes the darker colors that match his usual mood. Black pants with brown leather boots, he often tops it with one of his favorite shirts; a dark blue with a high collar that gives off an air of importance, or a rich brown with a v-neck that allows him to relax and enjoy himself.
Personality: When a person first looks at Endymion, the first thought that comes to mind is dominance. Being the son of a wing second, Endymion had grown up believing that he to would ride a great dragon and hopefully become a wing second or even a wingleader. After impressing a bronze, he still feels that he will become a great leader in the weyr.
While weyrling hood taught him to follow orders, his quick mind has no problem giving them when needed. He feels dragonriders are a breed above the rest of Pern and has no problem showing that feeling. Dragonriders, he feels, should go back to the north and set the stubborn people there right.
Endymion has a strong mind. Although he often shows up to be dark and stubborn to most, he does actually listen to new ideas. With every new idea comes a new possibility and he is often found brooding over them. His brooding, however, does not slow down his decisiveness on matters and he is often found to be quick to act. When all of this adds up, it is no wonder Endymion often finds himself in fist fights with those he feels are incompetent and slow.
When it comes to women, he could really care less. Women riders are a different story entirely. Just as he feels dragonriders are better, so are the women riders from ordinary women. Having impressed a dragon themselves, Endymion feels that they are where the future lies. From strong women come stronger men. He does not baby them though, whoever heard of a strong man coming from a spoiled kid? Instead he feels they should be encouraged to think for themselves and strive for betterment, but also ruled with an iron fist.
History: Like all of his younger siblings and many other children in the weyr, Endymion was the result of a green mating flight. Elleshia, Endymion’s mother was not like most of the other green riders however. She did not want to give up her son for the weyr to raise as a whole, but wished to raise him herself. She felt that Endymion needed both a mother figure and a father figure in order to become a great rider and in a way she was right.
D’han, Endymion’s father agreed after much debate that actually raising his son might be a good idea. Although D’han was often busy with his wingsecond duties, he still found time to teach his son the lessons he felt was important. They often included building such characteristics as responsibility, loyalty to the weyr, determination, and why it is important to be trustworthy. The one lesson D’han taught his son the best was one that involved a characteristic he never meant for his son to have; Dominance.
Endymion had learned this lesson on one of the days his father was watching him. D’han had tried to get out of it because of a drill he had to run thru with the new wingriders. Elleshia, who had several other children she demanded on raising now, would not let D’han skimp out on his duties. So D’han grudgingly let the six turn old Endymion tag along to where D’han would be watching over the new wingriders. A some point, one of the new brown riders began to argue with D’han saying that the new drill they were learning was pointless and that they should stick with the traditional. D’han would have none of it and reprimanded the rider harshly, forgetting his son was there to hear the words that came out of his mouth. Endymion was amazed to watch as not only the riders fought, but their browns put forth their voices as well.
Afterwards, Endymion asked why his father had been mean to the other rider, not realizing that it was in fact the other rider who started the matter. D’han sighed impatiently and told Endymion that the reason for having a leader, or even a wingsecond, was to make sure everyone was in line and doing things properly and efficiently. If a rider does not listen to their leader, they endanger all of the rest. Without actually saying it, D’han had basically told Endymion how important dominance over those he was in charge of was.
After that, Endymion (10 turns now) was put in charge of many of his younger siblings as he was the oldest. He quickly, but quietly began to show that he was the dominate one. If his father was dominate then he would be too. Endymion, however, chose to demonstrate his dominance in more quiet ways showing his younger brothers that doing it the way he said was quicker. Most quickly learned that it was, in fact, a good idea to listen to Endymion. His brother Nicolin, who was closest to him in age, did not agree. He did not like the idea of Endymion, who was only a turn older, should be telling him what to do. The two found themselves settling their disputes in dark tunnels by means of their fists. Endymion almost always came out victorious, but not before taking a severe beating from his brother. This accounted for most of his broken noses.
Endymion became a candidate at the age of 17, the same year his brother Nicolin became a candidate at the age of 16. A little put out that his brother became candidate a year earlier than himself, Endymion shrugged it off and worked hard to learn his lessons, most of which he already knew from helping his parents. It was in his nineteenth turn that he finally impressed his metalic bronze.
*Endymion woke to the vibrations of the dragons humming. Having already been told what would happen, he pulled the white robe over his bare chest and ran to the hatching sands. There the other candidates had already began to circle around the clutch. Eggs rocking, they began to break out. Everything seemed to go by in a blur to Endymion who shifted silently keeping the hot sands from becoming unbearable.
One particularly large egg caught Endymion’s eye as it rocked. A large crack breaking its surface, it stilled for a moment before the dragon inside gave another final shove toward freedom. The bronze head that came out glistened in the light. The wedge shaped head turned this way and that taking in all who stood before him. Endymion caught his breath as he realized just how beautiful the clumsy little dragons were. The one before him was rather solid for having just hatched and it was clear that he would grow to be magnificent.
Endymion gasped as he realized that the little dragon had began to charge for him. Unsure of what to do, Endymion did as he always did; ignored the first impulse to side step and instead he crouched low in a fighting stance, ready to take the impact of the little dragon. The bronze hit Endymion with his head, a perfect head-butt sending Endymion to land on his ass. The momentum of the bronze, however, was more than the little dragon was ready for and he fell into the arms of Endymion. A snarl came out of the bronze and he made to claw his way out of Endymion’s grasp. Endymion immediately realized the position he was in; if he let go of the dragon it would tear him to shreds, but if he didn’t what would everyone around him think? Would anyone attempt to help?
Deciding to save his own skin rather than worry about everyone else, he held on to the struggling dragon as it thru its weight around. Endymion was amazed by the strength of the bronze and his arms soon began to burn from the exertion. What he didn’t know, however, was that the bronze too was tireing. What are you doing? Release me now. If I must impress, I will impress you because you did not fear me. Now let go of your Malekith, E’mion before I bite you. Endymion instantly let go of the bold little bronze and stared in amazement. None of the other candidates had fought their dragon to impress. Had he done something wrong? Would they be mad? Don’t be stupid. Endymion heard the voice in his head again whom he suspected of being the bronze, Malekith. I chose you and they can’t do a thing about it. I am a bronze and if they wish to compete with me it will be their funeral. Now get up and feed me.
Endymion shook his head. “Alright Alright. But we have to get one thing straight. I am YOUR rider and you are MY dragon. I’m the one in charge here, not you.” You are seriously mistaken. Feed Me. the bronze emphasized this last statement with a growl. Endymion felt a stab of pain as his own stomach began to feel the pang of hunger. Ok, he thought, I’ll feed the little brat first then we’ll worry about who’s in charge. Very Good. Endymion glared at the bronze as he realized he could no longer have his own silent thoughts.*
While Endymion, or E’mion now, regretted having such a dominate dragon he found himself immensely satisfied as they learned their weyrling lessons quickly. Not only did they learn quickly, they were also fighters and fought their way to being top of their class, competed with by only a few. It was soon apparent that the only other weyrlings that would be any match for the pair who argued constantly was in fact other bronzes and their riders. E’mion and Malekith quickly learned that while they still fought each other for dominance over the other, they could not fight while in flight or training. Whenever they did so was when another bronze and rider bested them. During their weyrling years, they learned the hard lesson of working as a team.
Reaching adulthood both knew their hard work had paid off. Not only were they accepted into the Helios Wing, but in their very second year they were made wingsecond. Not long after that they replaced the Wingleader. The two dominant males quickly put the already high-ranking wing into its best shape ever. E'mion and Malekith are both proud of their wing and know that they are more than ready for threat; Fire, Fall or even the North if it came down to it...
Dragon Information
Name: Malekith
Color: Bronze
Age: 11 Turns
Description: A large, solidly built bronze, Malekith is like his rider; one to be reckoned with. Although he is not the largest bronze in the weyr, he is more than capable of besting many of the younger ones a few of the older ones. A fighter at heart, Malekith is more like his rider than is advisable. A deep, metallic bronze, his hide is often pawned over for its threatening yet beautiful appearance. Malekith does not have to try to gain the awe he strikes in many non-riders and riders alike.
Personality: Definatly a dominate male, Malekith will compete with anyone to prove that he is the best. As a dominant male, Malekith finds himself at odds with a lot of other bronzes, the older ones especially who consider him stupid and arrogant, a troublemaker who needs to be taught his place. Most bronzes, however, are hard put to best him. While they often do, it is usually because of a sudden argument with his rider.
Malekith is always at odds with his rider who is also a dominate male, even if they are of separate species. Proud, the bronze often finds himself ignoring his rider just to prove that he does not have to listen to him. When he does decide to listen to his rider though, they almost always come out on top. The two make an unstoppable team, or would if they could put aside their need to be the controlling one.
History: Malekith felt the shell that held him captive give way. Pausing for a moment to get a better place for his feet to rest, Malekith gave a final shove on his shell and it split neatly in two. Looking around, Malekith studied the candidates before him. Finding none of them to his satisfaction, he found himself rumbling angrily. To think they could not give decent candidates! Deciding to show his unhappiness, Malekith charged at the nearest group of candidates. The closest ones scattered, not wanting to be hit and Malekith smiled happily. That’s when he noticed the dark one.
The dark one didn’t even flinch as he had charged the other candidates. No that wouldn’t do, Malekith decided as he fixed his course to hit the boy square. He’d teach him! The boy crouched low instead of moving out of the way. Fine. Malekith thought. If you want to be hit I’ll hit you good and hard. And he did, knocking the boy down. Malekith, however, was furious to find that he too was brought down. Finding the boy holding tightly to him he struggled furious. How dare he!! After a while, the young bronze found himself bested. Looking into the boys face, Malekith was surprised to find that he had a hardened look of a fighter. Deciding quickly that he would not lose, but cause a stalemate instead he impressed the boy.
What are you doing? Release me now. If I must impress, I will impress you because you did not fear me. Now let go of your Malekith, E’mion before I bite you. E’mion instantly let go of the him. Malekith was surprised to find E’mion in such confusion though. Had he done something wrong? Would they be mad? Don’t be stupid. he said tartly, reprimanding his new rider. I chose you and they can’t do a thing about it. I am a bronze and if they wish to compete with me it will be their funeral. Now get up and feed me.
Endymion shook his head. “Alright Alright. But we have to get one thing straight. I am YOUR rider and you are MY dragon. I’m the one in charge here, not you.” You are seriously mistaken. Feed Me. the bronze emphasized this last statement with a growl. Ok, he thought, I’ll feed the little brat first then we’ll worry about who’s in charge. Very Good. E’mion glared at the bronze as he realized he could no longer have his own silent thoughts and Malekith returned the glare calmly. He’d teach his stubborn rider soon enough, for now though, he wanted nothing more than to ease the pain in his stomach.
Clutch: Bronze Azmoveth and Gold Shimeath
Name: Effluo Smaragdus
Contact Info:
AIM: EffluoSmaragdus
YIM: Effluo_Smaragdus
E-Mail: me2005amk@cs.com
How you heard of LW: Drache18
Character Information
Name: Endymion ~ E’mion
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 30 (Late Fall Birthing Day)
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank: Wingleader of Helios Wing
Family: Endymion (or E’mion) was the first of nine children born to a green rider by the name of Elleshia and a brown rider by the name of D’han. While D’han was not keen on staying with Elleshia after the flight, they both agreed to take turns raising Endymion rather than leaving him for the weyr to raise as a whole. Elleshia believed strongly that it would increase his chances at impressing. Elleshia’s green flew many more times but was only flown by D’han’s brown once more. Elleshia was a very fertile women and she found herself pregnant after almost every flight leaving Endymion with many step-siblings.
D’han Brown Rider, (Late 60’s) Father
Elleshia Green Rider, (Late 50’s) Mother
N'lin Blue Rider, (29 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
C'ven Blue Rider (27 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
Daphi Green Rider (26 Turns) Full Sister
V'cent Brown Rider (23 Turns) Step Brother/Fathers side
Paige Candidate (18 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Irena (12 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Sunra (6 Turns) Step sister/Fathers side
Kicoqin (2 Turns) Step brother/ Mothers side
Pets: None
Appearance: Having grown up in the weyr, Endymion knew the hard work it took to raise a dragon. Helping both of his parents, Endymion found himself grow strong as he helped oil his mothers green and ran errands for his father who was a wing second. Strong from both forms of physical labor, Endymion is no small man. On the contray, he tops off at an even five feet, nine inches and has a sturdy build. Well muscled and flexible, few would dare to argue with the rider.
Living in the south took its toll on more than Endymion’s interior, but his exterior as well. He earned himself a dark tan as he worked outside in the sun more often than not. Along with the sun came the heat and Endymion quickly learned that short hair was not only advisable for the riding gear, but also much cooler than the longer locks he use to have. His short cut hair has a slight curl to it and is such a dark shade of brown that it is often mistaken for being black.
A long, angular face is accented with a strong jaw that has received its fare share of abuse in a fight. Having had several broken noses, Endymion’s isn’t the worst around, but certainly not the prettiest either. While most of the breaks had been clean and healed nicely, one particular one had been brutal and left its tell-tale mark. In any case, one look at his tanned and strongly featured face would leave a person quite sure that Endymion was not one who was scared to stand up to people.
While he spends most of his time with his bronze, Endymion is found in attire other than riding leathers, if you can believe it. When dressing up for an occasion, Endymion likes the darker colors that match his usual mood. Black pants with brown leather boots, he often tops it with one of his favorite shirts; a dark blue with a high collar that gives off an air of importance, or a rich brown with a v-neck that allows him to relax and enjoy himself.
Personality: When a person first looks at Endymion, the first thought that comes to mind is dominance. Being the son of a wing second, Endymion had grown up believing that he to would ride a great dragon and hopefully become a wing second or even a wingleader. After impressing a bronze, he still feels that he will become a great leader in the weyr.
While weyrling hood taught him to follow orders, his quick mind has no problem giving them when needed. He feels dragonriders are a breed above the rest of Pern and has no problem showing that feeling. Dragonriders, he feels, should go back to the north and set the stubborn people there right.
Endymion has a strong mind. Although he often shows up to be dark and stubborn to most, he does actually listen to new ideas. With every new idea comes a new possibility and he is often found brooding over them. His brooding, however, does not slow down his decisiveness on matters and he is often found to be quick to act. When all of this adds up, it is no wonder Endymion often finds himself in fist fights with those he feels are incompetent and slow.
When it comes to women, he could really care less. Women riders are a different story entirely. Just as he feels dragonriders are better, so are the women riders from ordinary women. Having impressed a dragon themselves, Endymion feels that they are where the future lies. From strong women come stronger men. He does not baby them though, whoever heard of a strong man coming from a spoiled kid? Instead he feels they should be encouraged to think for themselves and strive for betterment, but also ruled with an iron fist.
History: Like all of his younger siblings and many other children in the weyr, Endymion was the result of a green mating flight. Elleshia, Endymion’s mother was not like most of the other green riders however. She did not want to give up her son for the weyr to raise as a whole, but wished to raise him herself. She felt that Endymion needed both a mother figure and a father figure in order to become a great rider and in a way she was right.
D’han, Endymion’s father agreed after much debate that actually raising his son might be a good idea. Although D’han was often busy with his wingsecond duties, he still found time to teach his son the lessons he felt was important. They often included building such characteristics as responsibility, loyalty to the weyr, determination, and why it is important to be trustworthy. The one lesson D’han taught his son the best was one that involved a characteristic he never meant for his son to have; Dominance.
Endymion had learned this lesson on one of the days his father was watching him. D’han had tried to get out of it because of a drill he had to run thru with the new wingriders. Elleshia, who had several other children she demanded on raising now, would not let D’han skimp out on his duties. So D’han grudgingly let the six turn old Endymion tag along to where D’han would be watching over the new wingriders. A some point, one of the new brown riders began to argue with D’han saying that the new drill they were learning was pointless and that they should stick with the traditional. D’han would have none of it and reprimanded the rider harshly, forgetting his son was there to hear the words that came out of his mouth. Endymion was amazed to watch as not only the riders fought, but their browns put forth their voices as well.
Afterwards, Endymion asked why his father had been mean to the other rider, not realizing that it was in fact the other rider who started the matter. D’han sighed impatiently and told Endymion that the reason for having a leader, or even a wingsecond, was to make sure everyone was in line and doing things properly and efficiently. If a rider does not listen to their leader, they endanger all of the rest. Without actually saying it, D’han had basically told Endymion how important dominance over those he was in charge of was.
After that, Endymion (10 turns now) was put in charge of many of his younger siblings as he was the oldest. He quickly, but quietly began to show that he was the dominate one. If his father was dominate then he would be too. Endymion, however, chose to demonstrate his dominance in more quiet ways showing his younger brothers that doing it the way he said was quicker. Most quickly learned that it was, in fact, a good idea to listen to Endymion. His brother Nicolin, who was closest to him in age, did not agree. He did not like the idea of Endymion, who was only a turn older, should be telling him what to do. The two found themselves settling their disputes in dark tunnels by means of their fists. Endymion almost always came out victorious, but not before taking a severe beating from his brother. This accounted for most of his broken noses.
Endymion became a candidate at the age of 17, the same year his brother Nicolin became a candidate at the age of 16. A little put out that his brother became candidate a year earlier than himself, Endymion shrugged it off and worked hard to learn his lessons, most of which he already knew from helping his parents. It was in his nineteenth turn that he finally impressed his metalic bronze.
*Endymion woke to the vibrations of the dragons humming. Having already been told what would happen, he pulled the white robe over his bare chest and ran to the hatching sands. There the other candidates had already began to circle around the clutch. Eggs rocking, they began to break out. Everything seemed to go by in a blur to Endymion who shifted silently keeping the hot sands from becoming unbearable.
One particularly large egg caught Endymion’s eye as it rocked. A large crack breaking its surface, it stilled for a moment before the dragon inside gave another final shove toward freedom. The bronze head that came out glistened in the light. The wedge shaped head turned this way and that taking in all who stood before him. Endymion caught his breath as he realized just how beautiful the clumsy little dragons were. The one before him was rather solid for having just hatched and it was clear that he would grow to be magnificent.
Endymion gasped as he realized that the little dragon had began to charge for him. Unsure of what to do, Endymion did as he always did; ignored the first impulse to side step and instead he crouched low in a fighting stance, ready to take the impact of the little dragon. The bronze hit Endymion with his head, a perfect head-butt sending Endymion to land on his ass. The momentum of the bronze, however, was more than the little dragon was ready for and he fell into the arms of Endymion. A snarl came out of the bronze and he made to claw his way out of Endymion’s grasp. Endymion immediately realized the position he was in; if he let go of the dragon it would tear him to shreds, but if he didn’t what would everyone around him think? Would anyone attempt to help?
Deciding to save his own skin rather than worry about everyone else, he held on to the struggling dragon as it thru its weight around. Endymion was amazed by the strength of the bronze and his arms soon began to burn from the exertion. What he didn’t know, however, was that the bronze too was tireing. What are you doing? Release me now. If I must impress, I will impress you because you did not fear me. Now let go of your Malekith, E’mion before I bite you. Endymion instantly let go of the bold little bronze and stared in amazement. None of the other candidates had fought their dragon to impress. Had he done something wrong? Would they be mad? Don’t be stupid. Endymion heard the voice in his head again whom he suspected of being the bronze, Malekith. I chose you and they can’t do a thing about it. I am a bronze and if they wish to compete with me it will be their funeral. Now get up and feed me.
Endymion shook his head. “Alright Alright. But we have to get one thing straight. I am YOUR rider and you are MY dragon. I’m the one in charge here, not you.” You are seriously mistaken. Feed Me. the bronze emphasized this last statement with a growl. Endymion felt a stab of pain as his own stomach began to feel the pang of hunger. Ok, he thought, I’ll feed the little brat first then we’ll worry about who’s in charge. Very Good. Endymion glared at the bronze as he realized he could no longer have his own silent thoughts.*
While Endymion, or E’mion now, regretted having such a dominate dragon he found himself immensely satisfied as they learned their weyrling lessons quickly. Not only did they learn quickly, they were also fighters and fought their way to being top of their class, competed with by only a few. It was soon apparent that the only other weyrlings that would be any match for the pair who argued constantly was in fact other bronzes and their riders. E’mion and Malekith quickly learned that while they still fought each other for dominance over the other, they could not fight while in flight or training. Whenever they did so was when another bronze and rider bested them. During their weyrling years, they learned the hard lesson of working as a team.
Reaching adulthood both knew their hard work had paid off. Not only were they accepted into the Helios Wing, but in their very second year they were made wingsecond. Not long after that they replaced the Wingleader. The two dominant males quickly put the already high-ranking wing into its best shape ever. E'mion and Malekith are both proud of their wing and know that they are more than ready for threat; Fire, Fall or even the North if it came down to it...
Dragon Information
Name: Malekith
Color: Bronze
Age: 11 Turns
Description: A large, solidly built bronze, Malekith is like his rider; one to be reckoned with. Although he is not the largest bronze in the weyr, he is more than capable of besting many of the younger ones a few of the older ones. A fighter at heart, Malekith is more like his rider than is advisable. A deep, metallic bronze, his hide is often pawned over for its threatening yet beautiful appearance. Malekith does not have to try to gain the awe he strikes in many non-riders and riders alike.
Personality: Definatly a dominate male, Malekith will compete with anyone to prove that he is the best. As a dominant male, Malekith finds himself at odds with a lot of other bronzes, the older ones especially who consider him stupid and arrogant, a troublemaker who needs to be taught his place. Most bronzes, however, are hard put to best him. While they often do, it is usually because of a sudden argument with his rider.
Malekith is always at odds with his rider who is also a dominate male, even if they are of separate species. Proud, the bronze often finds himself ignoring his rider just to prove that he does not have to listen to him. When he does decide to listen to his rider though, they almost always come out on top. The two make an unstoppable team, or would if they could put aside their need to be the controlling one.
History: Malekith felt the shell that held him captive give way. Pausing for a moment to get a better place for his feet to rest, Malekith gave a final shove on his shell and it split neatly in two. Looking around, Malekith studied the candidates before him. Finding none of them to his satisfaction, he found himself rumbling angrily. To think they could not give decent candidates! Deciding to show his unhappiness, Malekith charged at the nearest group of candidates. The closest ones scattered, not wanting to be hit and Malekith smiled happily. That’s when he noticed the dark one.
The dark one didn’t even flinch as he had charged the other candidates. No that wouldn’t do, Malekith decided as he fixed his course to hit the boy square. He’d teach him! The boy crouched low instead of moving out of the way. Fine. Malekith thought. If you want to be hit I’ll hit you good and hard. And he did, knocking the boy down. Malekith, however, was furious to find that he too was brought down. Finding the boy holding tightly to him he struggled furious. How dare he!! After a while, the young bronze found himself bested. Looking into the boys face, Malekith was surprised to find that he had a hardened look of a fighter. Deciding quickly that he would not lose, but cause a stalemate instead he impressed the boy.
What are you doing? Release me now. If I must impress, I will impress you because you did not fear me. Now let go of your Malekith, E’mion before I bite you. E’mion instantly let go of the him. Malekith was surprised to find E’mion in such confusion though. Had he done something wrong? Would they be mad? Don’t be stupid. he said tartly, reprimanding his new rider. I chose you and they can’t do a thing about it. I am a bronze and if they wish to compete with me it will be their funeral. Now get up and feed me.
Endymion shook his head. “Alright Alright. But we have to get one thing straight. I am YOUR rider and you are MY dragon. I’m the one in charge here, not you.” You are seriously mistaken. Feed Me. the bronze emphasized this last statement with a growl. Ok, he thought, I’ll feed the little brat first then we’ll worry about who’s in charge. Very Good. E’mion glared at the bronze as he realized he could no longer have his own silent thoughts and Malekith returned the glare calmly. He’d teach his stubborn rider soon enough, for now though, he wanted nothing more than to ease the pain in his stomach.
Clutch: Bronze Azmoveth and Gold Shimeath
