Post by E on May 17, 2007 13:08:56 GMT -5
Character Information
Name: Endymion ~ E’mion
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 37 (Late Fall Birthing Day in turn 2371)
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, (70’s) Father
Elleshia Green Rider, (60’s) Mother
N'lin Blue Rider, (36 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
C'ven Blue Rider (34 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
Daphi Green Rider (33 Turns) Full Sister
V'cent Brown Rider (30 Turns) Step Brother/Fathers side
Paige Drudge (25 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Irena Drudge (19 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Sunra (13 Turns) Step sister/Fathers side
Kicoqin (9 Turns) Step brother/ Mothers side
Pets: None
Appearance: Having been not only a bronze rider for many turns, E’mion has also been the wingleader of a rather active wing leaving him no small man. On the contrary, 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. Those that have, have found a man born to fight and have nearly never bested him. There are few who can and all are of the highest rank bronze riders, but even they are hard put as the man does not know how to stay down.
As a fighter, E’mion is not without his fair share of ‘trophies’ most being in the form of scars that only make his already chiseled body look harsher. His long, angular face is accented with more than just a strong jaw, but a nose that has had its own fair share of breaks; two of which now show. The first was from his brother leaving a nice little bump in the bridge of his nose while the other had been from G’llahar, the Lateo weyrleader which left his nose slightly askew to the side. At a glance, however, it is only the bump that is noticeable; it would take a good look to see G’llahar’s mark.
Newest upon his darkly tanned and roughly muscular body is a set of scars leaving still red lines on his skin. While the most often visible one is the single line drawn across the back of his right hand, the one everyone quickly takes notice to and never fail to whisper about is the four parallel lines that run down his torso from his right shoulder blade down and around to end barely past his right hip bone – won from the feline fight that lost him a good number of his wing. Despite the pain it had offered even in the beginning, it hardly slowed the stubborn man down – E’mion’s actions only causing it to take longer to heal which is the reason for it to still be tinted red with the white scar tissue only just beginning to form for good.
E’mion still keeps his hair cut short, although lately he has let his facial hair grow, giving him a rather scruffy look and slightly blurring the strength of his jaw. It does not, however, soften his image but make it even rougher. If all of these changes in the recent years combined have not made people think twice about crossing this dominate male, the changes to his bronze dragon who has become much closer to his rider should settle any questions.
While seeing E’mion in attire other than riding leathers use to be rare at Lateo, it was still possible. Now that he has returned from Muneo Weyr, however, no one has yet to see him in anything but. He owns two shirts that are not used in drills or work, but he is never seen in them any more. Several factors have played into this, but most notably is the lack of reason or even a begrudging will to.
Personality: After many turns in Muneo Weyr, E’mion has changed slightly, though not in the way most women might have hoped. If anything, the bronze rider has become much more blunt with his words just as he had become more harsh in his physical appearance. There is an air to E’mion now that makes him appear to always be fierce and ready for a fight, in which is usually the case. After the different incidents that have happened since moving to Muneo it is no wonder that, if it were even possible, E’mion has become much more serious than he ever was.
Always a dominate male, E’mion has found that having a much freer reign in Muneo out of the sight of G’llahar has left him even more demanding of those beneath him. While his wing can only feel pride in their wingleader, others have slowly found themselves wondering at his motives and decisions. Few, however, openly question him or his bronze and for good reason too.
While weyrling hood taught him to follow orders, his quick mind has no problem giving them when needed and he found being a wingleader has only enhanced this ability. A natural leader, the dominate side of E’mion comes to be of much value here along with his quick, 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.
E’mion feels dragonriders are a breed above the rest of Pern and has no problem showing that feeling. Dragonriders, he finds himself believing, should go back to the north and set the stubborn people there right. Not quite in the complete take-over of Pern by one Weyr, but he would not say no to the holds answering to the Riders rather than the Riders answering to the Holds like they had done so many turns before. This is one view he does not speak outloud.
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, E’mion 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. Most women E’mion has no problem looking over, or even thru and using them solely for flights. One, however, he can not manage to shake from his thoughts or even look thru. It is partially this woman, that made E’mion decide he needed to go to Muneo in hopes of clearing his head.
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 metallic 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.
Graduation came with the brownrider T’kil tapping E’mion on the shoulder as the very second one chosen on graduation day. T’kil was a middle-aged rider then and the newest wingsecond in the Helios wing. Now a rider at Helios, E’mion found his life changing drasticly as he learned more and more about the background of the wing and the strange ways their drills were conducted. A wing that had never truly been welcomed in either the north or the south, it was a renegade wing and it seemed to house every true roughneck in the Weyr. E’mion fit right in though he was one of the more serious ones.
After five years in the wing, E’mion found himself and his dragon argueing with the older riders over many things, most of all traditions in the wing. He was surprised how many called for him to be grounded and kicked out of the wing, but his stubborn glare only seemed to make the wingleader smile. There were many who were not happy to see him promoted to wingsecond, mostly the older riders. A few of the younger ones, like the wingleader, found themselves drawn to the man, however, as his natural ability to lead shone threw.
It was when E’mion turned twenty seven that two things happened that changed his life drastically. The first was the promotion to wingleader of Helios wing. He had been ready for wingsecond, but he was more than surprised to find his young wingleader retiring. E’mion had been blind to the fact that his wingleader and teacher had a joint ailment and was now unable to fly. The dominate man, however, did not allow himself to brew on this too long as he accepted and started drills harder than usual. This was also the turn that E’mion learned of what A’dan and the other ranking bronzes had been doing in the North. It was his to his pleasure that he was quickly one of A’dan’s favorites alongside the bronze rider G’llahar to send.
As summer of that turn approached, everyone was surprised to find another golden egg upon the sands. A’dan felt the need for new blood in the Weyr and with very strict orders, he sent several bronze riders north. E’mion was not pleased to have been chosen to stay behind as Malekith did not have the ‘sense’ for such things. Several had been successful, but the Helios wingleader was oblivious to the means of just how the man named J’dear had come by one a candidates, risking everything A’dan had been working for. He learned, however, by his wingsecond T’kil about a week later and was not in the best of moods.
Searching out the man that night, he was not pleased to find him pressed against a woman in a back hallway. Just as he considered pulling a knife on the man, he heard the woman cry out and recognized her as one of the candidates rather than a drudge. As much as he hated women, he couldn’t help but feel obligated to stop matters as she was a gold candidate and golds were a step above the rest. Stopping the man’s hand before he could hit the woman, he twisted the man around by brute force and exchanged some rough words before sending him on his way. Turning on the woman, he looked her up and down, not able to miss the lack of material covering. A weak attempt at reassurance was all he gave her before following where J’dear had gone to knock some sense into the man. He does not regret his actions as the woman, who he learned was called Kyparla, impressed the golden hatchling on the sands.
Only a mere turn and a half later, E’mion was changed again as he watched the weyrleader die. Finding himself now facing G’llahar, E’mion thought things would still be okay as G’llahar had been part of A’dan’s plans to go back north. Strangly enough, the bronze rider made Weyrleader did not feel the same. He believed that A’dan had meant something else entirely which just left E’mion baffled. How dense could a man get? At sharp odds with the man instantly, E’mion could not begin to express his frustration as G’llahar called for all association with the north to be stopped. It was then that E’mion began his own operations with Helios riders only, to continue going north.
When Savath rose, the bronze rider thought he could solve many problems he seen by sending Malekith up. He was not prepared, however, for G’llahar’s to catch the gold instead. Completely pissed once again, E’mion found himself sleeping less and less as he struggled to look for a way to convince the riders north. He knew fall was coming soon just like everyone else, but they just wouldn’t act!
Two turns later, the founding of Muneo Weyr began and E’mion could not help but find redemption in being sent to build it. The building meant less times for drills and much, much more work, but he was finally out from under G’llahar’s watchful eye. He sent his wingsecond S’hon north several times in his years at the weyr along with the brown pair L’nuo and R’lan. Plans to send the bronze rider G’rec up soon are in place, but have not yet begun as E’mion wants another to show the young rider the ropes of such a mission.
A call from Vir Hold left all northern plans put on hold as Helios was sent to help with a slight feline problem. Having taken care of one at Terra already, the wing was not prepared for so many who were obviously smarter than the last batch had been. Loosing two greens and an older blue rider, none of the Helios wing had been prepared for the sounds or the image of dying dragons jumping between to leave their riders begging for death. It was E’mion himself who granted it to the two men and woman. Malekith and E’mion both came out scathed along with many of the other riders. Helios was a wing broken and the healing is taking longer than usual, especially for the wingleader.
As if to emphasize the wingleaders loss, it wasn’t more than a few days later until the inactive volcano that Muneo Weyr was founded in decided it wasn’t going to be inactive any long. With little warning even more riders were lost as the dragonriders in the weyr scrambled to get out – loosing nearly all of their possessions in the process. Many now return to Lateo and Sodalis with heavy coughs from the thick smoke, brooding in their losses.
Name: Endymion ~ E’mion
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 37 (Late Fall Birthing Day in turn 2371)
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, (70’s) Father
Elleshia Green Rider, (60’s) Mother
N'lin Blue Rider, (36 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
C'ven Blue Rider (34 Turns) Step Brother/Mothers side
Daphi Green Rider (33 Turns) Full Sister
V'cent Brown Rider (30 Turns) Step Brother/Fathers side
Paige Drudge (25 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Irena Drudge (19 Turns) Step Sister/Mothers side
Sunra (13 Turns) Step sister/Fathers side
Kicoqin (9 Turns) Step brother/ Mothers side
Pets: None
Appearance: Having been not only a bronze rider for many turns, E’mion has also been the wingleader of a rather active wing leaving him no small man. On the contrary, 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. Those that have, have found a man born to fight and have nearly never bested him. There are few who can and all are of the highest rank bronze riders, but even they are hard put as the man does not know how to stay down.
As a fighter, E’mion is not without his fair share of ‘trophies’ most being in the form of scars that only make his already chiseled body look harsher. His long, angular face is accented with more than just a strong jaw, but a nose that has had its own fair share of breaks; two of which now show. The first was from his brother leaving a nice little bump in the bridge of his nose while the other had been from G’llahar, the Lateo weyrleader which left his nose slightly askew to the side. At a glance, however, it is only the bump that is noticeable; it would take a good look to see G’llahar’s mark.
Newest upon his darkly tanned and roughly muscular body is a set of scars leaving still red lines on his skin. While the most often visible one is the single line drawn across the back of his right hand, the one everyone quickly takes notice to and never fail to whisper about is the four parallel lines that run down his torso from his right shoulder blade down and around to end barely past his right hip bone – won from the feline fight that lost him a good number of his wing. Despite the pain it had offered even in the beginning, it hardly slowed the stubborn man down – E’mion’s actions only causing it to take longer to heal which is the reason for it to still be tinted red with the white scar tissue only just beginning to form for good.
E’mion still keeps his hair cut short, although lately he has let his facial hair grow, giving him a rather scruffy look and slightly blurring the strength of his jaw. It does not, however, soften his image but make it even rougher. If all of these changes in the recent years combined have not made people think twice about crossing this dominate male, the changes to his bronze dragon who has become much closer to his rider should settle any questions.
While seeing E’mion in attire other than riding leathers use to be rare at Lateo, it was still possible. Now that he has returned from Muneo Weyr, however, no one has yet to see him in anything but. He owns two shirts that are not used in drills or work, but he is never seen in them any more. Several factors have played into this, but most notably is the lack of reason or even a begrudging will to.
Personality: After many turns in Muneo Weyr, E’mion has changed slightly, though not in the way most women might have hoped. If anything, the bronze rider has become much more blunt with his words just as he had become more harsh in his physical appearance. There is an air to E’mion now that makes him appear to always be fierce and ready for a fight, in which is usually the case. After the different incidents that have happened since moving to Muneo it is no wonder that, if it were even possible, E’mion has become much more serious than he ever was.
Always a dominate male, E’mion has found that having a much freer reign in Muneo out of the sight of G’llahar has left him even more demanding of those beneath him. While his wing can only feel pride in their wingleader, others have slowly found themselves wondering at his motives and decisions. Few, however, openly question him or his bronze and for good reason too.
While weyrling hood taught him to follow orders, his quick mind has no problem giving them when needed and he found being a wingleader has only enhanced this ability. A natural leader, the dominate side of E’mion comes to be of much value here along with his quick, 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.
E’mion feels dragonriders are a breed above the rest of Pern and has no problem showing that feeling. Dragonriders, he finds himself believing, should go back to the north and set the stubborn people there right. Not quite in the complete take-over of Pern by one Weyr, but he would not say no to the holds answering to the Riders rather than the Riders answering to the Holds like they had done so many turns before. This is one view he does not speak outloud.
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, E’mion 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. Most women E’mion has no problem looking over, or even thru and using them solely for flights. One, however, he can not manage to shake from his thoughts or even look thru. It is partially this woman, that made E’mion decide he needed to go to Muneo in hopes of clearing his head.
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 metallic 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.
Graduation came with the brownrider T’kil tapping E’mion on the shoulder as the very second one chosen on graduation day. T’kil was a middle-aged rider then and the newest wingsecond in the Helios wing. Now a rider at Helios, E’mion found his life changing drasticly as he learned more and more about the background of the wing and the strange ways their drills were conducted. A wing that had never truly been welcomed in either the north or the south, it was a renegade wing and it seemed to house every true roughneck in the Weyr. E’mion fit right in though he was one of the more serious ones.
After five years in the wing, E’mion found himself and his dragon argueing with the older riders over many things, most of all traditions in the wing. He was surprised how many called for him to be grounded and kicked out of the wing, but his stubborn glare only seemed to make the wingleader smile. There were many who were not happy to see him promoted to wingsecond, mostly the older riders. A few of the younger ones, like the wingleader, found themselves drawn to the man, however, as his natural ability to lead shone threw.
It was when E’mion turned twenty seven that two things happened that changed his life drastically. The first was the promotion to wingleader of Helios wing. He had been ready for wingsecond, but he was more than surprised to find his young wingleader retiring. E’mion had been blind to the fact that his wingleader and teacher had a joint ailment and was now unable to fly. The dominate man, however, did not allow himself to brew on this too long as he accepted and started drills harder than usual. This was also the turn that E’mion learned of what A’dan and the other ranking bronzes had been doing in the North. It was his to his pleasure that he was quickly one of A’dan’s favorites alongside the bronze rider G’llahar to send.
As summer of that turn approached, everyone was surprised to find another golden egg upon the sands. A’dan felt the need for new blood in the Weyr and with very strict orders, he sent several bronze riders north. E’mion was not pleased to have been chosen to stay behind as Malekith did not have the ‘sense’ for such things. Several had been successful, but the Helios wingleader was oblivious to the means of just how the man named J’dear had come by one a candidates, risking everything A’dan had been working for. He learned, however, by his wingsecond T’kil about a week later and was not in the best of moods.
Searching out the man that night, he was not pleased to find him pressed against a woman in a back hallway. Just as he considered pulling a knife on the man, he heard the woman cry out and recognized her as one of the candidates rather than a drudge. As much as he hated women, he couldn’t help but feel obligated to stop matters as she was a gold candidate and golds were a step above the rest. Stopping the man’s hand before he could hit the woman, he twisted the man around by brute force and exchanged some rough words before sending him on his way. Turning on the woman, he looked her up and down, not able to miss the lack of material covering. A weak attempt at reassurance was all he gave her before following where J’dear had gone to knock some sense into the man. He does not regret his actions as the woman, who he learned was called Kyparla, impressed the golden hatchling on the sands.
Only a mere turn and a half later, E’mion was changed again as he watched the weyrleader die. Finding himself now facing G’llahar, E’mion thought things would still be okay as G’llahar had been part of A’dan’s plans to go back north. Strangly enough, the bronze rider made Weyrleader did not feel the same. He believed that A’dan had meant something else entirely which just left E’mion baffled. How dense could a man get? At sharp odds with the man instantly, E’mion could not begin to express his frustration as G’llahar called for all association with the north to be stopped. It was then that E’mion began his own operations with Helios riders only, to continue going north.
When Savath rose, the bronze rider thought he could solve many problems he seen by sending Malekith up. He was not prepared, however, for G’llahar’s to catch the gold instead. Completely pissed once again, E’mion found himself sleeping less and less as he struggled to look for a way to convince the riders north. He knew fall was coming soon just like everyone else, but they just wouldn’t act!
Two turns later, the founding of Muneo Weyr began and E’mion could not help but find redemption in being sent to build it. The building meant less times for drills and much, much more work, but he was finally out from under G’llahar’s watchful eye. He sent his wingsecond S’hon north several times in his years at the weyr along with the brown pair L’nuo and R’lan. Plans to send the bronze rider G’rec up soon are in place, but have not yet begun as E’mion wants another to show the young rider the ropes of such a mission.
A call from Vir Hold left all northern plans put on hold as Helios was sent to help with a slight feline problem. Having taken care of one at Terra already, the wing was not prepared for so many who were obviously smarter than the last batch had been. Loosing two greens and an older blue rider, none of the Helios wing had been prepared for the sounds or the image of dying dragons jumping between to leave their riders begging for death. It was E’mion himself who granted it to the two men and woman. Malekith and E’mion both came out scathed along with many of the other riders. Helios was a wing broken and the healing is taking longer than usual, especially for the wingleader.
As if to emphasize the wingleaders loss, it wasn’t more than a few days later until the inactive volcano that Muneo Weyr was founded in decided it wasn’t going to be inactive any long. With little warning even more riders were lost as the dragonriders in the weyr scrambled to get out – loosing nearly all of their possessions in the process. Many now return to Lateo and Sodalis with heavy coughs from the thick smoke, brooding in their losses.
