Bonder Page for Paniya
||Twin of Grenivdel
||Tall and muscular, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He
looks like a day on the beach.
||Rebel WITH a cause. Namely being popular and liked by
others. He doesn't know when to stop though. He hates it when Grenivdel
tries to talk him out of doing "stupid things".
Red male Gedawik (Caer
Paniya Clutch 2, Parents Purple Ksotsik and Black Farabak)
shiny reflective wingsails; 6’6s; power level 73;
||6 think to others than
bond/dragons; 5 verbal speech, sense animals; 4 (command dragons -
this is a rarely used power for this dragon) fire breath (6 highest
>> 1 lowest ability)
Strange, who could be calling him? Reznik didn’t know. He had gone out to
meet some friends and knew there wasn’t anyone here. He dashed over the
grass to the shadow of a big tree just in case. Then he saw Grenivdel
looking out of the window. He let his breath escape, just his sister. If he
could just get to the others. He was nervous. They would be able to help
him. He needed a drink. That would calm him down.
He would meet "the boss" tonight. A man who was respected and feared by all
who knew him. It was a big step for him. Until now he had just done the
club's dirty work. Delivering packages and temporarily keeping some stuff at
his house. Small stuff, nothing important. There must be thousands of others
willing to do what he was doing. But they had chosen him. And now he'd meet
"The boss" was a small and slender boy of about 17 years. Reznik had
imagined a tall and dark man older than himself. There was something odd
about this boy too. He looked too slick. Maybe it were his eyes. They were
really dark and hostile. But then, didn't he hate the world too?
"the boss" -Reznik wondered what his name was- hushed everyone to silence
and then spoke:
"We have a new member amongst us. But before he's found worthy, he needs
to undergo some challenges!" Loud cheers all around. The new member
would be him, Reznik knew all the others were already members. He got
nervous again. He sipped from his drink. He hadn't eaten since that morning
and was getting hungry. He didn't see any food around though. He was so
nervous he would just burn that alcohol off. He had only had two glasses.
"Come closer." Reznik came closer.
"Friend, the first trial is the cruelty trial. You see before you 2
bunnies. Kill them." Thos last words were spoken with an eerie soft
voice. He couldn't hurt them. Reznik had always enjoyed the company of
"I...I can't." he said.
"Sorry...You aren't cruel. Didn't we tell you their are punishments for
not obeying?" "the boss" giggled. He snapped his fingers and Reznik got
"Drink you shall!"
Someone came closer with a barrel of alcohol. They filled a pint and made
him drink it, and then another one. Then he was brought back to the bunnies.
Several trials later, Reznik felt really weird. He couldn't kill those
bunnies, at first because he didn't want to, later because he couldn't. He
could barely stand or control his movements. He passed out.
They brought him home and tossed him in the yard. It wasn't their job to
watch over him. He couldn't even handle a little liquor! A soft red glare
came down on them from above. It shrieked.
Swave didn't like these humans. What were they doing to the other he knew?
He flew around them, trying to see what happened.
They just left. The other dropped on the grass. Swave tried to wake him. He
pulled his sleeves.
Reznik awoke from his drunken sleep in the yard. Something pulling at his
sleeve. He felt sick. This wasn't right. He tried to get up, but his arms
felt like rubber. His entire body was sore. He gave up and fell back down,
sleeping before his face hit the ground.
The small red flitter didn't quite know what to do. He flew around this
human and decided he could go sleep too. He teleported back in the room of
the human with the soft red hair and went to sleep.
He awoke again. He was laying in a bed and was very sick. His stomach nearly
turning as he opened his eyes.
"Easy. You don't want to do too much in your condition."
It was Eowelia. He had seen her a couple of times with his sister.
"Where am I?"
"At the Caer. And you'll stay here. Just long enough to see your sister
"What?" Reznik was really confused.
"She is a bonder for our current clutch."
"It a better way to be respected than what you are doing." He could hear
Eo's disgust in those words.
"Who told you I'm doing this to be respected? I do this because I'm mad
at the world and I don't see the point in it anymore."
"You are really convinced it's that, right?"
Eo shook her head and left him. He was too far gone at the moment to
realise what he was doing. She had seen it often enough before.
Reznik closed is eyes again, but he couldn't sleep anymore. He was wide
awake and thought of what had happened. He had never known Grenivdel wanted
to bond. But then, when was the last time he had really spoken to her? Half
a year ago? He knew she liked coming to the Caer, but he had just thought it
was because of that retched Eowelia.
He slowly got up. He was still weak, and his stomach ached, but he knew he
wasn't going to throw up. The room he was in was shady and cool. He went out
and saw that it was night. Stars shining high above him. He looked around
the Caer and saw the dunes.
He wanted to think about Grenivdel bonding a dragon. the dunes would be
perfect. His head wasn't all that clear yet. He moved carefully towards the
dunes and jumped in the air when he heard: "You
won't get to see them!"
"None of your business. Move on and don't think
about taking them. I'm watching you!"
Then he noticed the little purple patch that was a shade lighter than the
night air. It was a dragon.
"I just want to think."
"Everybody keeps saying that, they swarm around the
dunes and become bonders." The dragon's eyes glowed softly in the
"Reznik? is that you?" Eo asked.
"I thought you would come here. Look at the eggs. They are very
He looked at them. They looked like normal eggs to him. But the longer he
looked at them the more difference he saw between them. The interesting
patterns and the soft colours swirled in front of his eyes.
"Sleeping. It is Midnight."
They were silent for a while. Both thinking their own thoughts.
"I think I will stay too."
"Is this because I said those things earlier?"
"No, partly maybe. I don't want to be like that anymore. This will be a new
The dark purple dragon snorted as yet another human had dared to disturb
her night's rest with becoming a bonder. This example didn't seem worthy at
Qalam walked on the dunes, talking to the dragons and their riders:
Purple Ksotsik, ridden by Contedever and Black Farabak, ridden by Arnes and
the 2nd surprise clutch by Gold Fayvazh and Red Maddoz when suddenly all
five of the dragons in the cavern lifted their heads as one. The purple and
gold on the dunes both peered at their eggs, the purple much more excited,
and the gold a little more picky about what she gazed at. So instead of
suggesting a sandwich and chilled coffee, Jasmine, rider of Maddoz, hinted
that Qalam should start getting their potential bonders on the dunes. He in
turn communed with his dragon, who noisily trumpeted from the top of the
peak and soared around the entire Caer town. While they had been eager to
gather candidates, this call was meant for those who would observe as well.
A few of the local inhabitants had put up the visiting bonder potentials in
their homes, and hustled out with them.
Two of those stood close together, though truth be told one of them was
leaning heavily on the other: Grenivdel had roused her sleeping twin Reznik,
and dragged him to the sands. He’d been there before, too, they both had
come past the eggs on occasion. Somewhat to the distress of the dragons
there, but... none the less. They were familiar faces, and though twins,
they looked rather disparate with the elegant red-haired Grenivdel, and her
blond brother remaining a bit disheveled at any given moment. But he steeled
himself, stood straighter and brushed the sand out of his hair when he spied
Qalam - and the mothers and fathers of these two nests - staring at him in
2 eggs hatched and bonded. The first a silver with seemingly reflective
wings, the second a purple. Another of the eggs that the queen was guarding
more protectively than the others hatched. And, she had compelling reason to
glare at the boy that she just knew would be its intended bond. Out from
that egg was an incredibly shiny deep red wing, which reached out and
smacked its mother’s neck a few times in the effort of breaking the shell.
And unlike the silver earlier, this one’s egg did seem to have remnants of
goo and liquid in it, which made the sounds of that smacking quite audible.
Obviously red, and this time obviously normal for its color type as a male,
the body of this dragon was much brighter and speckled with what looked at
first to be just sand - no, it was a pattern of very fine markings, darker
at the feet and bright at the face. Those wings and crest though! They were
like liquid, and to that one bonding candidate that Ksotsik glared at, it
looked more like wine than blood.
He gulped, Reznik realized that wine would be the lowest priority on his
list now. It had to be. And, seemingly emboldened by the sailor’s strange
speech toward the queen, Reznik inclined his own head as he approached her
and the hatchling.
“He calls himself Gedawik, and he calls to me... I can’t deny that I’ve
had my share of screw-ups. It looks like I’ll have to try living up to
those standards now too.”
The other bonder Shaeen was already out of earshot, but everyone knew he
meant the sailor by now.
“No more stupid stunts, I promise, I told you that night and I will say it
again.” He tried straightening and saluting but there was goo on his hand
from the hatchling’s still-wet skin, and he wound up slapping himself with
half a shard of shell. Egg on his face literally, even he couldn’t stop
himself from laughing with the rest at that. The queen rumbled with it too -
were they on equal footing at last?
Excited for her brother, as well as his seeming to accept his new more
serious lifestyle, Grenivdel hadn’t seen the one shell nearby break and
chip in a careful line. It was almost a perfect halving, and delicately held
mottled silver paws pushed outward to open the top of the shell as though it
was a hatch. The face that poked out after determining the opening was wide
enough seemed marked as well, though as with many sand-covered wet
hatchlings all around the Nexus, it would be difficult saying which dark
bits were sand, and which might be dragon. It became clearer that they were
markings when she (clearly she, the little queen she was) stood up and out
of the bottom half of the shell, as most of her body was free from any
changes in color. Her wing fingers were darkly mottled, as well as the
sails, though crest and tail spade seemed much lighter in color overall. And
she knew she was pretty: she stood for a moment preening and caught the eye
of her mother. A brief and private conversation went on between mother and
daughter, and then the dragonet strode with some amount of wobble toward
The dragonet’s wings looked for all the world like plush fur, a more matte
texture than her still shiny body. She started warbling for attention, which
did the job more than adequately, as the red-haired girl turned in
Both of them exclaimed together, the dragon working up to it beforehand, and
the girl blurting it out to make sure she heard it right inside her mind.
The dragon didn’t speak any further, but it was clear that she would be
known for being talkative. The little red caerlizard that had been hiding
under Grenivdel’s hair peeked out at their laughter, but hid again when
the silver dragonet locked on to him. “Swave isn’t for you to chase,”
Grenivdel asserted, “but I bet you’ll like the food they have ready!”
She escorted the hatchling off the dunes, where all the siblings reunited.
Climbing the mountain wall, Reznik tried to ignore Gedawik hovering by
his side. Each time the dragon flapped his wings, a huge gust of wind nearly
knocked him from the mountain.
"You're not helping." he told his dragon.
"Why must you climb when we can fly?"
"Because I want to become fit and hanging around on yur back isn't
going to achieve that."
"I can't dispute that... but couldn't you like, run or something?"
"I hate running."
Reznik returned to the task at hand. raising his arm and grasping the ledge
that hung just a bit too high... and not making it. With a yell he lost his
footing too. Gedawik grabbed his collar and flew him down.
"Not dieing would be nice too. You can't die from going on a run."
Reznik sighed and started again.
"Reznik", Gedawik asked.
"Yes?" Reznik returned.
"Isn't it about time we though about the next step?"
"Oh I already am. If I keep up the training regiment, we'll be able to
join the fighting ranks by next month."
"Well that's fine."
"How long has it been since we... had some fun? And by we I mean
Reznik laughed as he caught the mental images his dragon was barely keeping
contained. "Indeed it has been a long time since I've had fun. Remember
I promised your mother I'd be good."
"Well, but I'm as good as an adult now, I surely don't need constant
"You have a point."
"I have someone in mind." Gedawik continued, nudging Reznik
Isle - Gineya Isle