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Hair Color: dark red
Eye Color: soft, light apple green
Personality: Speedy and emotional, the rider is excessively
impressive and dynamic.
Colour: Black Night
Size: 27.6 metres (blue)
Parents: cwerty x kevverth
Personality: Sturdy and intelligent, the
dragon is very spry and dangerous
Hatched in: Circle 3
Shaymar looked around as he was pushed inside, driven by the candidates
that were coming in behind him. There was little he could do to change the
direction he was headed as people from Eriol Weyr dictated where everyone
was going. Still, with his slender build and fast reflexes, Shaymar did
make certain he was one of the first to reach the third circle, making
sure he got a good spot.
He was close to the eggs and could hear the tapping of claws on the inside
of the egg nearest him. The soft scraping and tapping somehow sounded
ominous but Shaymar couldn't avert his attention away. Moving closer,
Shaymar bent down to listen as the tapping and scraping continued,
accompagnied by a low growl.
Suddenly the egg burst open, spraying Shaymar in shards of eggshell. But
Shaymar hardly noticed it as he was looking into bright swirling eyes. The
dragon's hide was black as shade, making it seem as if the eyes lacked a
body, and would follow him wherever he went. A shiver went down his spine
as a cold and dark voice spoke in his mind:
"Jhanihth. You are mine."
Jhanihth was still a bit creepy and most other weyrling dragons kept their
distance. This didn't bother the black dragon as he was driven to get to
great heighths. Shaymar was also quite competitive and together they
trained hard. Some would even say they trained excessively, but the pair
never made mistakes so the Weyrlingmaster could hardly berate them for
doing the extra work.
Some of the older riders were worried about the way the black dragon kept
his rider from interacting with other humans. It was almost like he was
too possessive, too controlling of the human. Some of them even had the
nerve to ask the young man if he needed some help or companionship, to
which they got an odd look and a polite refusal.
"You can go with them." the
black dragon whispered in Shaymar's mind.
"Why would I?" the young athlete asked, "I don't mind your
"I seem to remember you were frightened by
me when we first met."
"You are quite intense on first contact." Shaymar replied,
"I've gotten used to it."
"Hmmm. Fine with me."
Jhanihth rapped his talons in an ennerving rhythm. The uneven pattern and
long deliberate pauses put most of the humans in an uncomfortable mood.
Shaymar took note of his dragon's agitation but knw Jhanith was too driven
to stop in the middle of a test. They would finish and then they would
talk about what was rattling his usually unperturbed and sneeky dragon.
Who knows, the tapping could just be Jhanihth's way to confuse the
competition though they usually didn't interfere with other pairs during
An hour later they were released from training and Shaymar glanced at
Jhanihth as the dragon nervously lashed his tail around.
"What's gotten you all riled up?"
"I feel like I need to act. Prowl. Hunt.
Chase." Jhanihth hissed.
Shaymar quickly listed the possible causes in his mind. Jhanihth had eaten
normally and couldn't be hungry yet. He'd never been one to hunt
mindlessly. But he was a young adult male and Shaymar had a good idea
about what could cause such feelings. His dragon had always been on the
more instinctive side of wild. He needed to find a female dragon on the
flight board who'd be able to hold her own. And preferably one who was
flying right now.
"Let's go fly." Shaymar said, determined to siffon some of the
"Fly. Chase, Catch." Jhanihth agreed.
Adopted at Eriol Weyr, the Backwards Frenzy (closed)
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