Description: Uor is tall and lanky with long limbs and sinewy
muscles. No matter the training he puts in, he just can't bulk up. He has
blond hair that's a bit long, slanted brown eyes a wide nose and full lips.
Uor wears sturdy work clothes that don't hinder his movement and don't wear
Personality: Uor is a quiet young man. Growing up in a family where
his sister won over all the adults with her smiles and bubbly personality
made him retreat to the background a bit. He didn't rebel, he didn't act
out, basically he was the dependable older brother that everyone expected
him to be. Uor enjoys working on mechanical parts. For fun he likes to sing
Family: Parents, younger sister Viale.
Skills: Mechanical mind, Absolute hearing.
"What did you bring back this time?" Uor asked his sister as she
snuck in with a full backpack.
"Nothing much." she smiled sweetly, hiding the rather big back
behind her back.
Uor shook his head and let his sister be. She was loved by anyone and even
when that meant he had faded more in the background by her bright light, he
just couldn't get mad at her. She was like the sun: bright and loving with
an unmatched energy and warmed. And then he guessed he was like the moon:
quiet and modest, cool and working behind the scenes. Sometimes he lamented
his position but he was too passive to actually try to change it. He just
accepted it and had found his place in the community.
Viale quickly ran into her room and closed the door. She knew full well that
her brother wouldn't tattle. And to be honest, she hadn't broken any rules.
She had bought her new decoration with her own money. Tavula had given her a
discount for her help. So it hadn't even cost that much.
Viale and Tavula had become fast friends over their shared love of interior
decorating. Since the other young woman had returned after bonding a nekrat,
she'd set up a little business selling the items she created. Viale very
much wanted to join in the venture but as it stood, Tavula had too few
clients to be able to afford an extra worker.
Viale carefully took the glass orb out of her backpack and sighed. The glass
was imperfect but reflected the sun all the more for all it's flaws. Inside
small beads of glass and seashells formed a delicate filigree through which
the light filtered in several colours. Giddy, Viale hung the trinket in
front of her window and sighed happily. She dropped down in her bed and
laughed. Buying something new always felt so good.
Uor heard his sister laugh and figured he would let her be since she sounded
so happy. And who was he kidding, he would have let her be anyway. Well
maybe not if she'd been crying. He turned back to his own room and started
working on the music box he'd been working on. The inside mechanic tapped
several metal strips in term as the wheel was turned, playing a short
melody. Usually he worked on larger things, like the wagons of the caravans
and the machinery they used. But it felt nice to work on something so small
and delicate for a change.
Before he knew it, he started humming the tune he'd programmed into the
music box. In the next room over, Viale listened to her brother sing, once
again wondering why he didn't pursue his singing since he so liked doing it.
But it wasn't up to her to make his decisions.
Nighttime came and went and the next morning dawned bright and early. Woken
by birdsong, Viale got up and ate breakfast. Her brother appeared not much
later. Their parents were already at their respective jobs.
"Any plans?" Viale asked her brother.
"Maybe some karaoke." Uor admitted.
"Cool, can I come?" she asked, hoping a certain one of her
brother's friends would also be around. She'd been crushing on him
"Sure." Uor shurgged, "We've promised to meet at the coast
"That's early." Viale prodded.
"Apparently the nekrats like our songs right after their meal."
"I bet they like your voice." she added a compliment.
"They like everyone's singing." Uor deflected it.
Viale let it go. Noon wasn't that far off since they'd slept in. The both of
them got ready, which basically meant they got dressed for swimming and
packed a few towels and some snacks. And then they were off to the beach.
Singing and dancing in the warm autumn sun felt good. Though the water was
cooling now that summer was gone, most of them still tried it since they
were around. Within a few weeks the sea would be too cold to try more than
walking barefoot through it so getting some fun in while they could felt all
the more important.
Uor sang a duet with Viale and blushed when the others applauded. His sister
had a good singing voice as well. People loved her no matter what she did.
She seemed to think otherwise though and nudged him with a quick whisper of:
"You see? You should sing more."
Before he could tell her it was her voice that they'd loved, a sleek muzzle
pushed at his calves.
"You both sing beautiful." the
sapphire nekrat commented, "You should come
with me so you can sing for the other nekrats at Lantessama."
"We can't be that good." Uor saig.
"Sure you are." Viale told him, "Could you take us?" she
asked the sapphire sea dragon.
"Definitely." the nekrat
replied, "it would be even better if you could
sing for the eggs. I know they'd hatch healthy if they'd hear you sing to
Pond Beroul was watching over her eggs in the Lantessama
Bay and had loved every moment of living through a - for her - new
experience. Always wanting to learn and know more, she was eager to see
what would happen. Sometimes she'd noticed small tremors in the eggs. It
almost felt like her babies had been talking to each other. Beroul herself
couldn't remember anything from before she'd been born. Maybe it was a
trait from the sire's side of their genetics. But before Beroul could ask
Moeomth, something changed in the waters. The change was slight and
if she'd not been such a scientifically fuelled mind, she probably
wouldn't have noticed. Small fountain splashes signalled that the eggs were in fact
hatching and everyone scrambled to get the candidates at the scene. As
usual some approached the bay from the sea-side, while others came over
the beach. Humans, dragons, and some beings in between all rushed toward
the bay. When they arrived, they found that the hatchlings had waited...
and had made some decisions ahead of time though those would only become
apparent at the end of the hatching.
Some dragonets dove deep while others rose up, extending thin but strong
wings that could both be used to propel them through air and water.
Flippered feet, webbed ears and a set of nekrat whiskers became evident as
some of the hatchlings left the water. Some had colours that clearly
resembled the hues of nekrats, but some were most definitely different.
Like the pink male that shot up out of the water and quickly bonded.
With their feet in the water, two young people from Dawn Cove were looking
toward the water, hoping one of the hatchlings would come their way. It
was the curly-haired teenaged girl, Zashiki, who bonded first. A peculiar
feeling of something brushing her feet turned out to be a Wave hatchling
sniffing at her feet. As she tried not to pull away, she lost her balance
and dropped into the water, much to the delight of the blue female
"I made you fall! I win!"
Zashiki took it in stride because she'd anticipated on getting wet,
"That's okay Ronswul." she replied, "I'll get you next
Only a few minutes later, the other Dawn Cove bonder, Uor, a blond-haired
mechanic who preferred fading into the background, saw a white-blue shape
emerge from the water. Wings floated on the surface and a head popped up,
snout first, to bop him in the stomach.
"You smell so lovely, I'm certain you're
mine." the moon-coloured hatchling let him know, "My
name is Kirnath."
Uor and Kirnath had returned to Dawn Cove and were enjoying a nightly swim
beneath the moon. Kirnath's hide seemingly giving out a light of his own.
Because of his light colour reflecting the light, Uor could see enough to
"It's a beautiful night."
"It is." Uor agreed.
"Won't you sing for me?"
Uor indulged his bond. He'd never felt like his singing voice was anything
out of the ordinary. People had told him he sang well, but so did a lot of
other people. Uor had always figured he'd make his money building
mechanisms. But lately, more people flocked to him when he sand to
A warm feeling submerged Uor as Kirnath conveyed his gratitude.
"What is it about my voice you like?" Uor asked once more.
"It's full and deep but mostly it reminds me
of you." Kirnath answered, making Uor confused once more.
"I don't think it's anything special."
"I know. But you could serenade anyone and
they would happily come away with you."
Uor splashed some water toward the nekrat-hybrid. But he was at the age
where he probably should start thinking about making a family.
Intro - Mate
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Nekrat adopted at Lantessama Isle