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Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the tubes,
Gobs of users were surfing, from oldies to noobs.
But in one tiny corner of the great interwebs,
All the members were off with their families and friends.
But one lady sat typing homage to
Cool and quiet, holiday's intermission,
"If I had a new template," she said to herself,
"I'd get sneaky tonight and give them all out."
But giveaways sat waiting on the
From generous women (or maybe just bored),
And presents were waiting away from the 'puters,
(Well unless they'd been opened by holiday looters).
Out in the snow Santa Dragon was
All the bases were covered this year, so he reckoned
But the season is not quite complete without meddlin'
From a fat old red dragon (or this author, but no tellin'),
So the metaphorical roof was
Through the metaphor-chimney dropped a ton
Of eggs, now given, twice gifted again,
Patience rewarded in two weeks would be seen.
The first challenge was laid: to
add in some color,
Christmas or not, one's as good as the other,
Then upload the orb and post it up here,
Before midnight on the thirty-first draws near.
But there were presents to wrap
now, a shower to take,
Many dreams to be had 'fore t'was time to wake,
So to bed with you all, and bed for me too,
Make your Christmases merry and fuzzy all through.
Those who are to own an Isitu must
pledge themselves to one city-state, and every city-state is watched
over by a god or goddess. Each of these Lords has power in his or her
own right. Of the many lords that rule over this world and the others,
there are eight that are of concequence:
Anu is the lord of the
highest heaven, and he watches over all.
The stars are his soldiers and the gods, his children.
Aruru is the
gentle lord of creation and the earth, and is the midwife to the
She holds domain over fertility and prosperity, and created humans from a
pinch of clay.
Ea is the lord of the waters
and creation, and his mind holds all knowledge.
His words can become reality, and the domains of balance and gender are
Ellil is the lord of the
space between heaven and earth.
He moves the wind and is active among humans, causing the growth of all
Irkallu is the lord of the
underworld, passing judgement and creating laws in her kingdom.
She governs the changing of the seasons, particularly winter.
Ishtar is the lord of love,
sex, birth and war. She has loved many both mortal and not,
but requires great sacrifice from her lovers, and can be vengeful.
Shamash, the son of the moon,
is the lord of the sun and the embodiment of the idea of justice.
He inspires order and encourages structure.
Sin is the lord of the moon,
knowledge, and cycles, and watches over
the calm dark places of the universe. He was born in the underworld, but
dwells in the skies.
Affiliated God: Aruru, the gentle lord of
creation and the earth, the midwife to the gods. She holds domain over
fertility and prosperity, and created humans from a pinch of clay.
Description & Personality: Amaria is a pastel yellow neutered dragoness.
She has large grey eyes
and a short snout. Two large fins portrude from her head where he ears
would be. Two spiral ridges adorn her back. The crest on her tail is
somewhat heart-shaped. Amaria has got faint orange markings on her head,
paws and tail. The scales on her belly are bright white with a hint of
yellow running through them.
Amaria is a stubborn little dragon. She wants to be useful and help
others as much as she can. She's nurturing and quite smart though her
lot in life has left her naive, obedient and gullible.
Size: Medium Dog-sized
Communications: purring and guttural vocalisations. Telepaths can pick
up her thoughts.
Place of Origin: Avengaea (Nexus Forum Giveaway)
Bond: Opal Court Geode Blue Komenth (m) from The
Empyrean Stair (Court Clutch)
on Sirrush Dragons and Muttutu:
Sirrush dragon females are
called Queens, and males are called Drakes. The third class of Sirrushu,
the dwarf neuters, are called Muttutu, for "half".
Wild queens, when bred, produce clutches of between five and ten, with
four to eight viable eggs. However, when Sirrush colonies grow too large
for their habitat to support, clutching queens, exhibiting a behavioral
pattern that seems to indicate an instinctive form of population
control, neuter varying numbers of their offspring upon birth. In
extreme cases, if a group gets very large, queens have even been
observed cannibalizing some or most of their offspring.
Once neutered, Mututtu grow only to between a fifth and a quarter of the
size of their sexed clutchmates and retain a stunted appearence. Because
both male and female Sirrush dragons are born with their gonads on the
outside, Muttutu can be genetically male or female, however since the
neutering prevents the expression of secondary sex traits, the
differences between genetic male and female Mututtu are minute and
inconcequential. Muttutu play a similar role in Sirrush groups as worker
drones do in insect hives, acting as food gatherers, caretakers,
lair-builders and cleaners.
In human society, Mututtu have moved from the role of drones to that of
pets. Their small size and obedient demeanors make them ideal
house-pets, and their instinctive drive to defend their clan make them
How a female chooses which hatchlings to turn into Muttutu is a mystery,
but many dragon breeders believe that the clutching queen knows better
than any human which hatchlings will grow up to become good breeders and
which will not, so the most common practice is simply to let the queen
choose -- if she clutches more than one viable egg at a time.
Merel looked up at the pale yellow Muttutu dragon
Amaria and was both surprised and pleased by the effort the stunted
neutered dragon was putting into her studies. Though she'd been destined
to a life of servitude and undergrowth, to be no more than a pet or guard,
the Muttutu was intent on being much more. As she served the goddess
Aruru, her priorities lay on nurturing. Amaria had been born female until
the luck of the draw had made her what she was today.
"Aren't you getting tired?" Merel
The white-grey feathered and furred brid-cat dragon wasn't all that eager
to socialise but there was something endearing about Amaria that not even
she could withstand. Merel was a winter-born creature which meant she was
only starting to feel comfortable now that summer was at it's end.
"I need to be able to teleport." Amaria
"Not all dragons can do that, you
know." Merel replied.
"If I want to protect those in my care than
I should be able to do it. It's the safest way of getting out of harm's
Well there was logic in that.
"I can help you. Teach you."
Merel said solemnly.
Amaria looked up at the larger white-grey dragon and thought she really
couldn't be choosy. Most of the other dragons were training for bigger
things. So what if her teacher looked a bit wishy-washy, she was a
teacher. Secretly, Amaria wanted to be a parent. But she'd never have her
own eggs. So looking after the children of others seemed like the closest
she'd ever come. But before she attempted to be a nanny, she really needed
to be perfect.
"Thank you. Can you show me how you do
it?" Amaria asked carefully.
She saw Merel wink out and back in a few feet away.
"Not to brag but I'm really good at
teleporting. I'm sure I'll be able to teach you if you're meant to be able
to do it."
"I should. I AM a dragon."
Amaria said, feeling a twinge of frustration.
Merel nodded and placed a paw on Amaria's.
"Feel how I do it. I'll take us to that tree
Amaria nodded and felt as pinpricks of cold briefly touched her
extremities only to vanish when they returned under the tree.
"I don't think I really got it." she
"You have to visualise where you want to go.
Make the image crystal clear in your head. And then you just let go. Try
it, at worst we'll stay right here."
Amaria thought that didn't seem very helpful. But she closed her eyes and
envisioned the place they'd come from. Crystal-clear, Merel had said, like
the jewels in a necklace or crown. She sighed when she thought of the
pretty stones some humans wore... and then they were gone.
The candidates were led into the Sands.
Dragons and humans numbered about equal portions but the dragons seemed to
be clustered together. Rumours were that it was to buffer members of a
death court. Amaria had heard of them but felt quite neutral to their
cause. Bonding wasn't something bad as long as it was out of free will.
Her own race was one that didn't bond all that often but to make a
rebellion out of it seemed a bit daft.
Eggs were clustered around their mothers and a foster mother called Brigid.
While the eggs that Brigid had coiled herself around seemed unmoving - or
perhaps...contemplative - those natural-born alongside their mothers
seemed to grow more eager, and thus, were the first to start shaking. A
strange, momentary sensation washed over the sands, like listening.
Watching. Clearly coming from the unmoving eggs - as they seemed to
observe what their clutchmates would do on instinct alone, before they
applied their own knowledge. After all, experiencing a thing was different
from observing a thing.
“I very much look forward to working with you.” One
of the Opal blues stopped alongside Amaria, offering an affectionate
smile. “Komenth is my name. It is nice to meet
Coloration: Geode Blue
Personality: Affectionate, Confident
*Prismatic Breath: The dragon produces a colorful magical spray
where other species might create fire or lightning when exhaling. This
cone of rainbows has variable effects based on the color that strikes
whatever they are aiming at.
*Genetic Memory: The dragon possesses very clear memories,
inherited from its ancestors, within its genetics, not unlike a library or
database. How far back these can be traced varies by the individual and
their Court heritage. (only passes on to direct descendants in a diluted
*Trance: The means by which the dragon can access their inherited
memories, falling into a meditative state while reviewing their catalogue
of relevant experiences. Having this state disrupted causes no harm, but
may leave the dragon slightly disoriented, or with an unpleasant headache.
Reviewing memories occurs in an accelerated state, not unlike dreaming,
allowing the dragon to review days or weeks of continuous memory within
just a few minutes. (only passes on to direct descendants in a diluted
*Discern Truth & Lies: The dragon is capable of detecting
whether or not an individual is knowingly lying - wholly or partially - or
speaking the truth as they know it. This is by no means the ability to
pick out absolute fact from fiction, but rather, the sense of what a
person believes is true or false as they speak it.
*Karmic Weight: The dragon levies a blessing or curse of some kind
on a target after passing judgment upon them. The severity or intensity of
the result tends to depend on whatever was being judged.
*Kismet: The dragon has incredibly good luck of their own, and
tends to be able to shrug off most bad luck and curse effects laid on them
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