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 Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 5:51 pm
A fleck of red in a cold night sky,
A drop of blood to guide them by,
Turn away, turn away, turn, begone!
A Red Star leads the riders on.
Perhaps their resident harper would know the whole song, M'leck thought while running the tune through his head, trying to imagine the sound of accompanying instruments. He'd come across it while reading in the records room and it had stuck with him. Turning, he surveyed his room absently.
Furnished with the furniture it's previous occupant had had already, not much of M'leck's own touch has influenced the weyr room. His desk and bookshelves are neat, though the desk is smattered with slight work mess: some notations of the songs he remembered and liked, flat but accurate sketches of his favorite Southern haunts, various sticks of charcoal and the like. A few chairs were grouped around the table where the dishes from M'leck's last meal still stood. Beneath his feet was his favorite black and white rug, plush - a relief to his feet after the stone of the weyr. His bedcovers were pulled back but the bed itself was neat enough. In the course of his time in the weyr M'leck had also made several wooden perches for his firelizard friends with attatchments for food and water dishes. One or more of them could sometimes be found in the room without him close by. All of his clothes were folded and put away or hung up in the wardrobe beside his bed. Beyond the curtain concealing the exit, M'leck knew, was the chamber where Jekheth lived. He could see it clearly in his mind, ordered but friendly - saturated with the presence of his dragon. And beyond that would be the ledge, on the lower levels of the weyr but still with a lovely view. Not the best room, but it was his.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 5:54 pm
Relationships
B'ramic, rider of bronze Kharcheth - deceased best friend
N'mar, rider of Brown Alreth - casual friend
Minno, rider of Green Tertiath - casual friend
Velimir, healer and resident - casual friend
Aleerna, rider of Green Sidheth - casual friend
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 5:56 pm
Rules
If you're on the relationship list you may post any time. If not, please PM first.
Follow guild and gaia rules.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 5:57 pm
Name: M'leck
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzerider
Appearance: M'leck is tall, standing at 6' 7''. He is sturdy but lithe: as a child he was always very scrawny but the life of a dragonrider filled him out with decent muscles. He has wavy, almost silky, dark brown hair that frames his face nicely. His facial features give him an impression of youth; they almost look as though they were carved from smooth white marble. He is pale, no matter how much time he spends in the sun. M'leck's eyes are a bright green.
Personality: M'leck is a man who will never say two words when one will suffice. He takes his job and duty as a dragonrider very seriously, not only because the job requires it but because he wants to protect Pern. He hates Thread with a burning passion, having seen his best friend fall to it. It affected him deeply and turned him into the quiet person his is now, wheras before he had been open and social.
M'leck is a resiliant man, remeniscent of those who went north on the Yukon trail on old Earth. His mental make-up allows him to absorb catastrophies, like the loss of his friend, and yet remain courteous and sweet of speech (even if he doesn't remain particularly social). He has very little tolerance for fooling around, however.
What's special about M'leck is that he has a photographic memory. He can recall perfectly what each of the hatchlings in his clutch looked like, exactly what someone said, or the precise coordinates needed for going between.
Dragon: Jekheth
Age: 3
Color: Bronze
Appearance: Jekheth is a medium size bronze built very much like his rider. He is long and lean but his muscles stand out in sharp relief on his skin. His hide is shaded in deep greens and yellows that blend and merge smoothly, darkening into a brown shade around his head and feet. The tip of his tail is a light shade that almost matches that of gold dragon's.
Personality: Jekheth is a wise-a** and there's no other way to put it. He uses his rider's considerable vocabulary to say the things that M'leck won't. The bronze has a somewhat acerbic sense of humor, but he is careful never to push his teasing too far. He is a skillfull flier more out of practice than natural talent since M'leck had them training and memorizing techiniques almost constantly after B'ramic's death. Jekheth's bubbly good nature is hard to dampen and he can often be seen comforting injured dragons or riders with humor - Jekheth will not hesitate to talk with humans. His remarks will sometimes get him into trouble with wingleaders or with the weyrleader himself, though.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 5:58 pm
Impression
Mileck shifted from foot to foot, feeling much younger than his seventeen turns. Next to him Bahramic was practically bouncing with anticipation, his eyes locked on the trembling forms of the eggs and flicking back and forth between the ones rocking most obviously. Mileck had told his lizards to find perches around the cavern and to stay out of trouble, but he was still conscious of their support and encouragement. He tried to put on a brave face, but in truth Mileck was nervous as a wherry among tunnel snakes.
"Look! Look, Mileck!" Bahramic's enthusiasm was catching no matter how nervous Mileck was, and he must have looked just as eager as his friend when he leaned forward to try and catch sight of the egg hatching. The baby dragon rolled out onto the sands creeling its hunger: the hatching had begun! The welcoming bugles of the adult dragons rang in his ears and M'leck was suddenly and completely hyped up. There would be time for nervousness later! Now was the time for hatchlings! He cheered right along with Bahramic, though he didn't lose his head completely. As the hatching progressed, Mileck was separated from his best friend by an angry looking redish-brown dragonette. The little fellow's eyes were whirling with vivid red shades and a hint of yellow. He walked up to each candidate and looked them in the face, snorting with disappointment each time. Mileck had the sense to stay clear of him - it was obvious that he wasn't the one the brown wanted. One boy made the mistake of thinking differently and recieved a vicious slash across his chest from dragon talons. Mileck made it a point to avoid that particular hatchling.
A familiar crow of triumph alerted him, and he swung around just in time to see Bahramic leap forward to an equally eager bronze hatchling who was trilling happily. The two met and B'ramic held the dragon's head between his hands, shaking it roughly but affectionately. "You imp! You handsome rascal! I know you're hungry! Mileck!!" The boy roared, turning to him, radiant joy shining on his face, "Mileck! Kharcheth chose me! He chose me!" Mileck grinned back, deciding that he wouldn't ever tease B'ramic about the tears on his cheeks.
That is kind of you, a voice said vaguely in the back of his mind. Honeysuckle and roasted wherry came to mind along with it for some reason. An odd combination, but then again he was hungry.
He is my best friend, Mileck thought absently, watching as the pair began to walk toward the weyrling master.
Then he shall be my friend, too. Was the decisive reply. Something nudged gently at the back of Mileck's knees and he jumped, looking around, fearful that he had gotten in another hatchling's way. Don't be frightened, the voice said, sounding somewhat startled, and he met the lazily whirling blue eyes of a small bronze hatchling. I only wanted to see if your legs were as skinny as they looked. M'leck's mouth fell open as he stared at the baby - his dragon. His wonderful, beautiful bronze dragon. Yes, yes I am, aren't I? Jekheth thought somewhat smugly, I am also hungry, though. It was so lonely in that egg by myself. Will you help me? Please? M'leck nodded numbly, reaching out a hand to stroke Jekheth's eye ridges, needing to reassure himself that this was really real. And it was! He was impressed to bronze Jekheth, who would be with him forever.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 5:59 pm
Death
The agonized moaning of his roommate was an icepick in M'leck's ears.
The bronzerider had not been able to sleep for two days, though he was not conscious of the exact measurement himself. For almost a week his world had been a haze of confused colors, sickening motion and agony on every breath. He could almost feel thick, viscous fluids filling his lungs with every passing second. M'leck had long since been forced to begin breathing through his mouth, and his throat was now ravaged from both his coughing and from the passage of air. Unable to keep any food in his stomach, M'leck was losing the toned look of a dragonrider and becoming more of a skeleton. But far more damaging to him was the lack of fluids; water, too, brought on waves of nasuea for him. His eyes were sunken, the sockets purple with sleep deprivation, and his once silky hair hung soaked with sweat around his pale face. Confused, fuzzy thoughts constantly circulated through his tired mind. Every memory picture was sharp and clear but none of them made any sense to him. M'leck was fortunate enough not to be delusional, like the poor man next to him, but he was still finding it difficult to string together coherant thoughts. A hazy barrier had descended down into his mind, a veil he could not penetrate. The empty blankness where his three little friends had been was a terrible weight to bear, but M'leck had wanted to be certain that he would not kill his lizards - he had sent them away. For good, they would not return to him now. Only Jekheth, his dear, dear friend, was left now to ease his suffering.
Drawing in another rattling, gasping breath and exhaling it back out M'leck survived another moment of timeless pain. Time stopped, then, as a fit of coughing tore his chest open, then M'leck was allowed to sink back down into a stupor of illness.
Then... something new. He felt himself shaking, his muscles tightening and relaxing with no conscious prompting from his brain. His eyes rolled back as his awareness faded, his teeth chattering madly but not with cold. The sleeping furs slipped off of his form as his body contorted into grotesque, unnatural poses. A strange, choked hissing noise escaped from him as air was forced out of his lungs by the motions of the seizure, then it became a burble as blood leaked from between his clenched teeth. M'leck had bitten off a piece of his tongue.
Slowly his locked muscles relaxed and M'leck's body relaxed almost gracefully backward onto his bed. His chest sank down as his breath left him. In the weyr that they had shared together Jekheth reared his head back and sent one long, tortured cry of inexpressible grief out over the weyr. Rising up onto his legs the bronze launched himself off of the weyrledge and swept his wings down once, twice... and he was gone. The last reverberations of his death shreik had not even stopped echoing in his weyr.
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