Post by Zen on Feb 9, 2012 19:49:39 GMT -5
NAME: Tanith
AGE: 3 Turns
COLOR: Green
RIDER: Talaria
RANK: Wingrider
SPEAKING COLOR: 56934f
APPEARANCE: Tanith is on the larger end for a Green at 43 feet and is a muted foresty shade of green. Her left headnob sticks out slightly crookedly and her wings are long and narrow. She is very well proportioned and moves with a predatory feline grace, always in control of every move she makes down to the slightest twitch of her tail.
ABILITIES
AGILITY: 7
SPEED: 8
ENDURANCE: 3
PERSONALITY: Contrary, Self-Centered, Proud
Long term goals? What on earth do those mean to a dragon? Tanith forgets all her past mistakes: she has no desire to improve herself. Why should she? She exists to enjoy herself. The world exists for her.
Waking up on time for drills? Going out of her way to exert herself in the interest of a better future? Unnecessary. Tanith might very well attempt to spend an entire day sleeping if she thought it would prove a point: she does what she likes when she feels like it.
Sycophants and admirers are a dime a dozen. Tanith is far too strong-minded to depend on flattery, to stoop so low as to be petty or jealous of other greens (being jealous implies she has something to fear - or that the available males are even worth being jealous over!) While Tanith might take satisfaction in being flattered and feared, she doesn’t need it. Nor does she really want it – not at least from anyone she intends to respect.
Tanith aims high. Her nature is contrary, her sudden shifts of temper bleak. If she can’t have it, she must have it: that’s all there is to it. And she’s not stupid: she’s strong, and predatory, and dangerous. If she really wanted something, she wouldn’t be asking you to get it for her: she would have already gotten it for herself. There's a grim streak to her: a lonely sort of ruthlessness: a personality that both pushes away and pursues those she most holds dear.
What a strange, sad little girl Talaria is! Bound by rules and beliefs and wanting so much! A challenge, a puzzle, her constant complaint and yet the only human being who’s worth spending any time around.
Tanith knows Talaria didn’t want a green. She knows Talaria had no use for Prith's clutch. She felt it. And – like the cat that comes into the room and sits down on the lap of the one person who can’t stand them – she chose her.
Because, Tanith figured, if Talaria didn’t want her? Then Talaria must be desirable. Then Talaria must be the best one to have.
And if there’s anything this dragon is simultaneously drawn to and cannot stand, it’s being told no.