Post by Taxx on Jul 16, 2020 23:10:35 GMT -5
NAME: Gonask
AGE: 1 Turn
COLOR: Bronze
HANDLER: Gonalden
SPEAKING COLOR: #CCCC00
APPEARANCE: Gonask is a sort of saffron-yellow bronze, a buttery color that is his base and takes up most of his hide; if not for the other hints of color, he could be mistaken as a small or still-growing gold from a distance. But at the points of his headknobs, spikes, the tips of his wings, toes and tailforks, he sports a greenish bronze hue, a blend of color that stands out sharply against the pale bronze. Along his face, a darker, copper color blazes a thin trail from his nostrils to the base of his headknobs.
He’s fairly average in size, for a bronze, reaching a length of thirteen feet. Only his wings and tail have a sort of stretched-out quality to them, making them a tad bit longer than usual. Nowhere near long enough to give him the ability of flight, but a touch more to grant him a bit more to flaunt when he’s trying to intimidate a rival or impress a fertile green or gold. His head is heavy, square heavy, and his neck is short and thick, leading back to a body that ripples with the beginning of muscle, shoulders growing broader with the new work of pulling heavy carts.
PERSONALITY: Gonask is very much a one-person wher. Only Gonalden has the luxury of telling him what to do and gets the satisfaction of being obeyed; anyone else who tries gets only a fixed, half-lidded and red-eyed stare; if he’s in a particularly sour mood, they’ll get a glimpse of fangs under the curl of his lip. Most who know him don’t bother trying, but there’s always the new journeyman or the fresh apprentice who thinks a wher is just a mindless beast to push about. Gonalden tries to curb any incidents before they happen, but sometimes Gonask takes care of the nuisance in his own way.
He’s a rough-and-tumble type, and he doesn’t really grasp that humans aren’t nearly as sturdy as whers. It wasn’t so bad when he was younger and his enthusiastic greetings of his handler were met with grins and headrubs- as a nearly full-grown and extremely hefty creature, it’s a bit dangerous. Even though he knows, Gonalden is still sometimes caught off guard by the heavy impact of his bronze’s body as he plows into him, knocks him over and sprawls out atop him with begging rumbles for pets. At least the worst the man’s gotten are bruises and sprains. So far.
He’s a touch more reserved around other whers, and more given to posturing and making it clear he won’t be denied his due as a bronze. He’s all too happily submissive toward golds and the older bronzes who know how to command respect with just a look, but any hint of weakness and he’s quick to try to take advantage of it and make it clear he’s in charge- and he won’t hesitate to back that up with a snarl or a bite if necessary.
