| Squish! |
| 29/01/2002 Logfile from Harpers-Tale Kazra Kazra stands tall at her final height of 5'8. Brown hair sweeps back off her face, but there is a new addition to it. Twined among the brown strads are quite a few colourful ribbons, white, red, blue, green and purple. Falling neatly down her back, they reach to her shoulders, giving Kazra's hair a new, colourful look. A small band of leather holds the ribbons and the hair back out of her sparkling blue eyes. Long legs taper upwards to a thin waist, broadening out only slightly to her upper body. Arms are slender and well formed, often gesticulating a point. Kazra has changed her outfit along with her name, now sporting a vivid orange short sleeved top and a pair of black trousers. Her feet are covered with ankle length black boots that look rather worn, though sometimes Kazra kicks them off to wander around barefooted. Kazra wears the orange and black knot of an Ista Weyr Weyrlings, with a thin ribbon of brown trailing through it to indicate her lifemate. She is awake and looks alert. You notice Kazra looking at you. Kazra is 24 Turns and 4 months old. Xylyth Rich shades of soil encompass this brown's towering and imposing form completely, intermingling to form fresh shades and fathoms of earthiness where they fuse. Pale coffee tones spill over an angular muzzle and face seemingly carved from the earth, so fine is their detail, before giving way to muddy colourings that diffuse over well built shoulders and stomach, sleek muscle visible beneath silky hide, finally darkening to almost midnight shades at sweeping wings. Woven into these depths of night, as if by unseen magic, tendrils of deepest aubergine thread their way across the tautly spread membrane, surfacing to form cryptic symbols of colour then disappearing from view once more in a ritualistic dance of hide and seek. Continuing the rhythmic flow of colours, cinnamon and chocolate mix and intermingle over powerful back legs, while hints of gold seep into the shade of a perfectly formed tail. Xylyth's first set of straps are at first apperance, simple well oiled leather, fitting in all the right places. But on closer inspection, Kazra looks to have gone strange with a needle, and purple designs twist and turn in mystical and random patterns. Running down the centre of each strap, above the purple stitching are three thin threads of black, blue and orange, almost invisible against the brown leather unless you look closely. Looks like Kazra's sewing skills are improving. Xylyth is 1 Turn and 21 days old. He is 53 feet (17m) long, with a wingspan of 88 feet (29m). Xylyth seems to be listening. Suith Silvery sprays shimmer up and down her form as webbing ripples that flash and wane only to swirl and eddy restlessly in the grip of a marine's stormy green. Siren's beguiling allure exists in the bathyl depths that darken her belly's curve, rich and fathomless to submerge her slim tail. Warm, turquoise oceans inundate her svelte form, drenching sails and spars before cascading with liquid grace over the low swell of her muscles, then to plash against the thalassic wave of her ridges. Sunset's gleam turns the shore's sand to gold along the bridge of her aquiline head, kissed with the horizon's rosy blush, and left to the wiles of sea's encroaching tide. The most simple form of straps: a Weyling's. Brown is the color of these straps; a neutral, boring walnut brown. Even the stiching acorss the straps is completely bland -- ebon traverses in and out of the thick material, the only pizzazz caused by uneven stitches. Suith is 1 Turn and 20 days old. She is 32 feet (10m) long, with a wingspan of 53 feet (17m). Suith seems to be listening. Suith's wings mantle as she comes stalking out of the barracks, green head poking out at first, then snaking the rest of her body out into full view. Xylyth is noted; brown clutchsib is given a gentle croon, and Kazra is greeted with the same. Xylyth returns the croon, and offers a quick wiggle of his tail in greeting for good measure. Kazra slides down from her position atop Xylyth and gives her friends dragon a cheey wave. "Good day Suith!" Bubble. Suith nods her head in acknowledgment of the greeting, and flops down on her dragon-butt, blinking her elated blue eyes at Kazra as if to return the 'good day'. She brings her wedge-shaped head down to Kazra's level and gives her a whuffle. Kazra grins at the whuffle. "There was a time when that would have sent me running for the nearest thing to hide behind you know." she randomly comments. Xylyth comes up behind his rider and peers over her shoulder at Suith. Rider sandwich? Suith shuffles a little closer and re-flops upon dragon-butt. She's tired. Looking over at Xylyth, she gives a rather amused croon. That depends on the rider dearie. Kazra twists round, but gets an eyeful of nothing but brown hide. Twisting forward again, its a Suith that she sees. "Don't squash me will you?" she asks Xylyth, who rumbles. Shall we Suith? Suith gleefully rumbles. Yes dear. And with that, she begins to close in... squishyrider! Xylyth adds his rumble, and also moves forward. "Eeeep!!" is the rather /loud/ comment from Kazra as both dragons start to move her inward. "What are you doing?" Xylyth must have explained something to her, for she starts to wiggle about. "No way!" Suith closes in... and one can faintly hear the Jaws theme song... du-nuh, du-nuh, du-nuh-du-nuh-du-nuh... Kazra, prepare for dragonsquishiness. Kazra tries to wiggle downwards, and suceeds slightly, managing to get down between Xylyth's forepaws. Slight reprieve from being squished. "Xylyth, what are you playing at? And Suith? What would M'er think?" Trying the guilt thing now. Doink! Suith's dragontummy is closing in ever so slightly on the Kaz... and she deigns to heed the plea. :) Kazra looks relieved at the sudden disappearance of one of the two dragons that were squishing her. "Don't do that again please Xy." she asks plantively, and her dragon rumbles, a faint note of apology in his tone. Okay, he'll be good. |