Shocking Results Egg by Derien (D'rien) with tweaking by Nicole
Hatching message by Nicole
Burning Passions Bronze Hatchling by Jalis with help from M'kal
Impression message by Jalis
Perymith by Jalis
Temper by Nicole
Inspiration by Nicole
Voice by Nicole
Size: 36 meters
Player: Kerebos?
Dam: Rhiannoth
Sire: Zhirith

Darkest blue flirts coyly with black light, almost plain at first glance until the play of colors captures the eye. Hairline streaks of jet purple flare from the shell's center, rippling and rolling as they fracture further into lighter, lightening blue streaks all bound to an emanating circular pattern. On one side of the shell resides a vague outline, as if the shadow of a person were permanently captured there. Oddly, the subject's hair seems to stand on end, faint specks of purple dancing within a natural crown.

Cracks appear in counterpoint to the natural hairline design along the Shocking Result Egg, chaotic destruction seeming to hint at a larger mathematical pattern which continually replaces itself. As if artistic need has frozen the progression in time, the fracturing ceases for the time it takes to go between. Then in a sudden crash, the shell explodes apart in one grand cascade.

Fire and heat define the dragon - the sullen hue of burning embers, lambent flame ready to burst into fire, ashes and scorched wood. Dull copper shadows cover his frame, tarnished by a scattering of pale and murky green flecks, though seams like rivers of molten lava run rivulets over and across his body, their hue deepest scarlet. The reflective quality of his gleaming hide mirrors the webbing and gives the impression the bronze consists of much more red than he does. The slight body is not heavily muscled, though his form is still athletic. Whipcord lean, the lengthy dragon has a long neck and equally extensive tail. His dusky wings --the best part of him -- drape like a dark and mysterious cape as if a rime of charcoal dust blackened them from shoulder to spar, the copper hue dimmed across the broad sail. A smattering of residue appears to silhouette his sides and back in the occasional dapple of darker than bronze color.

Burning Passions Bronze Hatchling seems to stalk his prey, toying with it from a distance and slowly closing the distance like a choreographed opera. First to the left, and then to the right, he steps nearer and nearer to the intended candidate, always trying to stay just behind the boy so as not to alert him completely as to the intent. Finally, he scrambles forward at once in what must have been intended to be a pounce. His wedged head gazes up smugly at Sivilen, as if to suggest he should have caught on sooner.

A mental presence insinuates itself into your thoughts. First, chords of music so low as to be imperceptible slowly grow in volume, and then there's an aura of mint scented candles, although your nose detects nothing of the sort. The mental symphony grows more intense, as the Burning Passions Bronze Hatchling stares into your eyes, then culminates in a triumphant crescendo as << You have found me >> floats through your head in an amused tenor, then he moderates his strength and projects more quietly, << S'vilen, My name is Perymith. >>

The name is from Peppermint Patty, the Peanuts character.

Perymith is a dragon with an artistic streak, but one that he tends to hide. He's rather concerned the other dragons will think it makes him a 'sissy.' To cover his more thoughtful nature, at times he appears bold and brash. He has a tendency to overanalyze things which typically looks more like a lacks of common sense. Despite this, his true friends will know that whatever his missteps, they are at least made up for in sincerity. He'd prefer a weyr of stark decoration - that which is truly refined and classic in nature prevails over greater amounts of 'common' stuff. There is so much more scope for the imagination when one isn't distracted by clutter, you know. Of course, this doesn't apply to some of his favorite knick-knacks that you'll like never understand. Like his rock collection, which he'll want sorted into careful categorized piles.He's incredibly serious about thread and will want to drill long past the time when other dragons have gone off to soak in the lake or gorge on a herdbeast. His hard work will pay off, and he will be a greatly talented fighter. But he won't be the kind who looks down upon the less gifted. Instead, he'll try to press them to practice along with him.
The one place Perymith would spend all his free days, given the opportunity, would be harper hall. The mere mention of a concert there will illicit continual pleas to attend. Upon occasion, he'll outright kidnap his rider if he considers it necessary. >> What do you mean this isn't Telgar? -- Oh well. I'm just too tired to fly anymore. We'll have to stay here for a bit. << And then he'll park himself outside of the concert hall and ooze with pleasure. All bets are off, however, if the performance turns out to be poor. He simply can't tolerate bad music and will want to leave. Bad music can leave him in a foul mood for hours, if not the rest of the day.
His main fault is a tendency to not always quite pay attention if he's not deeply enthused by the subject matter. It's so much more interesting to listen to that group of harpers you can almost hear if you straing just right, than to pay attention to being lectured about something. When it comes to female dragons, he rarely shows much sexual interest in them until the moment of the flight. Greens fall into two categories. Ones that are 'pals' who can be great to hunt and fight thread with, among other things. The others are merely annoyances and can spark otherwise repressed aggressive tendencies. He'll be very discriminating in which females he chooses to chase, personality being his deciding factor. Of course, as a bronze, there are few golds to chase and he'll loose a lot when chasing greens. A loss will result in hours spent of brooding (though the pain can be eased by a trip to his favorite Hall). A win, however, is like a masterpiece and will be savored for days.

Peppermint Patty and Schroeder from Peanuts

Perymith has a perfect tenor mind voice. The kind that would earn him groupies were he able to sing for the human ear. During his more pensive moments, it's accompanied by a slight of hint of tallow, as if somewhere candles burn with his artist's passion, infusing all aspects of his life. However, Perymith has times when he wants nothing more than to chase the sunshine. And when activity fills his world, peppermint dazzles through his thoughts. Color wise, his 'paths are nearly always tinged with green, red or brown. Until you impressed, you had no idea that there were so many shades of green, but even years from now, he'll be introducing you to new shades of all three.