Bronze Navoroth hatched at Sedona.
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Bronze Navoroth hatched at Sedona.
Image (c) to Kitsuneko and used with permission.
Name: Navoroth
Age: young
Gender: Male
Sexual identity/orientation: Male; females
Species/Type: Old World dragon
Type: Bronze (medium-short)
Place of Birth: Sedona
Place of Residence: We're Rococo
Rank/Craft: None yet
Duties: None yet
Sponsors(s): None assigned
Sponsorling(s): None
Bond(s): S'met (Old World human)
Lifemate(s): None
Pet(s): None
Others of note None at this time
| Agency | Title/Number | Chased | Caught | Eggs, viable/fatalities (#, #:#) |
| -- | -- | -- | -- | -- |
| Viable Offspring | Mate |
| Offspring pertinent info |
Mate pertinent info |
| Current Gen | Parents |
| Bronze Hatayth and A'tarn Self Brown Citazoth and O'tur Byrth and R'cha Iraith and Yseria Vorith and A'ster Blue Paeroeth and T'rail Oduth and R'ghon Tath and G'vor Artinth and Cetiga Awemiath and R'jan Green Striechoth and Danemi Draunth and Niceh Billith and Rinna Opelth and Emaria | Jhajerth Gold; Sedona |
| Nabath Brown; Sedona |
Hair/armor/feathers/fur: .
Skin/exoskeleton/scales/markings: As a bronze he has nothing particularly special about his appearance. It is an even, medium-dark, metallic khaki color.
Limbs: Two wings, four legs, tail, head on a long and graceful neck. He is a lanky dragon, and his movements seem a little rubbery for a dragon his size, in comparison to other Old World dragons
Eyes: Faceted and rainbowy, their color is affected by his mood and current health.
Size/Physique: At 36' long, he is considered "medium short" in the universal size chart, just like his Blue clutchmate, Paeroeth. This would be a point of concern for him if he were aware of the comparison. As mentioned, he is lanky. Although he is not particularly strong for a dragon of his color designation, he is considered a "speedy fighter" when it comes to threadfall and other situations where it really counts. For this reason also, he is able to capture smaller females when a bronze might normally seem too large and cumbersome. And does he ever prefer the greens, yes he does.
Other: .
Strength: Not very strong.
Agility: Agile in some situations, though that is also not his strongest point.
Assisted Fire Breath: As an Old World dragon, he is able to chew certain types of rock to produce gouts of fire, but cannot digest the resultant mash and must regurgitate it within several hours.
Intelligence: He "has poor short-term memory," but he is clever on the spot. He also does not think ahead. Neither does his rider, so he does not really see a problem.
Telepathy: He rarely speaks to anyone besides his rider and other dragons. He does not see a need to do otherwise, though he might speak a person in charge as necessary.
Teleportation: Capable of instant teleportation from one place to the next with the aid of his rider's mental picture.
None: none
From Sedona:
Personality: Cold. Sociability: Outgoing. Intelligence: Has a poor short-term memory. Mating: Likes greens.
Attitude: Navoroth could probably be considered rather arrogant, which has been well-earned in the past by other bronzes. He has no real need to prove himself as his rider has devoted himself to a craft. He prefers greens, whom typically prefer no one in particular. His only real attachment is to his rider, and therefore, while he does love to interact with other dragons, has come to project that almost chilly air when it comes to anything at all intimate.
Hobbies: None that he can think of. When he isn't out and about with the other dragons (eating, chatting, sunning), he is probably near his rider and dozing.
Plans: None, he's actually sort of bored all the time.
Even on the day of his hatching, one could probably easily analyze Navoroth's way. Neither was he the first bronze to hatch that day, nor once he had hatched, the first dragon to bond with his human.
It was a soggy afternoon. He felt the stirrings of a mind he recognized tiredly and irritably return to Navoroth's warm cradle of hot sand. He could not particularly identify what attracted him to this mind, other than that the grating impatience gave him a sense of awareness that he simply would not have bothered with otherwise. Only once he could verify that Samet had indeed arrived and would stay until the end did Navoroth try to escape from his shell.
With the [first] bronze safely Impressed, the candidates turned their attention back to the other eggs--and the three dragons that had hatched in the meantime. There was already a second bronze on the sands, this one smaller but just as outgoing as his brother, in addition to a pair of blues. It was the larger of the two blues that bonded first; the other blue seemed to shy to approach the candidates and the bronze seemed more interested in some of the cracking eggs than the humans.
The larger blue ignored his siblings and took care to inspect all the candidates. He finally stopped in front of one boy and crooned. Grevorage leaned down with a smile. "Come on then, Tath, let's get some food for both of us. I'm as hungry as you are."
Another blue hatched as the second bronze hatchling watched the egg, and the bronze stepped back in startlement as the blue appeared. He crooned cheerfully at his larger sibling and then dashed over to his other brother, the one who was too shy to approach the candidates. With the one blue pushing the other encouragingly, the two of them finally went to the candidates. Somewhat perplexed, the bronze followed behind them. Despite the newest blue shoving his brother along, the shy hatchling did not seem interested in any of the male candidates, and after pushing him away from a particular candidate with a snarl, the more outgoing blue seemed to shrug and led his brother toward the girls. Though several hung back uncertainly, one or two of the female candidates stepped forward welcomingly, and it was one of these that the shy one finally chose. "Artinth, I'm sorry I was so hard for you to find," Cetiga told her dragon happily, uncaring that a blue was not exactly what she had had in mind.
With his brother finally Impressed, the other blue raced back over to the male candidates. He went immediately to the one he had pushed his brother away from earlier, and Reejan perked up after thinking he had been rejected twice over. I'm sorry about earlier, I just had to make sure he didn't steal my rider, Awemiath said as he butted his head gently against his rider's side.
With all the blues Impressed, the bronze finally seemed to grow bored and started looking for his own rider, to the relief of the candidates. He drifted from one to another without interest, but then he stopped in front of Samet, and stared, before finally giving his name as Navoroth.
~ Sedona clutch 6
While S'met ushered his dragon off to eat, he growled, "What were you doing out there?" He was making it quite plain to Navoroth that he felt that the hatchling, however exalted for his coloring, had clearly been wasting time. His dragon chuckled directly into his mind and replied that someone had to keep those blues in line.
No matter if he was sensitive to it, the tanner was not accustomed to telepathy in any form, and the cascade of images and feelings that followed were difficult to decipher. Something about his curiosity about the other clutchmates, a sense of responsibility for their immediate well-being, a vague feeling of laziness, and finally, and firmly, faith that his rider would wait for him, all crossed S'met's mind. It left a small sneer on the tanner's face, but a peculiar sense of warmth that anyone would have that kind of faith in him. "That so?" he muttered.
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Sedona Weyr | Clutch 6