Name: Karartmak Dumani (kah RART mak doo MAN ee; Dumani is Turkish for 'smoke' and their names reflect their appearances, and this name means 'blackout')
Gender: male (+preference as desired)
Size: 7'7" s/l/ws
Build: high-bodied, gangly
Physical Features: Pernese/Smoke, four legs and two wings, claws on feet only, long neck and tail, beak-like face, faceted eyes, smoke based webbing and crest/tail that may vanish entirely
Colors: Body gradient mostly oil-black with smoke grey on body and upper wing arms only; wings silver underneath, graphite on backs; crest solid light grey, tail smoke light grey; claws dark; eyes faceted dark green
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 5, Endurance 2, Agility 6, Health 1, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 5 nexus teleport, vapor and particulate manipulation, telepathy; 3 assisted firebreath (produces caustic napalm spit), shadow teleport; 2 local teleport; 1 density control, verbal speech >> Note that this dragon doesn't have the ability to change their wing or tail density and can only remain at their current size and mass; this absolutely won't stop them from looking like they can thanks to their other abilities...
Parents: Dantinath + Dymati
Bond: Bielyr, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: The group was easily accepted at the portal's entrance, graciously led into the big ballroom by a multi-armed woman with a clipboard and two small checkerboard dragons to do the rest. Once they were there, of course, Bielyr keenly watched her companions just in case they went sideways. All it took was that one time, and trust was a very, very hard thing to come by.

This venue was amazing, and had Bielyr really cared to look, there was much more going on in the background than just a bit of food prep and stage hands rummaging through costume racks. She didn't feel like dancing, but was pretty sure that some of the dancers were of the same opinion as they were dragged out there by over-eager friends. Bielyr was immediately distracted by the casino, after all that was where a lot of deals might be made - at least, that's where they tended to be done where she was from. Not wrong, either, as a strange collection of performers belted out an aggressive song on the smaller stage there (it was 'Blackout' shortly followed by 'Whiteout'... how interesting) it was clear that a bunch of people had felt about the same and retired to the shady, smoke-filled room in order to barter or deal, in addition to playing a few card or dice games.

Absently she wondered whether Jaseu was having any success, as she casually skimmed the disappointed emotion off a nearby player and took advantage of it to bluff her way into another win at that card game. She spent a good while there, though finally did tire of the activity when she noticed the churn of players were getting a little too skilled for her. Spotting the massive clock on the wall above that Stage, it said it was around three hours until Midnight, give or take.

The big ballroom was much brighter, airy, focused on something other than individual motion and thought. A big room with hundreds of people in it, surely some of them knew what the dragons would be able to do...

I know what I can do just fine, a voice entered her mind unbidden. She wasn't really able to form a defense against it, if she'd ever been able to in the past. You won't need to defend against me, I am here because I want to see the things you look for, too.

Straightening her curled tendrils, relaxing a little, she glanced around the room. Where she'd just come from, the Casino seemed to linger in the hall. Or... No, against the black walls there was a shape, dragon like, but slightly moving. Suddenly a pair of large wings and a billowing tail seemed to focus, or - wait, no, it was that they became visible when a bunch of that casino's smoke and haze cleared out from around them?

"Well that's very, very clever," Bielyr said, with a growing smirk.

Do you think so? I do too, and there's something about how you keep thinking back to 'toxic vapors' that I might have a solution for...

Oh this night was going to prove very, very profitable indeed...

Name: Grendel Sheva (GREN dull she VAH, a mixture of the parents names, as apparently is now tradition for the dad's line; if bred into more complicated naming, readopt mother's ' or any other changes)
Gender: female (+preference as desired)
Size: 11'2" hip bipedal/l/ws
Build: sleek, elegant
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
Colors: body dark graphite grey with flat black flame marked belly, high black flame marked tail, high black leg stockings, high white flame markings on face; wings flat black marked with bright silver flames; spikes grey, webbing soft white and smoke fire line marks; claws and horns high white, eyes pupiled yellow
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 5, Endurance 5, Agility 6, Health 1, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 magic breath weapon, telepathy; 5 infernal sense, poison sting; 4 nexus teleport, flight strength/talent; 3 void portal, verbal speech, chameleon (inactive); 2 local teleport; 1 (spirit magic, inactive)
Parents: Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Jaseu, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: He hoped that the night was going to go smoothly, and it seemed like it might be all but perfect. The people organizing it were certainly running a tight ship, not invasively so but definitely Jaseu felt eyes on them from the start. But it wasn't an aggressive glare - no, it was equally distributed across the many, many party goers and dragons. Who were also party goers, he reminded himself, as several large dragons strolled past into a big draconic version of the same ballroom that the humanoids were in.

There were shapeshifters and ferals, though they called themselves 'kin' or 'morphs'. One of them ran the wet bar by the ballroom floor, a raccoon woman with a puffy hair style and an obviously keen eye for detail. "See anything interesting tonight?" She asked, and it wasn't in the words, but the way she said them, the way she had her head tilted, and was that the faintest of grins with a hint of a fang poking out? She knew he was blind, she knew that he only saw thanks to his monocle. It wasn't just him being a touch paranoid: she wasn't lying and wasn't being mysterious, but she also hadn't read his mind that he could tell.

"A little color here and there," was his reply. She mixed an incredibly good drink that he wasn't sure of its name - sharp, tart, but with a warm bloom at the end. He took the glass and mingled once more, looking around at all the people's shadows. Wait, he cracked a bit of a grin, tonight, he'd been made aware, everyone was in shades of grey and black and white... how he always saw them.

He saw more red around people in the casino than anywhere else, obviously, but it was all in fun. It was getting late, after hours of conversations with off-world people who may or may not be on the short list to communicate with again. He was almost relieved, an hour until the end? And no dragon had come to him even though plenty of them had passed through the area. A couple of them sniffed at him, moved on. Maybe he was too old for some of them, he'd heard that some dragonets required youth or whatever - foolish in his mind because an adult was far more capable of caring for a young dragonet.

It seems foolish to me too, someone said. I prefer confidence and wisdom, strong will. And a little bit of extra fun now and then of course.

There was suddenly a knot in his gut, because that voice wasn't spoken and it wasn't an onlooker. But it was from an incredible source. He could all but feel the waves of admiration or even envy from those around him, because the dragoness that was speaking telepathically was clearly 'his'. He could feel the warmth of her, she was large, she'd be quite big and upright. He then felt the wave of smugness from her - she could indeed sense his thoughts. Yet...

He wasn't afraid of this now. Because while he could absolutely trust this dragon... she seemed rather a lot like him: practical, sensible, devious, and ready to face the world with an eye for owning it all. And then... he saw what she saw. The range of colors and oh yeah that was what binocular vision and depth looked like...

You can still use that little piece of glass if you want, she told him with a draconic mental smirk, but I can do the same thing and in full color.

Name: Mayr Turun (MAY arr too ROON, Turun namesake will inherit in offspring or be modified by partner's naming convention accordingly)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 5'9" s/l/ws
Build: sleekly muscular
Physical Features: Tattoo mutt, four legs, two wings with feathers and membranes, head has small horns and external ears, pupiled eyes, lots of sparkly floof, paw pads and claw feet, long tail with feathers, orb with magic; requirement of being tattooed (or... temporary tattooed)
Colors: body pearlescent high white; wing membrane shiny high black, wing leading edge iridescent silver, wing feathers sparkly light grey, wing primary feathers sparkling silver; fringe fur sparkling graphite; orb silver; horns and claws black, pawpads dark, eyes pupiled yellow-gold
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 5, Endurance 4, Agility 5, Health 3, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 telepathy; 5 planeshift, paradise (self only), divination; 4 spellcasting, construct (permanent); 3 sense magic, verbal speech; 2 light breath
Parents: Sta Turun + Shigan
Bond: Nathaniel, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: His family and their companion arrived to the Ball with style, though not without a bit of introspection on Nathaniel's part. It was easy to see what the others were going to get out of it, connections and perhaps cohorts. But perhaps he too would be able to glean ... something.

It was a massive place, and it didn't take long to get adjusted to how many creatures and people were really here: they didn't know him, he didn't know them, and they all greeted him with a smile or a tray of food, or a glass of wine - all of which he took, returning a more and more genuine smile each time. It had been a long while since he'd felt... at ease.

Sure enough though, something kept nagging at him. Like he kept sensing something at the edge of his vision, hearing whispers to coerse him somewhere. But where? Without pause he followed that instinct, that urge, because it was all he knew how to do these days. Though his family continued into the venue proper and poked around where they would, but he spent the first half hour here wandering into a strange hazy hallway, through a brightly lit arched doorway, and into a room with a barber-chair in the middle of it.

The whispers were loudest here. He wondered: was this what it was like when puppeteers used their powers? Is that what it felt like to be manipulated? He somewhat doubted it; he had legs, he could walk away if he wanted to. Yet he sat in this somewhat-lumpy but clean chair and wondered what was happening. The sounds were pleased. There was thrumming, almost like a heartbeat; percussive sounds of small machines, he knew that sound. So he was here to get a tattoo?

Interesting. His right shoulder was exposed, prepared. Would this tattoo be visible when he had fur? Seemed so, because the place reeked of magic, in addition to the antiseptic and incense. But where was the inker? Who was doing this work?

Turned out: the room was. Ghostly hands with tools could be felt more than seen, were the tools modern? Or were they bamboo pins and hammered out? Didn't matter. The pain was delicious, less intense than it would be on his face where his existing script sat. And also, less colorful: this was white on his fair skin, what would that look like on fur? There were black accents, though not much, and the white seemed to adopt a very shimmery look here and there. Beautiful texture work, on a palm-height piece.

When the room stopped its work, applying soothing gel and strange clear protective wrap, he got a look at it. As the setting was obvious, this was a chess piece. A shimmering white pawn, edged in sparkling black, with what looked like a silver marble over the top of it. There was a strange shadow that seemed to hint at 'king' behind it, so a king's pawn? Interesting... The endorphin rush made him smile, appreciating the pain even more. It made him alive.

He reentered the party proper, and had a broad smile for hours. His arm stung but that was fine. It made things spicy, like the strips of meat and noodles he picked up along the banquet tables.

***

Nathaniel had danced with quite a few fantastic people, some of them human, some furry, and some defied description - he'd never met a Zeddian before and her four arms proved to be a lot of fun to spin under (yes, under, even at his biggest he'd be under this black-and-white woman's lowest pair of arms... not that he changed his shape, no... not here). He attempted to stay clear of the rabbit kin who were stomping loud and hard near the Stage, but it was actually entertaining to watch from above in the balconies. A well deserved break up there, he listened in on several fascinating business conversations among the leadership of some major dragonries. He'd tuck that information away for later!

It was growing close to midnight, so many dragons had been brought out of their large arched hall passages - his kin had been found not so long ago by their own new friends... What about him?

What about this fiercely itchy tattoo? Others had taken a week or more to heal up and get to this stage, but this one was magical, right? Shortly before the big countdown, as he was down drinking near the bigger bar and watching an amazing 'drag show' on the Stage, he got a bit woozy.

Sorry, sorry, a smooth but chipper voice appeared in his mind. This too was not like a puppeteer's string-pulling: this was an entirely separate voice from his own. Your drinks are strong! But I like them, they add something, I just don't know what to call it...

When his vision cleared, as much as it was going to, there was a strangely familiar dragonet standing next to him. Not so much a baby as the rest that had come out of their clutching dens, definitely a teenager or older.

I am not all grown up but I'm no baby, I am Mayr, and you... you gave me my Paradise. I can help you find things! Nathaniel was glad that the conversation was mental and therefore private, when the dragon added, I think you are fine the way you are. There are many who would like all of you too, you just need to find them! I'll help!

.... "Did you just... Are you saying you're going to help me get busy? Because I can do that on my own."

I won't watch, well I mean I will because I have to, you are my power supply and home, but still! A family, not just the one you already have... You have me now too.

Name: Livoy Azhath ahlHadaa (lee VOY ash HATH awl haa DAA, those who are biped shifters or who want to carry the name ahlHadaa may do so, meaning 'family lacking colors'; each given name has a meaning, this one means "night and day")
Gender: Hermaphrodite, shifts at will (+preference as desired)
Size: 8' s or head bipedal form /l/ws
Build: sleek, slinky
Physical Features: Perneseish/Zekiran/Zebra-kin, slightly furry hide; 3+thumb / claw paws, +wrist finger wings; mane and tail tuft hair; back pointing straight horns - slight Pernese influence no knobs though; horse-like face; no external ears but hears fine; pupiled or faceted eyes
Colors: body and wing backs soft white with narrow complicated stripes in dark grey, graphite paws and wing fingertips; under wings high black; mane and tail high white; claws and horns high black; eyes faceted indigo blue
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 6, Endurance 2, Agility 6, Health 5, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 Gender*/Shapeshift^, telekinetic firebreath; 4 Verbal speech, Immortality; 3 telepathy, local teleport; 2 other telekinetics, nexus teleport *because they can change gender they may present however they please but can either sire or bear offspring. They must be in female form for the duration before eggs laid or delivered, and of note they will have fewer offspring at one time than others. ^Shapeshift to one humanoid form only, as shown; at this level of ability they can instantly transfer between shapes and even simply adopt 'hands' at will; most of this shift is in the hips and hind feet in order to balance on two legs, breeding with another shifter may allow for a wider range of features
Parents: Evugith + Fadhila
Bond: Zarujse, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: It was an hour before the midnight bell, and Zarujse had spent a lot of time mingling and gambling, eating the absolutely amazing food at both the buffet and a sit-down table in the balconies. In the middle of the evening, he watched with wide eyes a performance of a group called "The Solos" (...a group, of soloists...) but it was more their stage production than the exotic ethnic-techno music, the 'place' they stood was absolutely not on the Stage. It was deep space? The windows directly around the Stage aided that illusion that wasn't an illusion - but it took until the very end of the performance for him to notice that those windows had a different view of their weird glowing 'grid' ... a view from the other side of their black hole, he could see a ship from behind them, it was like seeing a camera on a rock stage while also watching the video feed.

After watching that show, the words 'you should take the tour' were uttered by several people, and for that reason, Zarujse sought out another of the evening's amazing distractions.

For most of the night, at least one or two of the big windows beside the Stage had a similar space-look to them, but now he knew who to locate and get a better view... Because they showed literally space - moving, seen from apparently the prow of a galactic cruise star ship?! But they passed so close to stars and planets? He might want to take one of those cruises! And in fact a little later in the evening he met the woman who was guiding that ship... they would definitely be getting some goods in trade from him for that!

Zarujse almost wallowed in the luxury of this place. The architecture, the seating and dining, the smells, the textures. He was on his third pina colada of the night as that one-hour-to-go alert pinged everyone. There had been a massive number of dragons trotting around the place by then, most of them now attended but a good few still wandered the ballroom looking for their one - or their dozen, some of those had a bunch congregating near them.

There was a bump that almost made him spill his drink (that wasn't true: he'd finished the drink and it was just slushy goop now) and Zarujse glanced down to pretend to be annoyed ... but the dragon that now sat next to him was appraising the Stage show (more acrobats than you could shake a stick at, along with their blacklight-colorful dragons). All he could see was the white-and-grey, it wasn't a checkerboard-covered tiny critter, but were those markings wobbly because he was drunk as a skunk or ...?

"No, no, it's just me!" The dragon spoke. "Oh but that's not all," they rose up a little and leaned backward, raising their wings to reveal midnight-black undersides. "I've got space reserved for... y'know. Advertising or tattoos or sponsorships maybe. What do you think?"

Zarujse squinted, "sponsorships? As long as they're temporary tattoos I suppose. Wouldn't want to mess up that lovely backdrop."

The dragonet took that to heart and sat proudly, "I am lovely, aren't I."

Name: Ranidetu nye'nnay (ronny DET too nie eh NAY; Since they are supermutt with Legend Drak bloodlines they have a given name, a clutch moniker (in this case nye standing for New Year's Eve/nt for several different pairs), an ' elide, and a parent-determined last portion (in this case females get nnay, males get aynn). If they breed with further Drak like lines, or those which have naming conventions of some sort, this should carry logically, though the complexity of the Legend Drak naming has been simplified a bit for this clutch)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 8'8" s/l/ws
Build: high body, strong limbs
Physical Features: Drak-like supermutt, four legs with heavy claws, fluff on back legs; four wings two main and two butt-wings, with claws on the fore and Shatternak-styled wing barbs on hind; head has two horns, ear floof, a silky mane, multicolored sclera with pupil; tail has floof and a sharp (poison?) spine; they are furry but they are also egg-layers
Colors: body burnished platinum strongly reflective; wings burnished high white (more speckled on backs and dull on underside); buttwings clouded high black and soft white patterns; mane and tail fade from flat black to soft white tips; horn and claws are graphite, while second horn, wing spines and tail spike are soft white; ear floof misty white, eyes pupiled dark green
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 1, Endurance 3, Agility 4, Health 3, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 gene manipulation*; 5 local teleport, spit and stinger^; 4 portal, verbal speech; 1 color shift, telepathy, nexus teleport; *Genetic manipulation works in offspring to select for specific features, traits, or abilities; ^ Spit and Stinger venom are very strong indeed, and both can be selected for their specific abilities as you see fit - from mild stinging and pain to full hallucinations, to instant necrotic infection
Parents: Merajanay + Bales apa Larsis'Iann
Bond: Amah, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: The presence of so many amazing dragons and people filled Amah with both joy and a touch of anxiety: don't screw up. Of course you won't screw up. You're you! The delegation entered grandly, paraded around equally with flourish and style, and finally were absorbed by the mass of those enjoying the evening.

Up on the balconies, the reason why their patron back at the Refugium remained behind - sore feelings, still-sore wounds perhaps, in the sight of Shy and ... and the Death Court that would arrive later. Amah had seen only the results of that dangerous meeting, but the dragons behaved themselves surprisingly well after all was said and done. He was going to be heading down to the speed dating event on the dragon side - and almost gloated about being 'allowed' to attend on both sides of the venue, because most of the humanoids were stopped from moving between them by ... magic? technological barriers? something else? But he shifted back to his full feathery-armored glory and was going to just stroll right through.

However even on this side of the event, Amah was a flirt and star of his own little batch of groupies when he made his presence known at the edge of the ball floor. There was room for several medium sized dragons up above, who at this point in the evening were seen in the form of a circle of small ones doing an intricate dance with a bunch of small flitters forming what looked like bright whoosh lines. Quite clever!

It was when one of those flits changed direction unexpectedly and smashed into the wing of another dragon, then fell flat to the floor, that Amah instinctively rushed over, any thoughts of going on a quickie fling all but forgotten. Though small, the little creature was still practically the only thing Amah could see. But oh how it hurt ... it was in so much pain.

And then it was abruptly covered in brightly bubbling goop. There was an audible gasp from so many people around them, Amah's included. But he looked next to him at an elegantly long dragonet - one who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere by his side. She had small buds on her head that showed she would have horns, and already bore shiny bicolored fur along her neck and tail. There was such concentration on her muzzle, and her floofy ears did all the expression that eyebrows on a human might.

"Will it be okay?" She asked, pointedly at Amah.

Who then blinked quickly and realized: that flitter was in stasis now - the pain had gone, replaced by a sort of fuzzy feeling of unconsciousness. And that was good, because it had broken its neck with that swift fall to the floor. Very carefully, Amah turned his attention on the flitter, and then its owner who was wide-eyed and in tears over it. A small pale dragon with bright checkerboard wings slunk up to the girl, apologetically whining.

"It will be all right," Amah said, shifting into a humanoid form in order to more easily manipulate the fallen (and... slimy) flitter. With his size no longer an issue, he carefully concentrated on the flitter's injuries. Very shortly, as the spit from the dragon evaporated and allowed it to breathe normally, it started making noises objecting to being handled by someone other than its owner.

He watched her collect the little black flit with such concern, and then she turned to the smaller hatchling beside her. "It's okay, I know it was an accident... it happens. We're just lucky these two were here!"

The crowd that had gathered began to disperse, right around the time Amah realized that yes... They were two now. The platinum-brushed dragoness looked a little tired, slightly shaken, but still deserved the attention and praise.

You certainly knew just what to do, Amah sent, that was quick thinking.

"I couldn't let it suffer like that," she said. She wrapped her tail around her forefeet, almost shy. "I am Ranidetu nye'nnay and I would like to come with you, we... make a good team?"

Others agreed, but the only one whose words meant anything to her was Amah.

Name: Lamlaeju (lawm LAY joo, though the main cluch pieces inherit -TH from their Pernese parents, the knockoffs have the -LAEJU moniker which will stick with them if they are promoted and breed)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 3'0" s/l/ws
Build: slinkier than some of their peers
Physical Features: Pernese with embellishments, four legs and two wings all with short sharp claws; long muscular tail with spade; dished head with knobs having short horns, and a tall segmented crest, faceted eyes
Colors: White Pawn 5, shiny light grey body; claws and horns dark; wingsails are transparent and improbably have striking checkerboard patterns that are smaller underneath, and larger on the backs... crest and tail spade have small checkerboards; eyes faceted red
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 2 except for Agility of 4
Abilities: as their larger counterparts only they cannot use firebreath and cannot control humanoids, have an average of 2 level in most things otherwise, and a 5 in flitter control
Parents: Donor Clutch Laeurath + Juth
Bond: Yessula Vanelis, Impression
Meeting Notes: (also see above) This would be so great for extra credit! The whole thing was almost intimidating but Yessula was nothing if not excited about new events and activities. Even though she'd been brought by Baeris herself, she might or might not be going home with the venerated woman, because they'd taken a long side tour of Carramba High... Establishing her as a student before anything else. So maybe she'd head back to Twoarth, but. But. There were so many other places that might suit her too?

For the moment, her place was by the side of a number of the other students that Baeris had brought, on the big Stage (what a thrill!) but their focus was all on the dragons and flitters above them. Even if the venue was under the sea by miles, and indoors, the troupe was practiced with that kind of thing and had even performed at half time in a basketball game at Carramba. With their flitters and small dragons (well, not everyone had both, in fact only the team leader did) they ascended the stage steps and then took to the arena with the orchestra nearby adding zings and stings to their performance.

What they hadn't really counted on was the other dragons arrival - several nests had broken shell and been brought out already but by this time in the night it was so hard to say how many were left. With the break in the dancing for most of their performance about to wrap up, they would have to break again when the two nests worth of tiny little dragonets were brought out.

And that was when disaster struck. One of the overly eager 'checkerboard knockoffs' from one nest tumbled up to Yessula just before their big finale, and interrupted the performers with an excited surge of power! I can do that too! it exclaimed, and ... then... while the rest of the performance did finish up, albeit minus their one black flitter, almost everyone's eyes were on the fallen flit that had landed so hard on the marble floor.

Yessula was mortified, but not just that her role had been disrupted, but that the little dragonet was hers and was so shocked... She wasn't listening to the other dragons around, only this one checkerboard-winged one, when it pleaded forgiveness and its own terror at having done something wrong from the very start.

The big turquoise and copper dragon ... shapeshifted into a more human version?! And the beautiful shiny platinum one who showed up just then, they acted so swiftly to save the life of the little flitter. Numerous others were there, making certain that all the performers were safe and nothing weird had happened to any of them.

Her dragon - her dragon - bespoke with a tremble, I'm so sorry, I - I didn't... I didn't mean to!

"It's okay, I know it was an accident... it happens. We're just lucky these two were here!" She felt the wave of relief on the dragonet, and once her flitter was restored enough to perch on her shoulder again it seemed that even after such a disruption and sudden trauma, the flit was willing to forgive and forget. ... Well it probably would have forgotten anyway but that's beside the point.

I am Lamlaeju, my one, I promise I will do better next time.

As they went to the feeding area Yessula took that to heart, "we'll make an even better team when we graduate!"

Name: Axynth'Alkar (AXE inth AWL kar, naming convention thanks to dad's side of things since mother is basically Pernese the first name is -TH ended, if bred to another with a last name, modify it accordingly or use Alkar)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 3'7" s/l/ws
Build: slinky
Physical Features: Pernese mutt with highly cat-like qualities, including four legs and 2 wings all with sharp large claws, wing wrist has two claws; split-ended tail; head has external ears, and long back-pointing horns; offspring are split with either faceted or pupiled eyes
Colors: body gel shiny soft white; wingsails solid glass-reflective graphite; claws and horns dark, eyes faceted indigo
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 6, Endurance 2, Agility 3, Health 6, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 telepathy; 5 speed boost; 4 blood magic (empathy, sense life, detect/communicate with family, emotion control), nexus teleport; 3 verbal speech, planeshift; 2 local teleport, unassisted firebreath; 1 existing fire manipulation
Parents: Kelirith + Baniar'Alkar
Bond: Negerd Midgee, Impression, Multibond
Meeting Notes: The chief medical officer of the Refugium had quite a bit to say about how many different species were represented - both on their station, and here at the Ball. While she wanted to hang out with a number of the other medical professionals - Baeris and Melissa and whoever else clumped up around them - she did manage to successfully distract herself to move through the venue. It was smaller than the Refugium by quite a bit obviously, but it felt like it was vast. Her bond Reatuath also conveyed some of that: the draconic portion of the venue was 'still indoors' but it was bigger than most of their 'cavern space' decks.

After being chided by Amah about it, she tried to think of this more as a vacation, more of a spontaneous and fun venture, but still... Midgee was hardly the sort to be easily able to put aside thoughts of medical situations or research.

And of course she got to exercise a little of that medical work when one of the ballroom acts went a little wrong. She wasn't in the nearest area to them just at that moment, but Negerd made sure that the performers whose dragons had not been injured were doing okay - was this a plot? Was there some danger? No, turned out it was just a tiny new and inexperienced dragon... With terrible timing.

Agreed, they could have been more patient, but then we all wanted to come out and see everything. Here we are, by the way. The mental voice was strong and sure, and Negerd felt a Reatuath suddenly perk up.

Who's this? Oh wonderful! Come to the dragon side, I want to meet you!

You've seen us, I needed to introduce myself to our bond, the dragonet explained, more to the other dragon lurking in Negerd's mind. Sleek and shiny, she looked positively polished under all the lights. Mutely, the physician followed this small catlike dragon through one of the archways, one which the dragonet had been eager to pass. Back into the 'dragon side' of the venue suddenly Negerd felt very small. Dragons here came in all sizes and shapes, beautifully colored, but almost all of them had a black or white sash, lace over their horns, or some other decoration to fit with the theme of the ball itself.

Reatuath gently slid up to them; this new dragon would be barely the size of her head! But Midgee did make note that she had dark horn buds in a similar style to her existing, Alskyran, dragon - a feature which was a bit odd considering she was also very ... catlike.

How many different kinds of dragons are there, though? I see that one has paws, and another one has thumbs, and that one has feathers... they're all so varied!

"We will definitely make a good team," Negerd said, assessing the dragonet's inquisitive and confident nature. "Now, you'll have to share your quarters, if that's all right."

I don't want to cause a bother.

We won't need to move because of you, the multicolored dragoness asserted. Their quarters would be just fine for a little dragonet!

Name: Taeuth (TAY ooth; traditional -TH ending for Pernese oriented family lines)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 6' s/l/ws (green)
Build: sturdy
Physical Features: Pernese with embellishments, four legs and two wings all with short sharp claws; long muscular tail with spade; dished head with knobs having short horns, and a tall segmented crest
Colors: Body marbled flat black with mist white; wings solid gemtoned diamond; crest and tail spade strong silver; horns and claws white; eyes faceted green
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 1, Endurance 3, Agility 4, Health 4, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, nexus teleport; 5 local and time teleports, telekinetics; 4 assisted firebreath; 3 flitter control; 2 telepathy; 1 emotion control
Parents: Laeurath + Juth
Bond: Queen Gleam, Multibond
Meeting Notes: They called many dragonesses here 'queens', but perhaps only this one attending could truly be one. She had offspring in attendance, but also her whole entourage were both her subjects and her protected family. Eager to expand, willing to look into unusual spaces - if usually at a distance. Queen Gleam arrived as a bit of a surprise. She didn't 'get out' much, vastly preferring her dimly lit cavern habitat and her assortment of shiny things to keep her occupied. But still here she was, taking in the sights and sensations, and perhaps wondering what might come of all of this.

She spent quite a lot more time staring out into the odd windows of this manufactured cavern, than mingling, truth be told. There were indeed plenty of other ambassadors and folk to greet - which she did, dutifully, a bit distantly. But out there in the depths around Rapture, there were dragons. Elegant, large, drifting with the tide's pull. They sang, she listened.

Also in those windows, worlds with intriguing landscapes and animals, and people - who weren't just 'humanoid', many who could be said to be crystaline in nature, some that were deadly to those around them. All, assessed for their potential use in her colony. While she had overseen her own children as they went off with their chosen partners and groups, she herself had not experienced this aspect of draconic life before.

There were so many ways a dragon could find their group... A soulmate, a mating partner, a team, a family. No one faulted her for returning to the dragon-portion of the venue when the introductions were finished, here were the riders of some dragons, there were leaders and physicians of that world or this one. Curt, somewhat blunt, Gleam excused herself and got more comfortable to watch what odd entertainment was being provided. Feats of draconic strength did intrigue her. Sharpshooting contests with fire blasts against a well-shielded and magically-contained target. Dragons danced in the air above their floors, but also slunk around and played other games that humanoids simply didn't comprehend.

Each of the nests of small hatchlings were brought here, entering the dragons presence and some formally allying themselves before even bothering with the humanoid portion. It was one such dragon that remained, steadfastly beside Queen Gleam and her attendants. They had made room, though not much was needed for such a tiny creature.

She watched with a careful faceted eye, and even began mimicking some of Gleam's motions.

This amused the great dragoness, in her own way. The mottled markings on this black and white dragon would be apt to blend in with the right cavern walls and ore deposits, or the wings with ice and bare volcanic rock.

I will do my best, the dragonet bespoke. Her mood was of far more than merely a follower, she was already dedicated to the cause and the colony. I will find my place. It will be among many!

Well that certainly is true... Truer than she even realized. (See below!)

Name: Luysheva (loo EE she VAH, a mixture of the parents names, as apparently is now tradition for the dad's line)
Gender: choose (+preference as desired)
Size: 7' head bipedal/l/ws
Build: burly
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
Colors: Black Pawn 5, body medium graphite, with face and tail marked in small checkerboard pattern; wingsails*, webbing small checkerboards; spines dark, horns and claws white, eyes green
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence all average 3 with one being 2 and one more 4 your choices
Abilities: while the knockoffs are less skilled than their full size Piece siblings, Black Pawn siblings are adept with Infernal and Void powers; with 4 for Telepathy, local and nexus teleportation; and 2 for magic breath and poison stingers *this specific knockoff can slightly camouflage their wings (only) by dulling their markings, though not truly color-shifting - this will carry in any offspring should they be promoted to Piece but they cannot pass the Spirit powers from their White pawn companions at all
Parents: Donor Clutch Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Ezio Zwitterion, Queen Gleam et al, Sponsorship, Multibond
Meeting Notes: The end of the evening was upon them - or at least, the middle, given how much celebration there was still happening around both sides of the venue. Queen Gleam and her smaller charges, including her newest, gave off howls and croons of delight. Normally she wouldn't have cut loose but... tonight was special. Maybe there was something in the water fountain (a full sized fountain, for dragons to drink fresh water) ... maybe it was just the euphoria of the whole night catching up with all of the dragons. Some had been a bit on the rowdy side, but no lasting harm was done, and plus there was that sparring contest put together for just such a reason late at night.

Sleepy little Taeuth was nestled closer to Tempered, but still gave her own little warbling call at midnight. They had chosen a spot befitting of a queen and her group, a large nook on the second ledge up from the floor, lit by plants that glowed and crystals that hummed with life of their own. When a shadow passed over one of those plants, it shrunk, like a snail's eye would, suddenly dousing the area in darkness for a moment. Boldly shot a glance over, but there were no attackers.

Rather, two dragons that hadn't been there before. Boldly rose and sniffed them over, but they sniffed right back. Croak joined in, these were dragons that... intended to remain. The weird 'flitter' that Croak had found in a gift bag earlier rode on her snout and somehow managed to remain there even while the dragons all jostled to see their new company.

I found this one sneaking around, the lighter colored wing-armed one bespoke to all. But they just wanted to come along with me... and you, if that is all right?

I wasn't sneaking, I was approaching! The queen should have her proper court and what court would be complete without me?

This is Luysheva, and I am Ezio Zwitterion, I know it's late, but we got a bit caught up in the fray on the other side of the event... You know how those humanoids can get, they want to see everything...

Can see why they would look at you! Croak was barely bigger than this Ezio, but had already decided she liked him. The dark and checkerboard patterned Luysheva gave a little huff, split tail carefully sweeping around behind them.

I have heard you inhabit a ... a space station? That means technology, doesn't it? I'm bound to be good with that, Ezio proclaimed.

A small dragon has their uses, Gleam said, and both Croak and Boldly fluttered their wings a little.

Oh but I don't have to be small! Ezio then moved to the side of the ledge and grew half again bigger! With a bit of effort he did a 'ta-daa' with his wing arms, and then reverted to his hatchling-size. Interested now in earnest, she appraised the dragonet and decided it would be good to have such a feature among her colony.

Her gaze then went to the dark dragon, who was having no trouble at all standing on two legs - didn't even have to flap like other dragons to do that. Gleam did the draconic equivalent of raising an eyebrow very slowly at them, and Luysheva did the draconic equivalent of 'oh, you!'

I am good with sneaking, if I'm not being tailed unexpectedly, they gave a roll of their head toward Ezio, even if I'm... heavily decorated. They indicated their wings, which turned to a mottled, slightly marbled looking grey - mixing the bold black and white in a way that looked quite a bit like Taeuth's hide!

Having stealth on our side is important, Gleam announced quietly. Now, enjoy the rest of this festival, we leave when you young ones are ready to sleep. You will wake in my colony.

Name: Humaeth (who MAY eth, mother's -TH ended Pernese name, siblings and some descendants may inherit 'word' names based on their potential abilities instead)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 9'3" s/l/ws (pernese bronze small)
Build: Burly, well-proportioned
Physical Features: Pernese/Pyrrhan, four legs, two wings, all with claws; strong neck; spaded tail with double row of spine/nubs; hide with scaled armor (spliced features carry as-is to any Pernese, may lapse to scaled with similar pair); face sharp with back-pointing horns, external ears, spike crest; eyes may be faceted or pupiled
Colors: body marbled smoke with silver that seems quite reflective and billowy under different lighting, with belly armor in high black; armor shiny mist white; wingsails marbled high black and silver looking like angry storm clouds at night; spikes and back ridges mottled high black and smoke, horns smoke and soft white, claws black; eyes pupiled dark blue
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 2, Endurance 4, Agility 5, Health 5, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 telepathy, nexus teleport; 5 stealth, unassisted firebreath; 3 local teleport, verbal speech; 1 lifespan* *simply means he's not outright immortal, otherwise may still be hurt
Parents: Amrith + 50 Shades of Grey
Bond: Zeraya'tya, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: With two large dragons attending from the distant system of Zar and its various habitats, they got to see spaces in the Checkerboard venue that humanoids simply didn't get to. Zeraya wasn't going to wait around for the larger but far more timid Motif to accept the offer of investigating the back rooms, but it was clear to the multi-headed ambassador that she'd need a nudge or two to get her rolling in the right direction. One of Zeraya's heads gave a tsk tsk noise and nosed toward the large draconic side of the ballroom.

We'll go in there, look around a bit. You're here to have fun and mingle, not to find a job.

Motif obeyed, but obviously had a lot more on her mind than the green ambassador anticipated. But for the first few hours, at least, Zeraya paced through the bigger areas of the event and communed with 'important' dragons and humanoids alike. She spotted the very angry-looking eyes of a slender woman on one of the balconies, but she was surrounded by others who commanded her attention. Might be trouble, that one, but she didn't really know quite why.

For the moment though, she sampled the different fresh meats from many worlds - no she didn't know that there were 'deer and rabbit' analogs on most inhabitable planets, but my oh my they were delicious? The feeding habits of some dragons left a little to be desired, but this was a party and it was expected that even draconic types would wind up drunk and dancing on tables.

One of the attendees, a Nightmourner by their appearance, had been waving their long wispy tendrils around and caused a group of smaller dragons to sway with a narcotically induced hallucination. Intriguing. She'd have to look into that for ... reasons. Might be easier to control rowdy groups at events.

It looked like it was a few hours until the midnight peak of the party, when a pair of markedly disparate dragons presented their offspring. One thing that the humanoids didn't seem to realize was that the dragons had the first showing - moving through the larger sized ballroom first, then coming through the smaller but more crowded two-legger rooms. So here were a batch of amazing mottled and varied dragons! Appreciably different in size as well as the aura they gave off. The much larger sire of the clutch was of a breed not typically represented around the Nexus - yet. But given their partnership with a very small hardly-traditional Pernese, that was clearly about to change.

They didn't bumble and flop around, at least most of them didn't. A few looked like their wings had yet to fully mature, likely a feature of that Nightwing's line, or ones similar to him. But these were hardly fresh-hatched, Zeraya knew that just by looking at them and sniffing the air. No stray egg goo, no furious scrambling to... She blinked away thoughts in all three of her heads, they would not be the type to do those things.

What things?

Zeraya stiffened a little, which one of you said that? She asked.

I did! A young and healthy looking male strode up to her. Though he would be burly and strong, she'd still be bigger overall, but - she was already looking forward to seeing him grow up. I'm glad, because I'm going with you. What things? I should know what things because I can help you avoid them, you don't like that thought you had but I missed what that thought was...

So he was just ... reading her mind entirely? (He nodded) Interesting...What else can you do?

Name: Capodannoth (cap oh DAWN noth, traditional -TH ended Pernese name, new year in Italian)
Gender: male (+preference as desired)
Size: 6'3" s/l/ws
Build: muscular, wiry
Physical Features: Pernese, four legs and two wings all with short claws, long neck with boxy head, prominent fangs, high crest, faceted eyes; slender tail with spade tip
Colors: body dark grey with speckly/sparkly mist white points on face, feet, wing fingers, and tail; wingsails graphite with mist markings in very festive 'bubbles' and nebula; crest and tail spade, and claws, high black, eyes faceted cyan
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 6, Endurance 3, Agility 6, Health 2, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 telepathy; 4 nexus teleportation, assisted firebreath, amenable to non-human and multi-bonding; 3 local teleportation
Parents: Ancheoth + Tehndarinth
Bond: Mihr, Impression, Multibond (see below)
Meeting Notes: When Mihr arrived to the event venue there was a bit of a hiccup. Well not so much a bad thing, more... the pair of multidimensional men in formalwear (when were they not?) put everything on pause and took a good long look at them. Obviously the pair were telepathically sizing them up, and for that reason, Mihr took a moment to turn their colorful shoulders and flex.

One of the Lanes maintained a straight face, somehow, but the other, the one with more genuine grin-lines and a slightly kinder-gentler feel, gave a single half-suppressed chortle. He turned to his companion, shrugged, and opened a brightly glowing rectangular doorway back to wherever it was he lurked during the party. The other remained just a moment longer, straightened his tie, and did the same to a slightly different spot. Apparently having passed this test, 'not-a-threat' 'still-has-strong-powers' left in the mental air around Mihr, the demon decided to enter the party with as much of a flourish and a broad smile.

There was dancing! And drinking! And music from so many different styles it was a wonder anyone could keep their dancing straight. They didn't: Mihr saw tangos and hip hop and formal stuffy court dances all happening at once. Wait, no, that was in sequence, but that's fine. Mihr was used to it. This place seemed to be trying to help them sort out things moment by moment, and Mihr took another few slices of time to appreciate that fact.

The location was such a mishmash, so entrancing. Joined to a single anchoring physical location, but with a fractal array of times and dimensions splintering away from it on all sides. There was a big chunk of what Mihr heard was 'the Healing Den' over on one side, another called 'The Stage' (pronounce the The right!) where the performances were centered, and a dozen smaller spots that reached the casino and dragon nests and a very intriguing dark corridor going ... somewhere Mihr wasn't supposed to be. They shrugged their gorgeous shoulders and moved on, if it wasn't for them they didn't need nor want it. (Wait, wait, that... wasn't typically xir excuse for not doing something... was that the Lanes doing it for them? they did have an awful lot of power between the two of them - and there were six more of him scattered around this venue, that might explain it.)

It was so hard to decide where to go first, what to do then, who to meet next. They'd gotten the idea that perhaps freezing or restarting time in a loop was ... a bit of a no-no, from that nearly silent meeting with the Lanes, so xe decided to stick with the floor show in the main ballroom for a while. Besides, there was a buffet filled with positively scrumptious items, including puff pastries and wildly tasty guacamole and salsa with chips... And the booze, oh how it flowed. In tall fluted glasses, in big round mugs, in simple silver goblets. Everyone had a drink (well, everyone minus a few of those younger-units that somehow managed to arrive), everyone was just. So perfectly overflowing with the mood of the event.

It was still quite early in the evening when a pair who had been billed as 'the first of the group' brought out their small cadre of hatchlings. Mihr flipped through the pamphlet (they provided the whole evening's schedule along with detailed and image-heavy pages about each of the dragon pairs? How thoughtful!) and discovered that 'first' in this case meant 'they were originally laid somewhere that went dormant' for so many years... Well then this was certainly cause to celebrate after all this time, and time seemed to be a theme that even the dragonets knew.

We waited a very long time, a voice broke Mihr's mental barrier with ease. Normally that might be cause for alarm for such a thing... But it was followed by a warm, hungry, satisfied gloating. The confident little dragonet walked with his long wings held as high as he could manage, which wasn't honestly much but he was just a little one! Wouldn't be very big anyway, given the parents were ... well, small! Shorter by a good margin than Mihr xirself.

"Well now you don't have to wait! This is the time of your life!" Mihr exclaimed, and swept the dragon into xir arms, hugging him not-too-hard, "you're a hungry little one aren't you, I wonder if the meat is as delicious as the plated frites."

They went to find out! (continued below)

Name: Erb Zwitterion (URB as above)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 3'10" s/l/ws
Build: muscular
Physical Features: (as above)
Colors: White Pawn 6, body medium grey with very shiny black face, belly and neck, with white bow-tie marking on chest; wingsails and fins checkerboard, smaller on fins; eye armor bright white, shoulder armor shiny black; mane chrome; eyes faceted red-violet
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence (see above)
Abilities: (see above)
Parents: Donor Clutch Evocation Zone + Errick
Bond: Mihr, Multibond with whoever!
Meeting Notes: Close to midnight, for whatever it was worth here in a place frozen outside of time, Mihr brought Capo back to the dance floor, draped over xir shoulders and enjoying being carried over the entire mess of people. As the clock hadn't been seen to move while anyone was watching, Mihr kept trying to grab a glimpse of it, it refused, all but with a silent dimension-breaking laugh. But that last minute or two was very, very visible to everyone: staring at it as the second-hand actually appeared in its silvery metallic glory. Mihr did see how all the disparate dimensions contributed to this, coalesced into a long and straight metallic beam.

The countdown had begun, there were dozens of people with young dragonets, big dragons with their new charges gathered similarly on adult shoulders, all focused on that clock as it struck midnight once and for all.

Mihr hooted and howled with the rest, surrounded by like-minded mortals, it was glorious. The party wasn't over by a long shot, obviously, even if it had been going for some hours before. It would be ages before all the dragons were gone, all the partiers sent home with their gift baggies and little flitters or party favors.

Mihr nearly tripped over a pair of attendant dragons, they wouldn't get out of the way!

Of course we will not get out of the way, we're going home with you! We can help make your stage show really hop! We know how!

Mihr then realized that this pair had been bringing them drinks for hours... Always these two, this same pair. Sometimes they had other duties, bringing trays of food balanced on their shoulder fins to the big dining tables, or delivering a bucket with a sponge to a cleanup crew. But always... they'd returned. Made sure that Mihr had a drink or a snack, that Capo was suitably comfortable or had another little snippet of fresh fish or meat.

They'd watched when Mihr got up on the Stage with the big drag show - oh that was so much fun, so colorful even if most of the costume feathers and floof were black and white! The vampiric Miss Sanguine was entrancing, the ostentatious Yodel Hidalgo sparkled like champagne, a dozen others with their hair done just-so, with their makeup bold enough to be seen across the venue. They knew how to party... And Mihr remembered seeing the dragons down there, big faceted eyes glittering with amazement.

So now... Now they wanted to come back to the station?

And help!? "Perfect!" Mihr was so giddy, grabbed them both (they would be even smaller than Capo!) to celebrate the rest of the night with some well earned time off!

Name: Yemas'nye (YEH mass NIE; father's naming convention indicates location or clan, in this case 'nye for New Year's Eve/nt; further generations should follow local tradition or family name for this addition; note also that ^markings indicate strength of magic or inherent abilities, following father's line, not all in this clutch are strong enough in those powers to show - in this dragon, he does have enough to produce markings, however he is an average-ranked Myrsilk in this regard
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 18'7" s/l/ws
Build: limber, slinky
Physical Features: Pyrrhan/Myrsilk, remarkably long, four legs, two wings with very large ice-cutting claws on all; long head with external ears, sharp back-pointing horns, cheek horns, and paired curved neck spines, end of long skinny tail also has sharp spines; pupiled eyes; *scaled hide (found in only some of this clutch), armor, will breed similarly to other types accordingly
Colors: *scaled body produces specled effect, main misty white, boots sparkly graphite, ^note has diamond / male markings on face, chest, and tail indicating power level in graphite; wings marbled smoke and graphite greys; spikes, claws, horns shiny graphite; eyes indigo
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 3, Endurance 3, Agility 5, Health 3, Intelligence 6
Abilities: 6 ice breath, void magic^, nexus teleport, prediction; 5 divination, void portal^, local teleport; 4 verbal speech; 3 summoning^, ice manipulation; 2 speed tricks, telepathy, body language; 1 prophesy
Parents: Smirch + Nekeel Void Shaman
Bond: Motif Trana Kasaita, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: Even if she wasn't here to 'work', mingling led to so many potential outlets for Motif's energy. The three headed ambassador sent her along to have some fun, though here she was at the draconic buffet table putting effort into arranging the bigger cuts of meat into directions and piles that would be easier to grasp and gobble down.

At least they seemed to appreciate this, the dragons working this area were just as overworked as any humanoid in a kitchen! According to her, anyway...

A good number of dragons attracted her attention over the course of the next few hours. Not just in the form of hatchlings that came through the large draconic chambers, but when they began performing on that big multi-dimensional stage. How did they manage it? Some of them were actually outside, swimming in the deepest waters and provided deep rhythmic booms to the warbling and chanting on the stage. There were even performances of smaller flighted dragons in the big domed area they all lounged around in!

While she was busy helping pick up a spilled bucket of hatchling-feed she missed the group of dragons that were being presented around two hours before midnight. They were among the biggest of the dragons at the event, too! One of the hatchlings, however, noticed right away. Nudged on by his sire with a rumbling chuckle, the scaled dragonet stood tall as he could, angled his wings in just such a way, and walked up behind Motif.

She did spot him peeking around, on tiptoe and with his long neck extended.

Motif pushed the meat into the fallen bucket, and with a draconic grin, slid it toward the dragon. "Ooh, yes please?" He was able to restrain himself long enough that Motif could get out of his way, and then he gently nosed into the bucket. It wasn't gentle in a moment or two, he hadn't realized just how hungry he was!

But Motif realized he'd come to her specifically when he finished up and gazed at her. "Am I too messy to mingle with you?"

She chuckled, "I can get you cleaned up and we can go mingle!"

Name: Firreth (FUR reth, standard -TH ended name for Pernese)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 5'8" s/l/ws (green)
Build: sleek
Physical Features: Pernese, four legs, two wings, all with claws; head knobs and soft short neck ridge, tail spade, faceted eyes on some, pupils on others
Colors: body solid silver; wings soft white with ice-white (blue) dappling; crest and tail spade ice-white with silver dappling; claws ice white, eyes faceted dark blue
Stats: Strength 1, Speed 4, Endurance 4, Agility 4, Health 5, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 nexus sense*, local teleport; 5 nexus communicate*; 2 unassisted firebreath, telepathy; 1 time teleport *these powers allow her to communicate with and unerringly locate her partner in addition to other Nexus-based dragons and people
Parents: Gertith + Surrith
Bond: Merete Konjin, Impression
Meeting Notes: He was very sure that his younger cohorts would find dragons here, but on arrival it was impossible to say just when, where, or with which types. So he figured, screw it, get a drink, put himself into the casino for a spin or two of the wheel. He saw quite a bit of winning, and wasn't foolish enough to try and cheat - not with the people running the place apt to be watching.

Merete mingled with high ranking people from the Den, from Vella Crean, from the Warren, and the Rookery, farther reaches than he imagined. Something kept bugging him, though, so he would pause now and again. Look around, scan the area for untoward activities, unsavory people. And he knew from unsavory.

Nothing, again. It was after he'd noticed Asco had paired up with ... with a shapeshifter? Huh, go figure? That he kept feeling it again and again, for the next half-hour or so. Finally though, when he was digging in to some delicious pasta and white sauce from the busy buffet table...

It occurred to him that maybe it was the dragon that kept appearing in his vision. With little bursts of... something? He had written the feeling off as nerves and the weird location. But that wasn't it at all, was it. When this dragonet's parents had brought out their brood and then some (those littler ones with the checkerboard patterns) Merete had been in the casino. Now he was seeing them around, almost all of them paired off with someone, being carried, or tagging along looking for more scraps of meat.

This one though, sat patiently near the hallway to that casino, and gently cleaned her wings.

How did he know it was a female?

Nothing outwardly, plus it was just a hatchling, hardly a mature dragon and it wasn't like he would know them by sight. His database could call up breed information, but these, though Pernese by genetics... Were all silver and white and pale blue... Icy colors. And smaller than typical even for their coloration apparently, according to the network information.

Finally she realized he was looking at her, and finally... She rose, a bit shy at first, but then with his full attention on her she gained speed. She wouldn't be the biggest of even their clutch, but still, he imagined himself attempting to ride...

I know you can't really hear me, there was static in his head. Something was definitely wrong, maybe ... maybe with that implant? But I am here for you. You'll find a way.

There was a weird sensation in his gut, something he had to just... believe. "Did... you just speak to me?" He asked, Merete suddenly realizing: he had a brain implant. While that might not be a problem for some breeds... this was a stock-in-trade Pernese, they hadn't been bred with that kind of thing in mind at all!

She nodded, a very Human gesture.

Been waiting. Hungry, ate, cleaned. Here now. The dragonet did seem to be... thinking to him? But he couldn't detect anything more than what equated to radio static and another very clear sensation of mood. Well, if she was communicating she definitely could convey emotion - just the words were being garbled, he guessed. Then she tilted her head, seemingly listening to some other dragon - maybe one of her parents. And a little lightbulb went off figuratively.

I can sense you, you are mine, my one. She came in much more clearly now, what exactly had she... I am reaching through- through the nexus? It was a question and it was more aimed at her sire, Surrith, apparently, because that white dragon had slipped in and now stood with his rider, who was apparently a feline of some kind. The nexus lets me see things. It's like that window, the dragonet glanced toward one of the tall arched windows beside the Stage - the one that had ... just. Void, space, maybe another planet, maybe it was nowhere. But it did feel like the place echoed through her mind now, when she touched Merete's.

"I... I am so sorry, little one, I think I know your name but I'm..." The Heimdall's general secretary scratched the back of his head, "You're Firreth," he said, with equal amounts of confidence and uncertainty. But the dragonet stood, brightly twittering with a song. "It is?" There was relief, and Tran, the dragonrider, gave a muzzle-smirk.

"Clever girl, take good care of her," he said, and wandered back into the fray with his white dragon apparently chuffing with pride.

"I... I will?" Merete said, blinking away tears. The feeling in his gut was comfort and confidence and hunger still. Her moods, bleeding right into his own. That was a feeling he'd missed, so many mistakes in his life were washed away with her weird static-filled chittering in his mind. Perhaps later he'd have to find a way to tune his memory drive, or shield it or... something. He wanted to feel and hear this dragon's mind fully, not just bounced between dimensions into his head.

Name: Ronanex Moonshield (row NON ecks; Moonshield is the clan's name for this event and clutch, taken by full Pieces, given names can be of any sort of sound)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 7'9" s/l/ws
Build: even, sleek
Physical Features: Drakkari / Dragonstake mutt, high bodied and long legs, four legs and two wings, with claws on legs only; conical face with small horn on nose, and fanned head fins, otherwise smooth until the tip of very long narrow tail in a small spade; hide that is very shiny, pupiled eyes
Colors: body metallic cloud grey; wingsails strongly shiny metallic chrome; fins and tail spade sparkly pale grey; eyes rust-red; claws and nose horn light
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 4, Endurance 3, Agility 6, Health 5, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 local teleport, telepathy; 5 share magic, freeze breath; 4 empathy; 3 nexus teleport, moonlink portal, verbal speech; 1 moon magic, fire breath
Parents: Rakki + Sasazik
Bond: Diggory Blum, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: Diggory had passed numerous tables, the buffet, even gone into the casino to have a little fun - won a little bit too! She'd even prowled around as a four-footer, there were plenty of 'kin' and morphs attending. She nibbled at the dark bread and thin sliced raw fish, preferred the grilled steak and carrots. Diggory caught snippets of conversations, but the only ones she had interest in following up on were those of her peers with their dragons!

They were so energetic, hungry, curious. She'd begun to get a little antsy about this whole venture too, because... Well, it was nearly midnight? Dutifully she checked in with them every hour, and a pang of... was that envy? Began creeping into her gut.

What if she didn't find a dragon? What if no dragon found her to be the right one?

Don't worry, I'm right here. You're the right one, I just wanted to make sure. I've been following leads!

Diggory blinked quickly, looking around. There were dragons all right, even after the midnight cheer?

Oh yes, plenty of us too! The dragon drew himself up to the constable, and proudly displayed himself. Shiny, ... like a badge!

I am Ronanex. If there's a place with a moon, I will be able to go there. We can investigate together. If you'll let me come along?

"We'll have to get you trained and get your permits," Diggory grinned, glancing over at her boss. "I'm sure we'll make a terrific team!" She could feel the dragon's mood, easing into her own mind. It would be good to have another pair of eyes on activities around the Heimdall!

Name: Tserrith (tss ERR ith, Pernese influenced naming structure on both sides of the family but isn't truly Pernese)
Gender: female (+preference as desired)
Size: 9'8" s/l/ws; 6'5" head/17' ws humanoid
Build: slinky, speedy, slick
Physical Features: Pernese-Alskyran/Danachian/Eienic Mutt, four legs and two wings, feet have apparently retractable claws, wings have large wrist thumbs with thick claws; angular head with knobs having very long and sharp horns, faceted eyes, and a jagged tall crest, echoed on the spade of very long slender tail; humanoid form is elegantly lean, curvy, and sports hair instead of a neck ridge only in this shape, eyebrows, pointed ears also only in this shape, humanoid face (no big muzzle, but still has sharply pointed teeth, eyes are still faceted iris/pupil but have sclera); fingers are long and sharp ended, feet claws retract
Colors: body calico sharply marked very shiny, base pale grey with high white and high black marks; wingsails strong graphite; crest and tail spade (and hair in alt shape) calico high white, pale grey, graphite; horns (and claws in humanoid form) high white; eyes green
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 4, Endurance 1, Agility 6, Health 3, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 Telekinetics, ShapeShift#; 5 longevity, local teleport, telepathy; 4 verbal speech, void teleport*; 2 VoidSense*; 1 Vspell*, Firebreath^; # Shapeshift is quick and complete to alternate humanoid form only, not capable of shifting into any other form, all powers available in both forms; *void abilities need to be either trained by a capable draconic instructor, or ignored as they are only 'potential' and not innate; ^Firebreath is unassisted and may pass to next generation, but not functional at this level
Parents: Calietosth + Dairruinth
Bond: Asco Zammis, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: Asco Zammis was unafraid to stand in the mass of people that churned on the dance floor; though they didn't really know any of the dances, it didn't look like most of the others had a clue what they were doing either. With a laugh and smile, friendly bumping-into-each-other, Zammis felt more alive than ever at this party. They didn't forget that they were there in an official capacity, of course, but representing the Heimdall wasn't necessarily their only duty here. Making contacts, connnections, friends? All part and parcel. The dragons were their priority.

When they'd first arrived as a group, Zammis, Merete, and Diggory agreed that they would meet back up on a regular basis to make sure that things were going smoothly. Merete seemed to be so... doting, it almost felt out of place around so many people, but then maybe the older man needed a little bit of that to remind him how important family was.

I think it is very important too, the voice came to Zammis not in their ears, but... in their head? The shifter looked around a touch confused. The stage show gearing up was filled with dragons, both inside and ... outside(!?) the venue, clearly visible through the tall glass windows, and their warbling, low-frequency song blotted out most other sounds in Zammis' hearing.

But this voice wasn't in their ears. Asco looked around again and realized that while the Stage was being set up, a group of dragonets had been presented. Halfway through 'hour three' heading toward 'two hours to midnight', these incredibly graceful noodles ('graceful' and 'noodles'? those were certainly words...) parted the dancers on the big ballroom floor and began blending in with this group or that crowd.

One of them sat near Asco, looking directly at them, head tilted, buds of brightly white horns sprouted on her head. She abruptly shifted from a dragon into a humanoid with wings and a tail. Shiny, with a fluff of hair instead of a flopped-over crest. She looked just as surprised as Asco. "I might need some help with this," she said, "I know you can help me, can't you?"

There was a tingling in the back of their mind, as Asco blinked once and nodded slowly, gaining confidence as they reached down to help the little dragon-person up. She wobbled, her tail sort of flopping around trying to get balance right. Asco chuckled.

"Well there's your main problem," they said, "you need to lean forward when you stand, your wings and tail are very heavy!"

Just as she was about to stand on her own, the calico-shiny dragonet shifted back into a four-legged shape, landing on sure paws. I think I will stay this way a while...

Oh, she was passing it off as having been on purpose, and Asco knew it! Still, though, they didn't have to kneel much to be at eye level with the dragon. "It takes time and practice."

I want you to show me, we have time. I'll be with you. You're the right one. Not all of us want to be part of a pair, but I do. I will be your family forever.

A rumbling from another nearby dragon seemed to be aimed at the little one: that was one tall noodle... Black, with the long swept back horns that Asco knew would be found on the adult form of this calico-marked dragonet. The pair seemed to be talking to one another in a draconic tongue. And proudly, the black dragon nudged his offspring with a gentle paw before sniffing Zammis over thoroughly. "I approve," the dragon commented, and went on his way.

That took Asco a little by surprise, but they could feel the dragon's mind, deeply satisfied, completely sure of herself, in their own. They would never be alone, and they did have time. Tserrith is my name, by the way, I can't wait to help you when I'm big enough!

Name: Warnith (WAR nith, traditional -TH ended for Pernese)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 7' s/l/ws (small blue)
Build: compact, burly
Physical Features: Pernese, hide skin with possible iridescence resembling scaling, four legs and two wings with large claws on all, boxy head with knobs and a low neck ridge, fleshy ridge on rump and high tail, split ended tail, faceted eyes
Colors: body silver and dark grey gradient darkest at body and back, with liberal amounts of iridescent spotting, note that this coloration continues on the backs of his wings; wing undersides are light grey with strong iridescence; ridge light grey with iridescence; claws dark; eyes faceted dark blue
Stats: Strength 6, Speed 3, Endurance 2, Agility 1, Health 6, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 telekinesis, local teleport; 4 unassisted firebreath, nexus teleport, telepathy; 2 verbal speech
Parents: Maranth + Minath
Bond: Mwanjaa, Impression
Meeting Notes: While this whole thing was very far out of her comfort zone, the one thing that Mwanjaa knew would unify everything and everyone was the kitchen and food. Even though she was supposed to mingle and party with the others, she spent the bulk of her time lingering near and occasionally sneaking into the kitchens.

Sure, sure, she'd done a little dancing with a handsome young man - interrupted only by his twin sister dragging him off to see something in another part of the venue. And she watched one of the stage shows, featuring some amazing singing that prompted slow dancing on the big ballroom floor. But the fact was that Mwanjaa was more suited to lurking and sampling the food... She wasn't chased off by the burly man running the place, though she didn't feel confident enough in someone else's roost to comment about how they could mix a few different things up for a surprise treat...

Mwanjaa did feel confident enough to make her own special treat, lumping a mound of fluffy mashed potatoes high with spiced meat and hot tiny peppers, and then drowned it in thick shiny gravy. She brought this massive bowl out to the main room, and wove her way up to the balcony for a better view of the aerial performers. By the time she finished her meal, they'd descended back to the floor and another act replaced them on the big Stage. And, it was two hours until Midnight now.

A bunch of dragons had wandered around over the course of the prior three or four hours, not just the helpers with their wing-arms and checkerboard patterns. And she'd hardly thought anything of it, until the more recent batch. Two magnificent black dragons strode out, with hatchlings that defied that monochrome and went into shades that hardly said 'black'.

It was the lightest of them, a shimmering silver-grey, who bumbled his way up the stairs - all the way? All the way up? He was huffing and puffing by the time he did finally arrive in the plush booth, but he plopped his butt down right next to Mwanjaa and leaned his head against her shoulder.

You could have come down to meet me, you know.

With a guilty start and a nervous chuckle, she said, "aaaand, we'll have to head back down to get some meat for you to eat too..."

He sighed so hard. Oh woe. How will I make it? I'm not sure I'll survive...

"When we get home, I can sneak you as much meat from the kitchen as you want!"

Name: Spantath (SPAN tath, traditional -TH ending for Pernese parents)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 10' s/l/ws (large for female, brown sized)
Build: limber and sleek
Physical Features: Technically Pernese, four legs and two wings, horned head with small external ears, faceted eyes, sharp spikes with webbing between on neck and hips/tail, tail fin similar, large conical claws
Colors: body matte silver, brightest on face and forepaws, darkest under hind legs; wingsails noisy high black; webbing shiny flat black ('flat' means not the deepest black); spikes flat black; claws and horns light; eyes faceted yellow
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 5, Endurance 4, Agility 2, Health 5, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 unassisted firebreath; 4 nexus and time teleport, telepathy; 3 local teleport; 2 empathy; 1 verbal speech, foresight
Parents: Thaljath + Olelikoth
Bond: Lani, Impression
Meeting Notes: If the Weyrwoman had a plan, Lani figured that she knew what she was doing. But. This place. These people? Wow it was hard. It was very, very difficult for Lani to hide her wariness. Sure it was a grand party, and she'd been at some in the Weyr that were... sort of similar? Kind of? There was music (not like this), and dancing (definitely not like that), drinking and dining (well okay the food smelled so good she did wander through the buffet table and pick out some dishes she did not regret at all), and the requisite schmoozing of high ranked leaders and merchants that were talking business the whole time (she'd tended to stay clear of those anyway, now was absolutely no exception).

They had arrived with some few others, bearing trade gifts and high hopes. In that first few minutes, she just ... took stock of what she wanted out of this. How could there even be dragons in a place like this? With these high, polished walls, and - and was that water? Surrounding the entire place? Most weyr-born like herself were quite used to the endless caverns and crushing weight of the Weyr itself and she had no issue with claustrophobia, but this was entirely different. It could just shatter and flood at any moment?

It would not, she took a deep breath and let it out carefully. Best to concentrate on the food, and trying to find anyone that might be around her own age just to maybe try and blend in. It wasn't that difficult, there was a group with the same energy that a weyrbrat might join in on. They... were very, very weird kids. Some of them had wings, one of them was a runnerbeast with a humanoid torso... If the Weyrwoman had seen some of that, she'd understand more why Lani then simply fled into the far corner of the ballroom and sat alone for quite a long time.

A few times, small dragonets would come up to her table, bearing a tray of snacks and drinks. She accepted those, but still wondered how dragons like these even existed, with forelimbs that were wings and no proper ones on their back. She resigned herself to just watching and trying not to scream, for a while. Dragons came to the stage nearby, singing - and that was definitely an amazing moment whether she wanted to admit it or not. The ballroom floor filled and moved like the tide, occasionally separating for the entry of dragonets.

None of them would ever possibly pass as a normal dragon, would they? But then there were... a few that she knew were ridden by important people at her own Weyr that were pretty far from 'normal'.

She listlessly stirred the tangy fruit drink in front of her, still trying to find the best way to explain that she wasn't found by a dragon at this massive weird event.

I know I am not normal to you, but... you're the one I need. I hope that I can convince you.

She froze, put the spoon down slowly, and looked around. The clock said it was somewhere between two and one hour until midnight, which meant that there was still quite a bit of time before they'd be able to go home.

I want to go home with you, though... The voice pleaded. There was no denying that the tone struck deeply into her heart. And there was that hunger, she'd never been so hungry in her life. Finally she looked toward the wall behind her, where the marble seemed to darken particularly around...

"Those wings," Lani said, "they're so .... shiny? What are those on your neck?" The silver and black dragonet looked over to her parents, and Lani realized one of them was quite spiky. She bit her lips together, "well... I can't exactly let a dragon go bondless?"

Her relief was so strong she almost cried - and finally led her dragon, her silver and black dragon, to the tables of meat. Spantath pressed up against her side warmly, and they watched as a number of her siblings took their sweet time pairing off for the rest of the evening.