Name: Fohl Turun (foal too roon, Turun namesake will inherit in offspring or be modified by partner's naming convention accordingly)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 6'7" s/l/ws
Build: slinky horse
Physical Features: Tattoo/Kijana 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 shiny soft white, wing membranes pearlescent flat black, wing edge pearlescent eggshell, main wing feathers shiny eggshell, primary feathers shiny graphite; floof shiny mist, horns and claws light, orb high white, pawpads dark, violet eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 3, Endurance 2, Agility 3, Health 4, Intelligence 6
Abilities: 6 construct (permanent Paradise, manifests so others may enter, magic supports this) divination; 5 paradise (tattoo-magic source), spell magic, light breath weapon; 3 telepathy, sense magic; 2 planar travel; 1 verbal speech
Parents: Sta Turun + Shiyo
Bond: Zena Shadowend, Voluntary bond
Meeting Notes: She'd led the group of five witches for a short time, but they had uphill work: finding a safe place to reside, to set down roots and begin founding their traditions and coven proper. They were tired, still young but definitely not as exuberant as they could be. They would pack up, set down, march around the landscape in endless search for just the right place. It was supposed to call to them, wasn't it? Their place? It had yet to do so, maybe they still needed to wander. To the hills, into the mountains, follow a river, stay clear of that marsh, was that a beach? They'd seen a lot, but nothing was right.

When they were somehow summoned into this place, the wide semi-natural pale rock cavern, they all knew it was magical. But it was more than that. Artistically placed glowing plants, some of them moving slightly and bobbing down into themselves like a snail's eye as they passed, but returning to cast a pale yellow-green light, other plants had speckles of purple, others still glowed softly blue or violet. It was very pretty, it was relaxing, at the same time slightly confusing.

Where exactly were they? It was supposed to be a party, and they'd arrived reasonably early it appeared. There were dragons, a pair of them walked side by side rumbling to one another as if it was nothing, heading into a much brighter corridor. Small dragonets scampered around, dapper little creatures, black and white and chrome with what looked like bow ties, all finding places for humans and dragons alike. There was the coat check, here was the money exchange if you needed one, oh yes there's a casino don't spend it all in one place! Her coven stood wide-eyed and a little bit open-mouthed as they entered the ballroom. The gods certainly had given them a gift, in passing along the invitation to the coven.

More dragons stood on a broad semi-circular stage, one was trilling high while another pounded his tail on the floor and shook the rafters. "I'm going to find us a table," Silvaria proclaimed, and the others followed her beckoning arm.

All but Zena. Something nagged at her, she'd seen something in the corner of her eye and indicated that she would catch up. Was it this casino? Or ... no, it was definitely not a casino. She'd smelled something too, a little sharp, but not entirely unpleasant. At the last left turn she took, a white door stood slightly open. Wooden door, simple but not plain, painted or perhaps just made of white material. Beyond it, a comfortable room. She couldn't see the ceiling, it was either smoky or misty or maybe there wasn't one. All three were true. A comfortable looking chair with foot rests built in, like a barber's chair, was the only furniture in there, and she decided why not - why not. Sitting in it she was suddenly aware that the room was very much alive with magic.

She felt but couldn't see what must have been hands, gentle but determined. Her cloak was moved, it would be too warm to keep wearing it all night anyway but she would have to retrieve it. Her left arm prepared, and ... she heard buzzing distantly, scraping of stone, and a distinct but incomprehensible chant. She was determined not to wince or whine, but there was a needle or a stick or perhaps a claw dipped in ink that was drawing itself over the ball of her shoulder. It hurt but not so much that she needed to cry out. She'd felt worse, by far, that one time she slid down an embankment into a cactus...

Soon enough it was over. Her arm ached a little, she had no idea how long she'd been there, it wasn't a very large tattoo but it was still half way down her upper arm at least. Zena looked it over before it was soothed with gel and gently covered with ... what was this thin clear material? It wasn't cloth... It was a white shape, with some amount of black decorating the sides - broad at the base with a slender mid part, rising to what appeared to be a ... a crown? With a perfectly white circle above it. A chess queen?

Suddenly quite hungry, Zena hung her cloak over her other arm, and went off to find her friends. They would probably ask about it, but she had no idea what to tell them - why would she have just run off and gotten a tattoo?

***

Midnight was approaching, and the party was absolutely amazing. Her sisters had found dragons, or perhaps the dragons had found them. Something was nagging Zena though, where was hers? Well, maybe she'd failed to find them a home - but...

You have not failed to find me, a voice whispered. And I know where to look for your home. You will always be able to find it. It is right there.

Her arm stung, she remembered the pain of someone smacking her skin when she'd gotten sunburnt - it wasn't unlike that, but it was like something smacked her from the inside out.

It would be the brilliantly shining feather-winged dragon who stood, slightly wobbly, before her. While not fully grown, this dragon proudly stood on paw padded feet, adjusting her wings. Black tipped, black underneath, but everything else about her was just fantastically shiny white. "I can make my paradise in you, your magic sustained me there long enough to grow." Zena's eyes bugged a bit, and her friends followed suit. "Do you see how that stage exists but does not exist?" The dragon nosed toward that big performance area, and they'd all seen how behind the curtains there was... much more than the sea floor that you could actually say was 'there'. "Here but not here, a place without space."

"But it's your... I mean, this tattoo is ... you?"

"And you," the dragon said. "And it can be them too, they have strong enough magic to help sustain a place fit for a coven like that."

So... they had found dragons, and the dragon... had helped them find their new home?

Name: Tuxedo (tux EE doh, as the word; with a Pyrrhan parent those in this clutch with 'starry' markings heavily follow their sire's naming convention, though they also carry -TH Pernese ended names for those without)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 5'4" s/l/ws (among the smallest of the clutch - but notably, only the King is smaller...)
Build: Burly and muscular
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 soft white with dark grey face, belly, under tail; armor dark grey; wingsails high-black with grey star patterns; spikes and claws black, horns white; dark blue eyes
Stats: Strength 6, Speed 2, Endurance 6, Agility 1, Health 4, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, unassisted firebreath; 4 local teleport, stealth; 3 telepathy, lifespan; 2 nexus teleport
Parents: Amrith + 50 Shades of Grey
Bond: Avalon Bloodworth, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: The coven was small but strong, and Avalon could tell it would only get stronger tonight. At 3 hours until the midnight bell, Avalon felt a strange tugging. She knew it was magic at work, of course, so she followed the pull. It turned out, there was a slender white-furred cheetah woman, one with a blinding magical aura, trying to get her attention. One or two others were following her, so Avalon knew this was something special. They were taken into one of the hatching chambers, sort of a switch from the others who had decided to walk straight across the big dance floor to show off!

But these dragons - oh they should have been shown off! And they would be, of course, but only after their special and private bonds were made. The mother of this clutch, a mottled marble white, gave a sing-song call, while her dark as night mate rumbled along, perhaps helping the hatchlings with their emergence and choice making. She'd read about how Pernese dragons liked to sing their eggs open, so... the female was Pernese? But their sire was definitely a scaled and armored sort. Avalon gazed at his wings - they were... moving, the star patterns on them were definitely shimmering and dancing on their own.

Mine will do that too, some day, a voice came into Avalon's mind. It startled her, tearing her eyes away from the sire of the clutch, onto... You see? I already know how to do it! The dragonet proclaimed very proudly. As he should! Because the brilliant white and black dragon's void-dark wings danced with far off specks of light: stars, real ones, Avalon was certain of it.

"Do... you want to stay with me?" Ava said, weaker than she expected. This was so surprising.

Of course I do, that is why I chose you! I think you will have good things to teach me, too.

Name: Xenuca Moonshield (zee NEW kah, Moonshield is the name that Rakki and Sasazik have chosen for their offspring, and will carry in any pair that has naming conventions)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 8' s/l/ws
Build: long with big wings
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 burnished silver, wings solid cloudy grey, fins pearlescent burnished silver; yellow eyes, light claws
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 3, Endurance 5, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, empathic, moonmagic (night and reflective magic); 5 local teleport, unassisted firebreath; 4 nexus teleport; 2 freeze breath, telepathy; 1 moonlink teleport (to anywhere the moon shines), share magic
Parents: Rakki + Sasazik
Bond: Silvaria Whisper, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: It was getting quite late, the clock on the wall over the stage ticked nearly to midnight when it looked like yet another batch of dragons were finally on their way out of their special little nook. Others had already found their dragons, it would kind of figure that she of all of them had to wait. Or maybe just - not.

"Don't be like that," a smooth voice said nearby, "we were late, almost too late to the party."

The silver color of that dragon was blinding, so metallic, so pretty!

"I will choose you, there are many who might want to be seen with me, but I want to be seen with you, Silvaria. I am Xenuca, I am yours. The light of the moon will power us."

So far under the sea, moonlight was difficult to come by - maybe that was why the Moonshield group was a little late?

"There are many moons," the dragon seemed to grin, pressing up against her side and nibbling at the cheese cracker in Silvaria's hand - not really finding it to her liking. They met up with the others before the last bell, before the celebration culminated. It was odd, Zena hadn't looked like she had found a dragon either until just that moment?

Name: Baqli'nye (BACK lee NYE, 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)
Gender: male (+preference as desired)
Size: 20'10 s/l/ws (yes, that's ... quite big)
Build: strong, long
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: body grades graphite at head and wing fingers and tail tip (that's a long tail) into bright shiny silver on back end and hind legs, and most of tail, also has medium grey sock markings on legs; wings grade from high black to high white reversed on backs, with mist white star patterns on both sides that move and seem to be 'real' stars; horns and claws shiny grey; bright orange eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 5, Endurance 3, Agility 3, Health 5, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 ice manipulation, nexus teleport; 5 telepathy; 4 prophesy (long term), ice breath, Void magic^, prediction (local); 3 verbal speech, body language, speed; 2 local teleport, divinationv^, summoning^; 1 void portal
Parents: Smirch + Nekeel
Bond: Indigo Lovelace
Meeting Notes: These were huge dragons, Indigo breathed in slowly, glancing at the clock: two hours until midnight. The dragonets glanced around, as they walked out of one of the bigger archways sequestering the hatchling dragons from full view. Their parents both were quite large, even the small mother. They were spiky and sharp, but both of them also friendly and reasonably gregarious.

There were other spiky dragons present, but... They definitely were neither friendly nor approachable, not by people anyway.

The little hatchlings - if you could call these long tailed creatures 'little' - wove their way around the venue like silk ribbons. It looked like some of them were trying to be more serious and important than others, a couple just obviously enjoying themselves among a crowd of people. Indigo watched each one with interest: their claws could actually do damage to the marble floor, what might they be good for outside? Clawing easily through rock or wood, certainly!

A grey wing moved in front of Indigo, but she could have sworn that she saw the night sky shimmering, as though nearly dawn, or just after sunset. She recognized those star patterns, somehow.

Are they good? I think they're good, the mind was chill but smooth, like ice under the moon. He altered his pose, the dragon moved his other wing to show Indigo, do you think it's weird that they're dark on top and light underneath? The stars are the same, though... Your stars! We can hunt under them, when you show me the real thing.

Stunned for a moment, Indigo nodded, "I agree, and yes, they... they are the same, I can remember their names and the patterns they make. How did..."

The dragonet merely gave a twisting posture, one which Indigo would learn how to interpret at a distance. Baqli'nye introduced himself to the others, at the end of the evening.

Name: Dyalkeba (dee YALL kay bah, though directly related with splicing to Keeath'Alkar they need neither the -TH ending to their name, nor 'Alkar, unless promoted from knockoff to Pawn)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 2'10" s/l/ws
Build: tiny catflit
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: White Pawn 1, brilliantly white mottled body, striking checkerboard transparent wingsails, black-tipped white horns and claws, dark blue faceted eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence all average 2 except speed which is 7. Yes, 7, out of a 1-6 scale
Abilities: cannot use the magic of their clutch mates, but they are able to burst speed (5) and produce fire easily (3), and use one form of teleport at a 3 power level
Parents: Donor clutch Kelirith + Baniar'Alkar
Bond: Lux Willow, Impressed, Multibond
Meeting Notes: The middle of the evening, the height of the party, three hours to midnight - it was so busy and packed with fun, at least for most. Lux was a bit intimidated, perhaps the press of the dancers, or the drunken euphoria of the party itself led her mind to be a little overwhelmed. Her owl was somewhere nearby, but likely was hanging out with other familiars or pets up in the rafters. It was too bright and too busy for her, probably. There were mental pings of all types around her though, both in and out of the venue itself. Beyond those big (hopefully thick, definitely magical) windows it was deep sea whales and dragons, inside there were already draconic minds demanding attention.

From two sides, Lux realized there were very demanding hungry dragons heading her way. And one of them was barely half the size of Ophelia her owl! As a hatchling this seemed pretty dangerous, but the checkerboard-winged knockoff still made their way right toward Lux, confidently sidestepping dancers, drunks, and even other bigger dragons.

They will be quite speedy, bespoke a mind that was strong and sure, I bet they will give that bird a challenge.

An incredibly dark and shiny dragoness met nose to nose with that brightly white one, and put her wing over the smaller one to protect it.

Lux still felt the intense hunger coming off both of them, and realized... "Wait, ... wait, both of you want to come with me?" She asked, baffled. She didn't realize this could happen.

"Of course, I am Rhoiboth, you are both mine," the obsidian gem dragon said, with a little difficulty. Learning how to speak fresh out of the shell was really amazing too! Lux knelt and picked up the tiny white pawn, who gave off a trilling yawn, and the larger dragoness helped herself to Lux's other shoulder. Neither of them would be big, maybe not even big enough to ride, but that seemed to be fine - as, eventually, it looked as though Indigo had found herself one that would get very large!

Size isn't everything, the little white calling itself Dyalkeba sighed. Lux hugged them both, and even offered Ophelia some of that fresh-cut meat they got to eat.

Name: Eqo Zwitterion (EK oh, other as above, will only become important if promoted to Pawn)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 3'9" s/l/ws
Build: slinky and strong forelimbs
Physical Features: Hathian-Whorling, with four legs the front two having wing struts, long sharp claws, very long bare tail, long angular face with eye armor blending into neck fins, a fluffy mane, shoulder armor with similar fins; their mane can stand up if needed
Colors: White Pawn 8, a medium sleek grey body with soft white belly and black tie marking, face soft white mask marking; webbing and wingsails bright checkerboard; chrome fur, light grey armor, light claws, red-violet faceted eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 2, with one being 5 you choose
Abilities: average 2 with 6 in 'singing' (sonic manipulation and perfect pitch), cannot shift in any way, but they do display adept ability with computers and electrical items
Parents: Donor clutch Evocation Zone + Errick
Bond: Taleasin Keyxidor and Euhesma Zwitterion Multibond
Meeting Notes: Ettrian was much better suited to this party than Taleasin, or at least that's what Tal thought. While he didn't exactly mope, he was still hesitant to enter the fray on that dance floor, it was just too intimi--

His hand was grasped, warm and strong fingers sure of their grip. Yanked sideways into the group on the wide ballroom floor, Taleasin had no choice, and wouldn't protest out of politeness... If this woman was 'polite' perhaps that might... Well she was confident, and slender, and beautiful. Red-brown eyes looked at him seriously, he was so stiff and hesitant while dancing. Also he was completely unfamiliar with the music, it definitely wasn't from his world. But she smiled, she was not staring at his scars, rather at his eyes. They danced for a time, two songs, and she finally released him into the room once more.

Baffled, suddenly exhausted, Tal saw why they'd stopped - it wasn't because she was done dancing, it was because they were making way for dragons to parade across the floor. And... of all things, one of them with bright checkerboard wings stumbled right up to his brother! Well that was certainly good for him!

Another little checkerboard dragon, one that had been seen constantly virtually everywhere around the tables and dance floor area, came to Tal and seemed to be offering a small sandwich plate. Well, that was welcome! Over the course of the next few hours, this same dragonet arrived - one time with bubbling champagne, another with a moist towelette and spicy meat strips, and finally, who just sat next to him quietly.

He'd chosen a table closer to one of the kitchen entrances, apparently, the only people looking this direction were those waiting for special dishes, and they didn't look for, or at, him. His brother continued to enjoy himself, going so far as to carry his new little dragon around to sniff noses with others. Amused, tired, and growing a little dejected, when the clock looked to be nearly an hour to midnight, the dragon beside his seat laid its head on his lap and gave a musical little sigh.

My sister wants to meet you, she has waited all evening but you did not go back out to see.

Tal froze in mid-bite, and looked down at the dragon. Surely he'd imagined it? No, no, those eyes looked at him almost with puppy-dog brows. He finished chewing, dabbed his lips, took a sip of water.

"Your... Sister?" He asked, and the dragon nodded, a little tiredy itself. "Where should I find her?"

By the window with the whales, the little one seemed encouraged, and stood once more. I will take you! Tal stood, carefully leaving his gift bag items by the sign that said he would return, on the table. Led by the grey and white dragon, Tal followed along the edge of the dance floor and closer to the orchestra pit, though oddly the music coming from that strange group was muted somehow. There was not an act on stage just now, so they were providing a reasonably sedate tune for a slower dance on the floor.

Ahead, though, there were tall arched windows looking out to the deep dark sea outside Rapture. The Stage had a backstage area, but... you couldn't see it from the window? How was that possible? Tal looked around and didn't find another dragon. Was this some trick?

It is not a trick, as I'm right here, another voice, more feminine and stronger in volume than the little one. There was a lot behind this voice. It seemed like it could turn very sharp, or sonorous, a lullaby or a cacopheny at will.

Taleasin realized that the figure nearby was the source of this mental voice. He'd assumed it was a guest, standing with their back to the dance floor and gazing out at the massive... 'whales' (he'd never seen such creatures and couldn't know that the one nearest was actually known as ruu-un'den-ket, a manta-like animal from Xen, while another called a whale had long tendrils and glowed with an eerie blue luminescence and was definitely not from Earth). He took a moment to appreciate that view, and walked delicately toward this dragon. They had a stripe of dark hair, he thought it was literally just a woman standing there. Though... She... definitely didn't have a dress on, those brightly white wings looked like a shiny garment as she held them in such a way. But she turned her head, long on that neck, with armor coming from her brows, definitely not human. Or elf, or virtually any other breed he'd heard of.

She didn't blink but she did suddenly move into a different shape, descending to a horizontal direction rather than vertical. I am Euhesme, this is Eqo; my sibling and I would like to help you. Your brother is concerned. We will accompany you to keep you safe and happy.

She didn't seem like she would be dissuaded by any of his typical arguments... He wondered, was this what Annir intended? Well, it must have been.

The littler dragon chirped happily, we will make a great team, and you're going to love it! The larger shapeshifting sister gave a draconic smile, in agreement.

Name: Brilmeba (BRILL may bah; overall note: 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; Specific -MEBA is the knockoff designator, they may change this to the full name if promoted from knockoff to Pawn only)
Gender: (choose +preference as desired)
Size: 4'4" s/l/ws
Build: slinky long legs
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: Black Pawn 2 dark near black mottled body, dramatic checkerboard on all wings (varying size checks), mane mist, leg floof silver, and tail floof flat black; ear floof black, claws dark, multicolored eyes with yellow iris
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence 3 average with one stat at 2 and one at 5 your choice
Abilities: most abilities (telepathy, verbal speech, local teleport) at 3, but exceptionally strong specific-location Portal (6) and 5 choose what kind of spit/sting they produce; do not use or carry the shifting or genetic abilities of full pieces regardless of promotion from knockoff
Parents: donor clutch Merajanay + Bales apa Larsis'Iann
Bond: Ettrian, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: (also see above) It had been a lot of work to make sure that his brother even showed up, let alone had fun here at this big party. The thought that he might have slunk away was obvious - he'd chosen a table over by one wall where the kitchens connected to the buffet area, so like him to want eyes near him but not on him. Maybe after tonight he'd realize that scars were common and people were made of more than skin?

The clock said it was four hours until the midnight bell, and a big batch of amazingly pretty dragons with more wings to go around than typical showed up through one of the archways. One was very dark, still brightly lit up the room with its checkerboard wings and silky fur.

"I am Brilmeba! Yours!" It cried, and snatched the sandwich that Ettrian was just about to munch on! With the size of the parents, he wasn't sure whether this would be a big dragon or a little one, because as he dutifully brought the dragon over to the meats and checkup area, he'd been told to expect the 'knockoffs' to remain quite small compared to their clutch mates. He wasn't sure why this would be true but it didn't matter, he had a little friend now and he was bound and determined to show them off!

Name: Cilalı Dumani (gee LAH luh doo MAN ee, polished smoke Turkish origin words; Dumani will continue to pass or be modified by partners)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 7'4" s/l/ws* can alter height down to 3'6" (solid wings/tail, very dense body) and up to 11' (no visible smoke parts, but body is not very solid, can mix and match this, as she's remarkably adept with this ability)
Build: high bodied, very long
Physical Features: Pernese/Smoke, four legs and two wings, claws on feet only, long neck and tail, beak-like face, smoke based webbing and crest/tail that may vanish entirely
Colors: body solid pale grey marked with silver and soft white on tail, hind lmbs and wing arms/fingers - these markings move gently like smoke and become quite bright and contrasted against body if her wings/tail are 'absorbed'; wingsails oil on the back, soft white underneath, barely visible as they are smoke... but they're distinctly two shades; crest and tail smoke silver metallic (shiny... smoke...); dark claws; faceted red-violet eyes
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 5, Endurance 4, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 density/size control*; 5 shadow walk teleportation, vapor control, verbal speech; 4 telepathy, particulate control, nexus teleport, assisted firebreath (doesn't use, but can collect particles from coal dust or other such ignition materials if needed); 3 local teleport
Parents: Dantinath + Dymati
Bond: Niq Valence
Meeting Notes: She'd noticed them arrive, just before the third hour ahead of midnight. They were sneaky, that was certain. Niq was sneaky too, and she decided to watch what might happen with these long legged, long tailed... long necked and very strange dragons. They weren't as brightly white in their lightest form, nor as deeply black in their darkest, as many others were being billed - the checkerboard black and white was much starker than these dragonets.

One or two of them outright vanished before her eyes, but then again so had she: because from her vantage point as a hanging decoration on one balcony, who would have guessed she was a person? A few of the smoke dragons lingered near one or another person or dragon group, obviously finding their forever-friend or just a place to hang out. Eventually, Niq grew a little bored of this, as well her shape needed to revert to her normal appearance so she dropped to the floor, startling one of the dancers.

She thought that was that, even got around to dancing a little, herself. Enjoying the food - so much of it, but not too much to be bloated or bogged down. She'd hardly ever seen this much food in one place, and been able to just... reach out and eat it, most of her life. It was nearly an hour later when she felt something strange brush her elbow. On turning, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. There was a dim corridor behind her, so Niq headed into it on habit. Oh, the casino was back there? She heard noises of a few slot machines and someone inexpertly belting out a cheerful song on the small stage there.

Well, there was ample opportunity to make a coin or two here... and not exactly by playing cards. However, before she could reach into the first pouch for whatever local coinage this odd four-armed man had, Niq felt that brushing once more. She covered for her own startled glance around by apologizing to the man in earnest, and heading off to the far wall. What was going on, was this place infested with mosquitoes or something?

No, no infestation... Besides, I could take care of that easily.

Niq's normally tan cheeks went pale, but she said nothing, she didn't want to appear too skittish. With her eyes, she scanned the area and tried to look casual. Finally up on one of the small dining balconies around the casino floor, she saw a billowing shape. Almost like a cape, or smoke on the wind.

Oh.

Niq ascended the wide black-velvet runner on the white marble stairs, picking up another chunk of cheese to pop into her mouth on the way. The dragon that waited for her stood carefully, but proudly with her head up and violet eyes shining. How her wings could 'fold' like that, and still be smoke, Niq couldn't guess. The markings on her limbs and tail swirled like the oddly hole-filled edges of her tail and wings.

"I wanted to make sure you were the right one for me," the dragon spoke in a strangely husky voice. "Looks like you are. Cilalı Dumani," she asserted, "we will be trouble together. Who'll know?"

A broad grin, unusual on her normally stoic face, grew on Niq's lips.

Name: Geluath (GELL oo ath, -TH ending thanks to pure Pernese will carry in offspring or be modified as parent expectations)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 8' s/l/ws (pernese blue rank)
Build: long, big wings
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 graphite on most of body, upper tail and upper limbs, gradient to soft black on feet, face, tail end and wing fingers, all with bright iridescent shine; wingsails graphite at wrist and arm, grades to light grey on edge; ridge light grey with heavy iridescence; red-violet faceted eyes; dark claws
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 6, Endurance 4, Agility 3, Health 2, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 verbal speech; 5 nexus teleport; 4 telekinetics; 2 unassisted firebreath, local teleport, telepathy
Parents: Maranth + Minath
Bond: Cypher Valence, Impressed
Meeting Notes: It was surprisingly late in the evening when the pair of black Pernese dragons brought out their beautiful clutch for all to see. Two hours to midnight, where most of the others had come out an hour or two earlier. But those were nothing like this dark and shiny batch, and Cypher appreciated not only how pretty they were, but how strong their wings and high held bodies would be when they matured. Light caught their hide or their wings, sparkling in a dark rainbow, almost like they had scales, but these dragons did not - this was hide, he'd learned that they would probably need some amount of care if they... Well they wouldn't bond to him, surely. It was late, he'd probably be going home alone, watching his friends and their dragonets.

Oh but I want to come with you! A rich voice, so much more mature than it could have been at a very fresh hatching, came to Cypher's mind. He paid attention to the direction it came from, and turned out... it was that one in the middle of the pack, smaller than most but bigger than a few in that group, and obviously twice the size of those little checkerboard ones stumbling around the edges of the ball room.

"Do you? Really? Think you can keep up?" Cypher smiled, and the dragon raced suddenly forward, past his peers at a surprisingly good pace, coming to a tumbling halt in front of the man.

"I know I can! I know! I am Geluath!" The dragon could speak out loud too? That voice was much higher than his mental one, maybe some day they would match!

Name: Muklkuth (MUCK luck th, the boots! -TH ending Pernese traditional, will carry or be modified with partner)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 5'11" s/l/ws
Build: burly body
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: Soft white body with snow-white Boot markings (hence the name), festive sparkly iridescent wingsails, festive ice-white ridge and tail spade; dark claws, pale ice-grey pupiled eyes
Stats: Strength 6, Speed 5, Endurance 1, Agility 5, Health 2, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 local teleport, telepathy; 5 nexus sense, unassisted firebreath; 4 time and nexus teleport; 1 communicate via nexus
Parents: Gertith + Surrith
Bond: Wymer King, Impressed
Meeting Notes: Early in the night, some of the pure Pernese dragonets needed to be shown around the ballroom. Wymer had been informed about each of the types of dragons, but frankly some of it went over his head. So whatever the words 'pernese required impression' meant, he wasn't clear. What was clear was that these brilliant and sparkling dragons were bold as sunlight on snow, even against the white marble dance floor they walked across.

Someone had nudged him out on the dance floor, and he did try a little action there earlier, but everyone was so energetic and they obviously had training for those more formal dances... By the time it was 4 hours to midnight Wymer drifted over to the buffet table instead. There were fish dishes... and he found that he avoided those; there were plenty of other things that smelled fantastic and didn't bring up melancholy memories of his youth trying to fish.

Can I have some of that? A voice asked, and on impulse he reached for one of the 'Hawaiian bee bee kew skewers' to offer it to whoever had asked. Momentarily, there was a pleased feeling...

Wait, a 'feeling'? He looked away from his piled plate and found his gaze matched by a dragonet who was standing on his hind legs with forefeet carefully gripping the table edge. The dragon carefully avoided spearing himself with that thin bamboo stick, but also carefully avoided the tangy pineapple fruits between the pieces of meat.

Can I have some more, but from over there? The dragon was clearly addressing him, Wymer alone, and shifted his gaze from the human to a section of the floor that had checkerboard-winged dragons as well as humanoids handing out bowls and buckets for dragon hatchlings.

"Well I mean, I can't stop you," Wymer said, "but you should take it easy! You seem... a little tired."

It was fun moving around those dancers! The dragon admitted, he had certainly been able to avoid being kneed or tripped over on his way past everyone. I like you, you are kind and strong.

Wymer proved just how strong, when he picked up the dragonet carefully (like a puppy, hold the butt not the chest) and walked them over to that feeding area.

Name: Grepixyeth (greh PIX yeth, standard -TH ending for Pernese dragons)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 10'8" s/l/ws
Build: burly
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 metallic burnished chrome; wings metallic burnished high white; webbing flat high white, spikes flat silver; horns and claws black; indigo faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 1, Endurance 5, Agility 1, Health 6, Intelligence 6
Abilities: 6 empathy, foresight, local teleport; 4 unassisted firebreath; 3 verbal speech, nexus teleport; 2 time teleport; 1 telepathy
Parents: Thaljath + Olelikoth
Bond: Erlathan Staghart, Impression
Meeting Notes: Keeping up with his wife was actually more of a challenge than he expected. There was a joy to her gaze that he hadn't seen in so long on anyone around him. Anyone but her. They learned names of some of those amazing sea creatures visible through one of the big windows, they discovered treats of rice and fish and fruits, cherry wines and tarts. Everything was quite busy here; there was always something visible on the stage, even if it was just one single woman singing a heart-felt song, or a full - noisy - 'rock band'. Dancing on the wide, white marble floor was something to see!

They even went into the casino, but were wise enough to avoid dropping too many coins on card games neither of them knew much about. They'd eaten a big meal and enjoyed the sparkling wines with complete strangers. Some of them may have been from their own world, but it was quite certain that most were not!

Erlathan stared hard at his plate, wishing fervently that there was something more substantial on it. Something meaty. He furrowed his brows, that wasn't like him, really, and besides he'd eaten more than his fill!

"It is for me," a quiet voice, one with a touch of an edge to it, spoke. "I would like something? I know they have a big trough over there but I'd prefer it be you helping me to it." He noticed his wife was slightly stiff, trying not to turn her head and stare. But her eyes sought his, and he saw her cheeks begin to bunch into a smile.

Erlathan leaned back a bit, and off to his other side was a not-really-small dragonet. They'd hatched at this event, or perhaps ... somewhere else and were brought here by the same big magical portals that sent them from their own home. But information he'd been given said that most of these would be quite young, and need a bit of care before they were grown. What he did with his life was care for creatures, but he'd never met a dragon let alone cared for one. What if he screwed it up? What if -

You will not, the dragon reached out with her mind, now he knew this dragon was female by her mind. Well that was something. But could we get that meat? And you can tell me about this disaster your family had - I bet they will be falling over themselves trying to get closer once they know of me.

She was definitely not wrong... Grepixyeth had a hard to say name but was as bright and shiny as fresh polished silver against a snow drift.

Name: Belur Sheva (bell LURE 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: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 12'3" hip /l/ws bipedal
Build: upright, very strong
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 high black with graphite fire-line markings, belly soft white flame marks, legs and tail soft white stocking markings, face smoke flame marking; wings soft white marked with high black flames; spines high white, claws and horns black; crest webbing high white with graphite flame markings; green eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 1, Endurance 2, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 infernal senses (detects and can manipulate evil or selfish types), poison stingers (powerful, deadly); 5 magical breath (you choose effects or damage type, affects any weak to magic); 4 void teleport, flight strength; 3 telepathy and verbal speech, chameleon colors (not active), (spirit magic inactive due to infernal); 2 local teleport; 1 nexus teleport
Parents: Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Varrazos Xastrok, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: It was getting later in the evening, perhaps late in the event itself given that it was meant to be a midnight bash. The pair this time were just stunning - muscular builds in their sire who stood upright most of the time, and that long stretch of their mother. And it was one that looked in some ways quite similar to that dam, who swaggered over to the red-skinned demon whose patience had worn quite thin over the night.

I can keep her in check, a voice as proud and strong as his own came into Varrazos' mind. I can keep eyes on your enemies and your allies both.

Varrazos stood tall, his wings shifting to avoid knocking over the silver tray holding plates and his empty wine glass. Though this was still a hatchling, he stood on his hind legs, balancing with that long split and dangerously spiny tail as well as with the brightly marked wings. And he stood nearly eye to eye with the demon. It was impossible to miss the danger on this dragon - some animals had coloration that displayed their toxins or venom inclination and this one... This one was just burning with potential threat.

A smile moved over Varrazos' lips. "I would be honored to show you around when we get home."

The dragon introduced himself, "Belur Sheva, I am." He dipped back to the floor, finally exhausted from his walk and strutting. "I am... hungry," so he also displayed the ability to speak and not just with telepathy? Oh this was marvelous. It seemed the dragon knew that, too.

Name: Chaen Leveth ahlHadaa (CHAIN leh VETH awul hah DAA, 'moves like oil', the last name is optional for those who are not biped shifters, but can carry if desired)
Gender: Female, can shift gender consciously^ (+preference as desired)
Size: 8' s/l/ws
Build: sturdy horse
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 eyes
Colors: Body high white with complex light grey fire-stripe markings, including backs of wings, soft white paw markings; undersides of wings are high white with dark grey complex fire line markings; mane and tail graphite with dark grey stripes; soft white claws and horns, indigo pupiled eyes
Stats: Strength 1, Speed 3, Endurance 4, Agility 4, Health 6, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 Telepathy, Local and Nexus teleport; 5 verbal speech; 4 immortality (will not age, but can be hurt), Gender shift note that she was hatched as female, and that is her default form, but can concentrate and be male or genderless, or multiples if really desired, for a period of about 5 days at most, before she must revert, this is not easy to maintain but she could still sire offspring in that time; 3 Shape shifting carried only, if bred to another shifter type this may become active in offspring, however at this level she can move the markings on her wings as an 'appearance shift' without much difficulty; (Telekinesis and Firebreath only carried but may appear if presented with the right partner)
Parents: Evugith + Fadhila
Bond: Vedrima Molmuth, Voluntary Companionship
Meeting Notes: She had swished through the ball room, saw the dazzled looks from so many men and a good few women, but she wasn't here for that. On their arrival, she had laughed as the demon escorting her gave her a glare (trying to keep her from trouble, oh please, it was a party that's what you're supposed to be doing). She picked up a large glass of wine from one of the little checkerboard dragon ushers, oh they were so busy-busy... Vedrima knew that actually making a party of any size come off without a hitch required a lot of effort. She'd rather attend them, in fact she'd rather not even see the busy work and back breaking lead up at all - she wanted to be on the dance floor, or prowling the casino, or even just standing before the big improbable windows overlooking eerie depths or distant worlds.

Maybe if she kept moving, though, her stuffy companion on this trip would lose her and lighten up a little himself. She knew he wasn't the type to get onto the dance floor, obviously. But she bet that if they had a sparring arena he would have liked that. Not that she cared. An hour until midnight, after she'd danced with a dozen different partners and even had a mock rivalry between herself and another of a group that arrived almost entirely to dance, Vedrima took a bit of a breather. There were plenty of tables to relax around, including a bunch of them that were populated by those simply seeking a bit of rest from the dance floor - groups unrelated save for their enjoyment focused on that aspect of the party. By this time, though, some of those tables were thinning out, because of... well, because of the dragons.

A good number of the attendees were being chosen by the black and white and silver and grey dragons as they were presented over the course of the night. They now had things to think on other than enjoying the evening. As two more groups of those dragons were spreading from different arched nooks, Vedrima poked at the plate in front of her. It was good, spiced strips of meat served over a bed of crispy ... 'chips'. But it wasn't what she really desired, there was something missing.

Shall I suggest, you miss having someone to back you up?

Staring at the plate, hard, Vedrima blinked and wondered if someone had spiked her drink - more than it already was.

No no, silly, she heard a strange high-pitched screeching laugh nearby, I'm sure your food is fine... it's me you want to look at!

She did look - one of those dragons with the incredibly complicated markings was staring back at her. They were small just now, 'foal' sized apparently by their horse-like shapes, but this one? Oh she was just lovely! Her markings sparkled like ripples through the champagne! We'll be able to get away or into trouble quick and easy.

Vedrima smiled broadly, though she did make note that her stuffy demonic companion had also apparently found a friend among the other dragons. Didn't bode well, but she had now definitely doubled the chance to pester them!

Name: Yunsheva (yoon 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; their knockoffs end in -sheva and proudly display most of their traits)
Gender: (choose+preference as desired)
Size: 6'2" at head /l/ws bipedal
Build: muscular
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: White Pawn 1, bright white body with muzzle and tail checkerboards, spikes are dark, horns and claws white, all webbing on neck and wingsails are checkerboard; dark green eyes
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, the White Pawns can still use Spirit powers and Verbal Speech with ease (level 6), with 4 for Telepathy, local and nexus teleportation; and 2 for magical breath and poison stingers; if bred, they cannot pass the Void / Infernal powers of their Black Pawn siblings
Parents: Donor clutch Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Saevel, Voluntary Multibond
Meeting Notes: Everyone here was living, well almost everyone, and that set Saevel apart. But their power over souls was actually... not as unique among the powerful of this group than the Gatherer expected. They did notice how many dead still lingered near the one exit, the one to the facility beyond called Rapture. Oh, not all of them had drowned, loitering on the sea floor with the pull of the tides not even reaching them. Some had died from violence or self inflicted passions, overdoses, odd power use that came from locally produced magical potions called Plasmids.

All of that, Saevel simply knew. They also knew how far from the sky, the stars, the heavens, this place was, at least the physical manifestation of it. It overlapped numerous dimensions, one of which was their own. The place probably wouldn't remain connected, of course. Saevel gave a nod of respect to the pair of human-appearing men nearby; they were not human, in any way, nor were their souls mortal. They both had extremely strong ties to this place, both magically and physically. One of them had resided here long before, the other - the same man from another dimension - had come with dragons.

And it was a dragon that sat, staring patiently, at Saevel, around three hours until midnight. It had very dark hide and black and white wings, a paler belly. We are waiting, the dragon bespoke. Though there was a strange tug at Saevel's deepest self, the dragon's mind only brushed up against it, didn't invade nor push on it. We will continue to wait. You will see.

What Saevel did see was that this dragon was ... bonded to his very essence, delicately, gently. The dragon's mind was tired, well more exhausted than sleepy - though apparently the 'knockoffs' were engineered and created using machinery and magic, they still hatched out of shells and were still little baby dragons when all was said and done. Saevel gleaned that the word moving through their mind was a name: Hutamsh. Bigger versions of that dragon's siblings had... stars on their wings, or other such markings, so the stars were still in its blood. That, for whatever reason, pleased Saevel.

Now two, they wandered the floor silently. Sometimes, Saevel carried the dragonet, but it felt a little odd doing so. This was not a body, to be split from its essence. It would need care, which Saevel would certainly provide.

And me? Will you provide for me too? I would like to learn what you do. I see them too, the spirits. This dragon was almost as opposite as you could get from Hutamsh: upright, brightly white, but also bearing those checkerboard markings common to the ones that had been formed for reasons unknown.

Saevel understood that reason: because there were a lot of people here, who would benefit from this companionship, just like they were going to.

"Yunsheva," Saevel said, and the dragonet nodded once in reply.

Name: Tjuetoth (CHEW toth, traditional Pernese -TH ended name will carry in offspring or be modified by other types; Norwegian for new year)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 6'4" s/l/ws
Build: high butt, long wings
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 mainly mist point marked with light grey; wingsails lightning marked dark grey with silver; crest and tail spade solid black; claws dark; green faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 5, Endurance 2, Agility 2, Health 6, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 nexus teleport; 5 nonhuman bonding 3 local teleport; 2 telepathy; 1 multibond preference, assisted firebreath
Parents: Ancheoth + Tehndarinth
Bond: Ayla Lenville, Impressed
Meeting Notes: There were whispers and then mutters and then cheers and shouts, when the first of the groups of dragons emerged from their private lodges. It was four hours until midnight according to the big black clock above the dance floor, and it made sense that some of the earliest participants in the event would have their hatchings first. The dragons that came from that archway (which was white at the top, black at the bottom, and mixed along the edges in a sparkling dot pattern) resembled the arch in significant ways! The parents were lovely, and Shanyrria pulled her mistress' sleeve. "They're so festive, don't you think?"

It was all that Ayla could do to remain civil, but... but then she did turn to look at the dance floor. So many people still on it, dancing in the corners and edges, but through the middle walked a bunch of wide-winged (and slightly sleepy looking) dragons. They hardly came to a human knee, but then again the parents of the clutch hardly stood higher than a human head. And they were lovely, weren't they?

Ayla put another cheese popper into her mouth, it was odd that she was so hungry, she'd been munching here and there while dodging attempts to get her on that very same dance floor. Everyone was so dressed up and fancy and... ugh, it just made her edged and angry. How could she have let anyone convince her - even a goddess - to come here?

What about me? Can... can I convince you? Aren't I worth it?

She looked up sharply, glancing around, looking for the source of the voice. It wasn't a goddess, it wasn't Shanyrria's voice, certainly. Until her eye was drawn downward. The voices around them were turning hushed, as if everyone was holding their breath. Why? It was because a small dragonet had walked toward their small table. Shanyrria breathed, whispering, "it looks like your dress, it matches you," but said nothing more that Ayla could hear. The noises in the background all faded into a muddled blur as the green sparkling eyes met hers.

Everyone will want to see you, and respect you, I promise. The dragon bespoke carefully. She was... lovely? Though small and somewhat unsure of her step, she announced, I am Tjuetoth, it's time for you to become new, like the night into day.

"Well that was surprisingly deep," Ayla chuckled. How would she adjust to this new role? What would it really be? Who knew, but she now had a dragon to show for it.

Name: Xusanyth (zoo SAN eeth, traditional -TH ending from the Pernese/Alskyran parentage, though this may be altered with different style partners)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 9'6" s/l/ws; 7' head as biped
Build: Very long and sleek
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; note well that calico markings from this line only ever occur in females but can be passed by males; Shifted form humanoid with two legs, two arms, and 2-fingered wings with wrist thumbs; heads have sharp features, slightly pointed ears, horns, males have their draconic crest rather than any hair
Colors: Bicolor cloud marked dark grey and soft white; wings and crest solid shiny high white; dark claws; dark blue faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 3, Endurance 6, Agility 5, Health 2, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 Telepathy, Nexus teleport, Telekinesis; 5 Unassisted Firebreath, Void Sense, Lifespan, Humanoid Shift; 4 Void Spells, Verbal speech, Local teleport
Parents: Calietosth + Dairruinth
Bond: Ansiel Venvalur, Voluntary Bond
Meeting Notes: Between three and two hours before the midnight bell, a pair of tall and long (one was tall, the other long, both quite a bit higher at the shoulder than even most other dragons) came from one of the hatching nooks. While the oil-dark sire was like a shadow to his brightly calico marked mate, all the hatchlings displayed a wide array of markings between them! He tried to get a better look but quite a few people were between him and the dance floor. By design, really.

Ansiel was not entirely comfortable at the party, but that was mainly because he hardly had the opportunity to leave his duties back home. He did, however, feel reasonably good about being allowed or even encouraged to show off his wings; something that might have been out of place among mortals or regular folk. Here... the 'regular' folks were of such a staggering array of wild he hardly was the weirdest thing at the party.

I don't think you're weird, a voice appeared in his mind. That felt... odd, even for a seer - usually he could scrye for things, seeking information and individuals that others would then collect or aid. This was a mind that came directly to him.

It added a moment later, after Ansiel pondered this, Well maybe a little weird... He could all but feel the eyes belonging to that mind roll in amusement.

"I'm not... I'm not weird," Ansiel said, wondering now just where it had come from. Then he heard a little 'cough cough', and realized that many people were openly staring at him. His wings abruptly vanished, he stood as though having been caught at the cookie jar. But he didn't even know why?

Because now you're talking to yourself, jibed that mind. It was male, it was ... a dragon. The dragon sitting on the white marble floor in front of him, cloudy dark and pale greys across his head and shoulders, brilliant shiny white wings held carefully nested against his body. There would be dark horns coming from those odd giraffe-like horns on his head, and a bright crest of some kind though neither of those things had developed beyond nubs. I think you should take some time off, I can have you home in time for work. I'll... need some help with my studies too.

"Your - your studies?"

You can't expect me to learn how to do that, the dragon nodded his head at Ansiel's wings which had re-appeared, if I don't have proper training, do you? You can hook me up, right?

"I... suppose that I can!" The dragon finally announced himself as Xusanyth, a word that rolled around in Ansiel's mind, and it was one he'd get used to speaking once they got home, he'd get to introduce the dragon to just everyone!

Name: Thranth'Alkar (as slurred 'trance' 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: 5'2" s/l/ws
Build: catflitter
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 reflective high black, wings transparent shiny high white; horns and claws dark; violet pupiled eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 4, Endurance 3, Agility 4, Health 4, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 blood magic (strong empathy, sense life nearby, detect and communicate with family, minor empathic control), speed burst; 4 unassisted firebreath, plane shift; 3 verbal speech, local teleport; 2 fire manipulation; 1 telepathy, nexus teleport
Parents: Kelirith + Baniar'Alkar
Bond: Irin Krismyar, Impressed
Meeting Notes: at 3 hours until midnight, it was an almost endless parade of varied - and tiny - dragonets that came from their hatching nooks. What they lacked in size, they absolutely made up for in sheer volume, how many eggs did these little things even produce?! There were white with black, black with white, silvery and graphite dragons. There were a few that were tall and lean, and then... these glossy, sleek, catlike dragonets that prowled with more grace than most.

They seemed slightly intimidated by some folks, but obviously took this in stride. A dragon could choose who they left this place with, right? If they did?

"If we did not leave, that would mean someone would be going home without us," something said.

Irin furrowed her brow. On looking downward (... quite a way down in fact) she spotted a dragon black as tar save for the absolutely brilliant white wings. Big sharp claws emerged from her paws, and there would be horns on her head eventually. Irin looked around to the others of this type - and realized that she was significantly bigger than her clutch mates.

I do not have to be large to be the queen, the dragonet bespoke, but then Irin's heart skipped a beat, I will be going home with you, you know.

Irin straightened up a bit, surprised, "a... queen wants to come home with me?"

"The very one," that dark and impressively shiny dragoness said, with a very catlike purr.

Name: Feibuu Nye'nnay (FYE boo NYE uh 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: 8'1" s/l/ws
Build: tall, strong
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 shiny grained smoke grey; wings matte graphite; buttwings shiny grained platinum; mane and tail grades from high white to silver; horn, claws, and some struts flat black, horn and struts high white; ear floof high black; violet eyes; note that her coloration remains in the grey scale but with concentration she can cause mottling and shine to change, shimmering or appearing one shade at one angle, and different at another
Stats: Strength 2, Speed 6, Endurance 2, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 spit^, gene alteration@; 5 nexus teleport; 4 local teleport, Color shift*; 3 stinger^, portal to specific location, verbal speech; 1 telepathy ^=choose what specific effect spit and stinger produce (ie: hallucination, sleep, pain, poisonous, etc) @=genetic alteration occurs with concentration during mating/clutching, and she can alter many features in offspring such as hide/scales, wing types, build, gender, etc
Parents: Merajanay + Bales apa Larsis'Iann
Bond: Lucius Darknoll, Multibond
Meeting Notes (for all Lucius): It felt fairly strange to be standing at a bar picking up a dark beer with a pale head - and the bartender was apparently a raccoon woman. Now, she wasn't unattractive, in fact she was... markedly pretty. But if she seemed ill at ease with any of the humans or elves or whatever else was here, she didn't show it in any way. She had a brilliant smile with little pointy teeth, an afro which almost covered her ears, velvety brown skin with black and grey accents, and that distinct mask marking on her face; he wasn't sure whether the fur trim over her snug shiny grey dress was her own or part of the outfit. Lucius was apt to stare, but it appeared she was completely comfortable with that - or she was so used to it that it didn't seem to matter. She pushed the Guinness at him with a napkin under it and a wink. "Have some fun," she suggested.

It was less than an hour later when she took a break, found him, and dragged him to the dance floor. She had a fuller tail than any 'real' raccoon but then she was either half-human or ... something else. Not a shifter, not like him. And yet, this was the most fun he'd had in years. Brandy tugged on his elbow while they were in mid-swing, "Something is happening," she said, and glanced to the edge of the room.

Others paused in their dance too, because a pair of stunning dragons were leading their offspring out from their nook and through the big room. They were on the tall side, but long too, with tails that just kept going, and were covered in a downy fluff even as hatchlings. Most of the little ones bumbled about, occasionally staggering or pausing to gain their footing again. Some of them sniffed at a dancer, moved around, looked at those at the tables beyond, or outright stood up and gave chittering discussions to their new friend. They sure were shiny, and ran the whole gamut between rich black and sparkly white.

One of them nudged Brandy, who laughed, "well, I suppose I can give him up for a dance or two." She'd gone back to her station at the wide bar before he could even speak. But then there was something else to consider, and that was the black furred dragon who had interrupted.

"Mine," she said, "you, we wait now." Perhaps she spoke this way because - well, she was just hatched, wasn't she? She'd certainly become more adept at it with time.

Lucius blinked a few times after pondering that. "Wait, you're -"

"Mine, Feibuu's," she reiterated. And then she walked with confidence to a section of the floor that had been prepared for new dragons to feed. Lucius wasn't the only one with the baffled expression, others definitely were amused or confused in varying degrees by their new friends. He could feel the gentle ping of her mind, though it wasn't as invasive as he expected if this was a bond?

No, that came an hour or so later, when some described as 'Pernese' came out. He heard muttering that the parents were pretty far from 'pure' if that was the breed, but he didn't know what that might mean, and it didn't matter. A dragon much lighter than the first though still clearly 'dark' stomped up and sat down with a stare directly at Feibuu and then at Lucius.

"It is okay," Feibuu said. She didn't seem exasperated, but she might want to work on her inflection.

I want to come with you too. I am Mawlaeju and I am hungry.

Lucius found that he knew both of those things before the dragon even expressed them telepathically. Back to the feeding floor it was! This was one of the 'knockoff' types? Well it seemed perfectly good, if smaller than some. Checkerboard patterns improbably on its wings, now that would be ... challenging, in some settings.

Even more challenging would be the second dragonet that insisted they come along with the existing pair. This one was bicolored with a dark body and lighter belly, but still had the checkerboard patternings on its wings and ridges. (Though apparently these were 'much more like Pernese' than before...) Their features were different, but then again weren't all species just a bit different from place to place? Taomami inserted themselves into the werewolf's mind with a gentle pleased feeling. Much more pleased when they were full of fresh cut meat, and resting with the other two.

His pack was growing, Lucius realized. At least two of them would remain pretty small, but he did wonder... how would he feed them all? Where would they roost?

As the trio snoozed and he sipped at champagne toward midnight, he decided he'd figure that out when he got home. For now, he watched the celebration with a smile.