Name: Lure'nye Shaman High Void + Ice (LURE (as in cure) 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 and this may weaken over generations of mixing
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 21'6" s/l/ws
Build: massive
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 dark smoke grey with silver face, neck/chest, belly, and under tail; silver stockings on legs; face, chest, and tail have distinctive 'male' angled markings (modified, not pure) in sparkling silver-white; wingsails marbled medium grey and flat black, with starry markings in glowing white; spikes, spines, horns, claws flat black with starry markings in high white; yellow eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 2, Endurance 5, Agility 5, Health 2, Intelligence 4
Abilities: (note that this scale is 1-6 not 1-10 so adjust accordingly/as needed) 6 dark sight^, prediction (localized), void portal^; 5 telepathy, prophecy (long term); 4 body language^, nexus portal, void magic^; 3 speed flight, verbal speech, ice magic, summoning^ 2 ice breath, local teleport
Parents: Smirch and Nekeel
Bond: Nekeel, Sponsored
Meeting Notes: "He is clearly the showoff," Smirch chuckled, watching the hatchlings bumble about on their expansive nest. The dragons like these, ones which took some time to mature enough to be ready for this event out there... They knew that time passed differently 'here'. Wherever 'here' was. Though both Nekeel and Smirch were strongly attuned to magic, it was the darkness of the Void that would be the dominant type in this one specific hatchling.

They instantly knew it was male, for instance, because of those tail diamonds... But the chest and face marks were variations, everyone would know he was not pure. The stockings of silver would be considered typical, but his contrasting belly and face? Definitely not the same as most Myrsilk. And... those wings. As the dragonet dramatically fell over in the nest's faux-battle, his mottled wings also showed his mother's stars, glimmering, actually moving and glowing, in the dimness of their nesting area. Echoed on the short but budding horns on his neck and tail, which while not unique to the one hatchling... definitely odd for either breed of parent.

"He'll also be the biggest," Smirch nosed toward the group, who now pretended to mourn their 'fallen king', all but one of them, who had been the 'villain' in their little pageant. She was right, Lure was a full paw-span bigger than even the next largest of his siblings, and nearly twice the size of the smallest among them. Their 'knockoff' additional dragonets had started coming around too, though they had been brought in only after these had hatched and were safe and sound. Among those, a few were brave enough to join in, but they would be no bigger than a quarter this one's size.

But he seemed to know that, Lure was attentive to the needs of all of his siblings equally, and that set him apart too. It would be another... longish time span, until the Ball would start for this nest. Perhaps 'months', maybe even 'years', but the dragons knew time meant virtually nothing. Beyond this place, there was Void, the Outside, the Nexus, and they could return or move freely through any of those. Well, Smirch would need a little help, but she had plenty of help from the Rookery dragons or even their people to move around the Nexus. This dragonet would need no such help.

***

When the Ball finally started, the dragonets were old enough to make their minds up, to have their own personalities beyond their childlike hatchling era. Only a couple other nests worth of dragons had had to be sequestered as long, but everyone's presentation would be here for the one long night's party. Dragons and bonds alike bustled around, preparing for the fun, and truth be told both Nekeel and Smirch were ready to leave. Even if their cavern nest had openings to a variety of worlds to hunt in or visit, it was time to get moving. It was time for the hatchlings, dragonets, and young to move on.

Lure'nye had become quite the dashing dragonet in the meantime. He'd even followed in a hunt or two, proving himself adept at being in just the right place at the exact moment to help Nekeel take down lunch.

When the guests began arriving, and Smirch went to watch some of the demonstrations, Lure padded quietly around the draconic portion of the venue, watched as one of the females from the clutch went off with an attendant lemurdragon to who knows where. He wasn't restless, himself, he was quite sure of what he wanted.

But for appearances sake, he strode around the venue, looking. Sniffing, sampling the food and taking a good long drink in the fountain of fresh water (which one of his siblings briefly froze over, thanks, Baqli) but also dutifully entering the biped's side of things to take a long look around. Not that any of their nest needed to do so, he'd been told by Nekeel much of the history of their breed. Smirch's own family unit had visited a few times, they seemed to have left their own world behind in favor of this Rookery thing. She needed no bond, but had taken one anyway. But even though plenty of people stared and gathered around at two hours until Midnight over there, Lure chose none of them.

Nor any dragon on the draconic portion of the venue. Not that they didn't interest him; he'd struck up conversations with a fair few before moving on. He had already made up his mind.

"Father, show me your world," he said, and Nekeel'akel proudly did so.