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Coral Bonded to: Pecten From: Lantessama's Bay Age: 260 Born in: unknown season Skills: tipped fishing spear, coral or bone knife. He is also adept at creating under water traps, though mostly he would make those for others to use Sea Creature / Feature knowledge – Coral spends most of his time beneath the waves, and thus he knows what kind of fish swim where and eat which things, this extends to mammals, crustaceans, whatever is out there. It also strongly extends to the lay of the land below the surface: he knows every nook of the reef, though not necessarily all the locations which don't feature corals in quantity. (Thus if there's a portion of the cove and coast line which is rocky, or volcanic, or just bare sand with drop offs, he will not be very well versed with those spots.) Patience and Posing – because the tailor occasionally needs assistance (and it's likely that Coral has made most of their tools out of shaped coral pieces) he's used to being dressed up and appraised. He knows that the appraisal is more for the color or drape of the items, but he still gets a kick out of doing this. Coral Artistry/Creation – because coral as it lives is under his control, he can make intricate works of underwater art out of them. He may even work on undersea shelters for those who need to be truly isolated or want their own space away from the Cliff. His skill in moving living coral around, though, pales in comparison to that which he uses on its dead husks, as it “can't shape back” after he's worked it. His shaped items are strong but not unbreakable by any stretch. After all, if he made things so well they never broke, what would he do all day? He has never, and would never, intentionally create something that was too weak or would be faulty in its users hands. However he does warn anyone who gets weapons or hunting gear from him, that when the coral items do break they have very sharp edges, and must be handled with care |
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History:
In the deepest part of the cove, Yellowfin Recognized Eelstrike, and their bond was accepted by both. When he was born, Coral was given the tribe name of Gold Eyes. However it became clear early on in his youth that he would be able to use the exotic coral-shaping magic that has become his focus in life. He took the name Coral when he was three Hands old, and obviously no one challenged him on it. His life was never that exciting. He made friends somewhat slowly, and anyone who would call him a friend would also indicate that he's still a bit distant. Some might call him shy, but no, he's actually just sort of aware that the thick of things isn't for him as much. He has never had a lifemate but has taken lovemates of both genders and enjoys himself immensely as long as his partner seems to be enjoying themselves too. Coral thrives on good emotions, even though he doesn't seem to show much. So when there are gathers and meetings, dances or celebrations, he's going to ‘be there' and not choose to be off sulking under the waves. Anyone not well acquainted with him will think he's a bit dour, but he still manages to be in groups with ease. He doesn't joke much, but he will happily participate in story telling or contribute to someone's prank if they need something of him. As long as it doesn't get anyone hurt, he's fine with it. After more than a century of learning and shaping, his father Eelstrike was in deeper waters with his lifemate and several others (Tern's parents, possibly more) and they were surprised by a massive blue-stripe shark. Though Yellowfin attempted to save her mate, it was clear that she would be eaten as well and managed to escape with her life – but not necessarily her sanity – intact. Coral's father's death has devastated Yellowfin, and though Coral was not tremendously close with either of them after his youth, his father's death made him get considerably closer to his mother. He worries that she will wander off and let herself be killed. The concern he shows for her is far stronger than he's ever displayed for other people, even those who can be counted among his friends. That said, if something happens ‘on his watch', if someone is in danger and he can sense them with his keen magical mind, he will attempt to help in any way he can. Because Spearshaft, Tern's father, was lost in the same horrifying attack, Tern and Coral have always had a connection, if a dark one. Like their surviving parents, they too can turn to one another for consolation – and the occasional competition, after all they aren't friends just because of that. But they share a sad bond, either way. As time has gone on, Coral is content, in a word, to be a shaper and maker. When someone comes to him asking about any specific item, he is more than happy to try and produce it to their closest imagination – as they can share thoughts, he can come quite close to whatever someone really desires. It seems that at times, when gathers are happening and he's alternately dancing around the fire pit or listening to stories being told, he will still be shaping things. A keen eye would notice that whatever he's working on to be delivered to an unsuspecting recipient, will match what their personality seems to warrant. He's not going to give a practical hunter something that will catch on a tree or get tangled in kelp; he's going to make sure that a child has something to keep them occupied and educated. Though Coral seems a bit afraid of the wolves in their pack, he does not display any kind of hatred or even discomfort around the Wolf-folk. They need his work as much as anyone, and he's more than happy to provide them with what they need. He does think it's a bit of a shame that they can't truly visit his coral reef below the waves. |
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"You probably want to leave some room without all that ... sharp coral..." Squall had visited numerous times because this lake was now where her own lovely water-born dragon Stallano lived. He was beyond pleased that the place was getting a big expansion. About time! Coral however was distracted, still shaping his namesake little ... bony ... things under the surface. He came up and looked curiously at Squall. "Why?" He finally asked. "Wait for it," Squall said, faintly amused. She got that look on her face that he originally thought was communicating telepathically with either her dragon or someone else besides him, but no - she was just waiting. For her mate, Apogee, who suddenly gave off a laughing creel from far above. Her own dragoness Eurani swept overhead, bright like a cloud against the blue skies. And from her, the tiny tiny form of their chieftess falling. Coral's heart sped up, "what is--" "Wait for it," Squall assured him. He watched in horror, dumbstruck, as the elfess fell ... no... no, she dove cleanly into the water from how many elf-heights? She came up moments later, smile as broad as ever and her ever-present cowlick hair still defiantly sticking upwards even after all that. "I can't get her to stop doing that. Eurani doesn't even try now," Squall assured the coral-shaper, whose baffled look amused Apogee as much as it did Squall. "So maybe, choose a nice spot where it's already deep, and..." she leaned down and whispered, "smooth it out with a shaper if you have to, just make some nice easy rock that won't cut her to ribbons when she hits bottom..." |
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It wasn't very long before most of the seaborn and wolf-blooded tribe mates were settled in at Bald Mountain. And not long after that, when they were one by one brought around to some of the experienced riders, or their dragons who just walked right up, or watched from a distance as these water dwellers got used to their new home. It was Squall's Stallano that nudged Coral once more toward the elf rider, who appeared to be conferring with her lovemate. "I've been given the nod to send you off to find a dragon friend," Squall said, grinning with a sly look. "I know just where to go, too. Good place, lots of our elder riders found theirs there, and now there is a bay hatching. Water dragons, who knows what they will look like, but..." "Dragons like yours?" Coral asked, the piece of shaped coral in his fingers momentarly still as he looked at the blue dragon surfacing nearby. "No, I don't think so, but you'll have to show one off when you come home!" That self-same blue dragon indicated the elves should huddle close to him. And Squall barely managed a "don't panic, this will be fine..." before they teleported away from Abode, and to Lantessama. *** They were definitely not 'like hers', these newly hatched and adorable 'Tenkrat' hybrids. Coral had gotten a good look at the parents of them and wondered just how deep in the sea they might reside, had they lived on Abode. One didn't see tentacles on things that close to the shore but here they were now. They had a long elegance to them though, even the newly hatched young dragonets. Though... most of them did need a little nudge for directional movement here and there - whoops one of them just blonked into a swimmer. Coral chuckled to himself. Gruyt, their mother, seemed more casually happy to have people around than the other adult dragons, who were all but frantic to have the candidates like Coral near enough to the water when the offspring broke shell. There were numerous people that Coral wasn't really too sure whether they were friend or foe, he was among the smaller bipeds. But everyone was here for one purpose, and that was to help the babies find new homes. Even other dragons were present. As several creatures and people were clearly approached by the new little kittens (he thought it clever they were called that), Coral felt a tiny nudge of a little whisker, the pale blue kitten had done a wide circuit investigating all the possible bonds before coming right up to him. He'd been very quick, and more accurate than some others in his speedy trek around the bay, and then held himself before Coral, with - a piece of coral from the depths below. Is this any good? I don't know if I can learn to make things like you do, but I'd like to help as much as I can. I'm Pecten. Coral felt the mind of this young dragonet, fresh and clear, confident but at the same time hopeful. He accepted the small shard of coral, it was broken off likely from natural causes and not plucked live. "If it's not good right now, I can turn it into something better." He turned it in his hands, it was a good chunk and had a shape that could be useful already. Pecten looked quite pleased with himself, and then the larger dragon, perhaps his sire, sang out a rumbling and whistling tune. His name, Coral knew. Dad tells me my first name is Eel Protects the Reef. "Now that is a good name, I'm sure you'll live up to it!" Coral hugged Pecten and looked for the feeding stations they'd been shown. It wouldn't be right away that they would return to Abode, they needed a little time to adjust and grow strong before then. ** Their return to Abode was of great interest to little Pecten, who would be unlikely to fly around but wanted to see the whole place from above when given the opportunity. Clinging on to Apogee's dragon after arriving thanks to the teleportation of Stallano, both dragonet and Coral were stunned at the layout of the whole place. Pecten admitted privately to Coral, I think I will stick to the water! ** The waters were more than deep enough and the lake quite big for a small dragon like Pecten. It turned out there were quite a few places he could duck and hide, explore, rest, or even come ashore and never once have a person or even another dragon in view! For the moment, it was his world. Well, his and Stallano's!
** "You're growing up," Coral commented, when Pecten dropped a new hunk of didn't-quite-make-it coral into his work area. This chunk of it was nearly as long as Coral's arm, and that made him pause in thought. "I wonder... if something is breaking these?" What could there be? I haven't seen anything, but... They would have to make sure of what was in the deeper areas of their lake. ** "Did you realize we'd brought it in?" Squall asked Coral, trying to be casual but still quite surprised. "No idea," the shaper said. "But there it is, none the less. What should we do?" There was a growing sea creature, something that had hitched a ride during the lake's renovation apparently. It didn't belong in a lake, that was for sure. It wasn't a shark, it wasn't going to scare Coral's mother - but it was going to become a problem if it had grown this much in the short time that it had been in this uncontested space. I can help herd it away from the reef and up onto the sandy shore, be ready! ** The group of water-born elves remade areas that the predator had damaged, and when others brought a 'restock' of fish and other aquatic life in, they made sure to only stock them from lakes and ponds, rivers, and inland sources rather than the ocean! Freshwater creatures, rather than the massive long-snouted fish that had been eating virtually everything it could chomp on! Pecten had lived up to his name already! |
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