Name: Lethe Gray
Aliases: Shard, Baeris, Vanya, Sanger, Tani, Viridia, Charybdis, endless others
Gender: Female, obviously
Gender preference: Male, but wants to be one. Go figure.
Age: 39
Hair: Brown, often dyed multiple colors
Eyes: green hazel with gold and orange flecks (requires glasses, not shown)
Skin: Art! (as shown!)
Rank: RPG creator, explorer, procrastinator, Net junkie
Marital Status: single, ex boyfriend (yummy)
Pets: Cats. Lots of Cats. (Toots, Boxer, Purrsephone, 13375qu34k, Rex, Mews) and Snake (Carmine), Whiplash, talking flitter
Talents: Artwork, Scripting, novel writing, website design
Dragon (impressed): Blue Bhavaiyath Falas Special Clutch; Pet: Gold-Mottled Blue male Talking flit Whiplash
Friends in Crime: Sara Letha Katrina the 3-headed me-dragon (nexus exchange); a bunch of Flamingo Flitters (from Ty at Ryslen), Dooooom (giftie from Rachael at DouPas); Flamingodragon (birthday giftie), Tanda (hadesriver dragon from Mindspace), Hashofir (giveaway from Samber)
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You just wouldn't believe it...It was Sara Letha Katrina that suggested it. She even wanted to do it herself... but couldn't as it was a bit against practice.
Dragons tattooing themselves for other dragons to live in, I mean.
Bhav thought it would be great fun to have another mind somewhere lurking, as though the voices in my head weren't plentiful enough. It was a raucous place, my mind. But it would be fun to try something new. Something that I had some experience with, anyway. Tattoos were nothing new to me, I had a lot of them. (Some of the subjects of those tattoos were a bit surprised when I showed them off - it wasn't often you could proclaim to the world that you were a creator, and have your creations gawking at themselves at the same time.)
So I went off to Clan Akelara, where this odd half-tattoo dragon clutch was held. It wasn't on the full tattoo-dragon's world, for whatever reason. But half or full, it meant there was a dragon in need of a home. And where better than on a person whose very life meant dragons?
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"So that's what will go on you if you wish it," said Lesara, "the inks will form their own coloration after time."
"Well of course I wish it," I chuckled. I extended my left arm, "right there, where I can keep track of it. I hate getting stuff done on my back, I can't ever enjoy the art."
It took some time to get the design down, but like any typical tattoo, it felt slower than it actually was. A nice clean design, and the dark weirdly tingly ink settled into my skin with more than a little mental energy. Even Bhav felt it. The new life, a new dragon, right there.
Only... not yet.
I was sitting around in the lounge, I guess it was a lounge, it was nicer than just an antiroom and it wasn't past the secretive doors where some other labs were, and other folks getting this process done to them were also present. A somewhat odd human male was there, wincing but bravely putting up with the pain of his own dragon-housing tattoo. And then...
The door to the lab started to quiver slightly, then crept slowly open. The candidates who were waiting to be tattooed (and those who had already been so, and who were sitting at the table, where an array of finger foods had been placed for those who wished it) leaned over, curious as to what was going on.
Slowly, so very slowly, one of the door flaps was pushed open, a crystalline muzzle peeking through the widening crack. Clear enough to see through, like the finest diamond imaginable, yet faintly tinted with an opaline wash, the crystalline muzzle caught and reflected the light of the antechamber, as the hatchling pushed further through the door. Large, brilliant fire-opal eyes were revealed next, followed by the faintest hint of a crest reminiscent of a Myrsilkain’s crest.
“Papa?” the hatchling’s voice was soft, sweet. “Papa… I’m hungry…”
Tirval carefully put the finishing touches on Brand’s tattoo, then straightened. “Go back inside, little one. Remember what I told you?”
“O-oh… sorry…” The hatchling looked abashed, ducking her head, “Sorry Papa.”
Setting his tools down, Tirval glanced over the candidates, then shook his head. “No harm done, I suppose. I’m coming.”
With that, he strode across the antechamber and pulled the door open, his body blocking the candidates’ view of the rest of the hatchling as he waited for it to back up and head back into the lab. Casting a final glance over his shoulder, Tirval retreated to his lab, closing the door quietly behind him.
Lesara sighed, gesturing for the next candidate to come forward to be tattooed. “Don’t mind him. He’s caught up in a new project. Nothing to be babbling about across the Nexiian worlds.”
I thought to myself, psssh yeah, right that'll stay here!
If I knew my Bhav he was already blabbering about it to half the others back at home. Such a gossip those things. Better than a chatroom really.
Eventually I headed out and back to the big house. The cheetahs were happy, the dragons were happy, and I had a new tattoo. Nothing could really be better than that. Until about a month later...
It was then, that the tattoo had changed color (it took quite a while, and settled on a nice medium blue color, I was almost thinking it should have blossomed into many different colors - but that honor was reserved for...) and it started to tingle strongly.
Not itch, like they all did - this one never itched once. It healed flawlessly, within a couple days time like they usually did on me, but never even pinged to be scratched. That was good, I guess, because if it'd been damaged by serious scratching action I don't know what would have happened to the hatchling inside!
Inside!
It wasn't just a little dragonet. It was a very, very interesting little dragonet. She had three heads, that was something I noticed right off, and Sara Letha Katrina gave a hooting cheer for her. She wasn't quite big enough to fly yet, but her wings were long and elegant looking, and she had little glowie bits on the head and tail!
"Awesome," I said, panting for some reason, it was like an effort for her to escape from her personal place inside me. We were on the back porch, there were plenty of others to keep her company and assist her in learning how to best stalk her prey (there were rabbits popping around now, I think they were rabbits, not sure. Might have been more half-breed flitters for all I knew...) and it didn't take too many tries for her to catch something. Her first 'meal' and shared among three heads... Only SLK could help with that. It was pretty obvious that the middle head was the most observant of the three, but they all had roughly the same ideas.
Crazy ideas, at that. Like learning to fly by leaping out of my 2nd story den window... Like helping to 'clean up' the neighborhood of trash - by batting it around between her paws like a gigantic kitten...
But she was mine and I was hers, and the others could actually share a little of their wisdom with her even while she was in her private Paradise. Everyone wins.
Name: Lasii
Gender: Female
Color: Silvery-Blue
Markings: Gold
Personality: sarcastic, helpful, crazy
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Hashofir
Tanda, hades river dragon from Mindspace
(Sara / cat; Katrina / dragon; Letha / goat)
Bhavaiyath