Rank: Were-House Cat Dragon
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Mate: Dra'tia
Children: Daria'an
Cat Form
Height: 1'6
Build: Stocky
Fur: Tabby-striped Grey
Eyes: Green-Black
Dragon Form
Length: 3 Feet
Build: Slender, lanky
Hide: Dark Silver-Grey
Wings: 2-tined, White
Eyes: Black with hints of dark green
Appearance: Though he takes the form of a normal housecat at night, Darob'i's true form is that of a small, three-foot-long dragon. As a dragon, he has soft, leathery hide that is a dark grey color with a silvery sheen to it. His wings have two digits, one tine which forms the outer edge of his wings, and a second tine at his elbow. The wingsails are white. His eyes are a deep black, though hints of a dark green are sometimes visible.
As a cat, he is a fairly large tom with a stocky, muscular build and long, thick fur, grey in color with tabby-stripes. His eyes are paler than in his dragon form, though still a very dark green.
Personality: Quiet, shy and good-tempered, Darob'i is a true friend. He is extremely loyal and will defend his friends to the death. He does not like violence, and is not a very good fighter, though he will if he feels he has to, but he prefers to try and work it out peacefully first. He's very gentle and good-natured, most find him sweet.
Past: Born in the wilds of a forest, Darob'i has spent most of his life on his own. He hunts on his own, lives alone, and stays far away from humans during the day so he won't be sighted as a dragon. He's a bit more daring as a cat, so he sometimes steals into cities to look around or steal some food.
That all changed when the dragonriders appeared, looking for candidates. They came at night, so Darob'i was currently a harmless house cat, not capable of talking to the humans anyway. He got curious however, and stole away in one of their packs to see where they were headed. Of course, he wasn't counting on their dragons, so needless to say he was a little shocked when he found himself on another planet, surrounded by dragons far bigger than him. Fortunately, he found he could communicate with them in dragon form, so they quickly got it sorted out, after which he was asked to stand as a candidate.
He now waits for Gold Mirrorath's clutch to hatch at Bremek Weyr.
Dragon: Bronze Bezeth
Darob'i blinked in puzzlement. The clutch having hatched in the middle of the night, he was currently in his cat-form. His grey tabby-striped tail twitched idly behind him as he answered. What do you mean? It's already elided, isn't it? Fortunately, even though most humans lacked the ability to communicate with him in his cat form, his new bond was not thus handicapped.
The bronze hatchling wrinkled his muzzle. That's not right, though. I mean, riders are supposed to shorten their names after Impressing. It's tradition.
Darob'i shrugged his cat-shoulders. It's not exactly like I'm going to be actually riding you, Bezeth. He said wryly. He had wings of his own-during the day, at least.
...That's beside the point. Anyway, you're a dragon-well, you're a dragon's bonded, then. Bezeth quickly corrected himself as Darob'i smirked. And a bronze's, at that. So you have to elide your name. The bronze said matter-of-factly, with a touch of pride in his voice.
Darob'i was not entirely sure, but he had heard a bit about the ranking system of the dragons, and he suspected that the bronzes were considered to be of fairly high rank. Bezeth was certainly larger than most of the clutch; with the exception of his gold sister, he was probably one of the largest dragons in the clutch.
Hmm...Bezeth said thoughtfully. Da'bi? D'obi? D'rob'i? D'i?
Darob'i rolled his eyes. Oh, forget it, Bezeth. I'm not changing my name. It's silly.
Bezeth huffed, ruffling his wings as his eyes whirled morosely. Fine then, be that way. He grumbled. He finished his meat, and instantly, his eyes began to droop. Okay, I'm getting tired now. Sleep...
Darob'i yowled as the dragonet leaned onto him. Seeing as the dragon was over twice his size, he was trapped under his bond's immense weight.
Fortunately, one of the kitchen attendants took pity on him and helped quide the hatchling into the barracks so he could sleep. Darob'i shook his head ruefully. Dragons...
Darob'i lifted a paw and nudged his gigantic bond's muzzle to wake him up. Bezeth awakened reluctantly, grumbling. What do you want? I was sleeping. He asked crossly.
It's almost morning, anyway. The tabby cat replied.
So?
Darob'i rolled his eyes. Nevermind. Dra'tia told me to suggest to you the idea of chasing. I think that's what she said, anyway. The cat said, screwing up his eyes, trying to remember his mate's words. Whatever. Anyway, Miiseas isn't going to be rising anytime soon, and...well, she said maybe you would like to go chase someone.
Oh...okay. Bezeth yawned. How about a nice, Old World gold? Do you know of any rising anywhere?
Darob'i shrugged his shoulders-as much as a cat can shrug its shoulders, anyway. I don't know. I'm not going with you, so you can go wherever you want.
Bezeth blinked. You're not?
Why would I want to go someplace while you chase? Even if you win, I wouldn't-well-there's no point in me being there. He said, and added, somewhat sheepishly, Besides, Dra'tia would kill me. She's picky like that.
Ah. Bezeth nodded sagely, glad that Dra'tia's bond was not similiarly possesive of him. Yet. Well, I guess I'll go ask around later today, then.
'Kay. Darob'i said vaguely and wandered off while Bezeth tried to sleep a little longer.
Two days later, Bezeth found a proper Pernese queen rising at a place called Coeptus Weir. Her name was Elariath, and Bezeth decided he would stick around until she rose and try his luck. Now all he had to do was try to find someone to sign him up, since his bond wasn't here to do it. (Not that Darob'i could have done it anyway, not having hands, and anyway, most humans couldn't understand him at all.) He only hoped Elariath's rider wouldn't mind that too much...