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| Name: |
Yohlisanth (Yoh-li-sahnth) |
| Species: |
Dragon |
| Gender: |
Female |
| Age: |
Weyrling |
| Sire: |
White Konuruth |
| Dam: |
Light Green Desilianth |
Siblings:
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White-Winged Blue Savaranth |
| Mate: |
None |
| Bond: |
Aylitan |
| Length: |
5'7" |
| Wingspan: |
8'2" |
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History
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Yohlisanth has led an eventful life, from conception to now. She is the only one of her color, though she has a brother--a blue--who shares the same markings as her. Some might call them fraternal twins.
Yet, her first rider, Natilya, whom Yohlisanth thought she could live with forever, rejected her from the moment of bonding, leaving her to fend for herself, running away with some boy, thinking herself above being with a mere green.
Yet, perhaps Fate had a hand in what happened next, for barely a day after Yohlisanth hatched her true rider found her, too late to stand on the sands for Ryslen Weyr's Flurry Clutch, but not to late to save a white-winged green who had been rejected from day one.
And so, Yohlisanth found her soulmate in Aylitan, and together the two balance each other out, Aylitan often the spokesperson for her regal, if over-bold lifemate, and Yohlisanth the support Aylitan needed to say what needs to be said, when it should be said.
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Four Seasons Egg
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Four quadrants mark this egg, each taking up a fourth of the surface area, and each radically different from the other. Bright green marks the first area, newly formed blossoms decorating it's quarter with life and joy, as do shapes that could be said to be birds, and other animals. Surely this quadrant is Spring. Next comes Summer, with its thunderstorms, and lazy days, fluffy clouds, and fields of grain, green and waving in the breeze. The next area is marked by bright hues of orange, red, and yellow. Autumn hath surely found a residence here. Leaves swirl and dance upon unseen air currents, eternally adrift, until they find a resting place upon the ground, only to be raked up. Last comes Winter, bleakest and most beautiful of seasons. Powdery snow drifts caress the bottom of this winter wonderland, more snow falling from gray clouds above, yet patches of blue sky can be seen, as can the bare tree branches, now being coated with snow. As are the evergreen pines, giving this last part the feel of Christmas.
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Hatching Message
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Four Seasons Egg rocks, yet no sign of a newly hatched dragon can be seen. Yet this egg continues on, not willing to give up. Suddenly a rip begins in Spring, starting to move around the egg and its four seasons in rapid sucession, before finally tearing all the way through, and in a flurry of shards revealing White-Winged Green Hatchling!
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White-Winged Green Hatchling
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Neckridges of pearl adorn her head like a crown, settled between two headknobs of emerald, looking faintly like earrings. Her pearlescent 'ridges flow down her neck, yet stop there, leaving only her head and neck adorned with the crown-like adorment. Bedecked with snowflakes her emerald body is, sprinkled almost aimlessly, yet constantly there, never leaving a spot on her untouched, from the tip of her regal nose, to the end of her diamond-shaped spade of a tail. Slender and lithe her form is, both dainty and ready for action. A princess of most noble birth, her spirit of war, or the readiness thereof to partake in it shines through her iridescent gaze. Her wings are a mantel, their white 'sails like twin sheets of silk, her suede hide like velvet. Yet sharp 'spars and talons of platinum--this lady will settle for no less--gleam a deadly warning to those who would trifle with her.
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Bonding Message
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White-Winged Green Dragonet stands in the snow, eyes full of morning at her loss. Yet within a keen anger burns. An anger so deep, and strong that it requires a strong rider to temper it. A rider who will not abandon her. Across the snow a young Elf is spied, and as their eyes meet both rider and dragon find themselves lost in each others emotions. Suddenly a dam breaks, and White-Winged Green Dragon knows she has found her true mate. Without a moment of hesitation the green called the Elf upon her promise, her vow to never let her dragon be ever hurt. Aylitan! I am Yohlisanth!
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Current Description
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Neckridges of pearl adorn her head like a crown, settled between two headknobs of emerald, looking faintly like earrings. Her pearlescent 'ridges flow down her neck, yet stop there, leaving only her head and neck adorned with the crown-like adorment. Bedecked with snowflakes her emerald body is, sprinkled almost aimlessly, yet constantly there, never leaving a spot on her untouched, from the tip of her regal nose, to the end of her diamond-shaped spade of a tail. Slender and lithe her form is, both dainty and ready for action. A princess of most noble birth, her spirit of war, or the readiness thereof to partake in it shines through her iridescent gaze. Her wings are a mantel, their white 'sails like twin sheets of silk, her suede hide like velvet. Yet sharp 'spars and talons of platinum--this lady will settle for no less--gleam a deadly warning to those who would trifle with her.
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Personality
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Yohlisanth is a true princess. As regal as any queen she will be constantly aware of her looks; and your own!
Be prepared to spend many morning getting up early just so you look regal enough for her. She will never be satisfied with her own looks, either. She will want to be constantly bathed and oiled, convinced she is never clean enough. And don't be surprised if she asks for jewelry, either, because she just might!
Their is also her mind. It has the strength of the four seasons, and the gentleness of a princess, as it should. She will be a real mother to any clutch she bears, unlike most greens, and will zealously guard any eggs she lays.
Pity the Candidate--or non-Candidate--who tries to tread on her sands before it's time.
If any scent could be placed upon Yohlisanth's voice it would be a mix of rain and roses, for that is the most constant thing about her, though even that is subject to change, as is she. Without a moments warning to most, either, though you will know.
She will never stand to be alone, though she will pretend to be fine without you. She feels it is her duty to protect you from anything and everything. Including other men who might get ideas.
Mating flights will be interesting, as she will do many daring stunts, and though it may appear she came a hairs breadth from a collision, she will know where she is. She's that in tune with her body, and it will take a crafty mate to catch her.
To sum it all up Yohlisanth is bold, loud, and won't take no for an answer.
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Miscellaneous
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Yohlisanth is one of only two offspring by the White Konuruth and Light Green Desilianth. Her only other sibling is the White-Winged Blue Savaranth, who is a brother to her, but her only other sibling, making Yohlisanth unique in her own way, in color and markings, if not by personality alone.
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