Post by Zenniel on Apr 19, 2008 19:15:06 GMT -5
Do Or Do Not...
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Zenniel was watching from her Weyr, well aware that Lilith needed her emotional support since Lilith herself was no longer… herself. That would be very easy to do if she herself didn’t need emotional support from the dragon with which she was supporting. But, mustering all her strength, she dispelled the thoughts of lust (which were given to her tenfold because of the now-waking male dragons, and her being an empath, and her dragon not bothering to close the mind link), and only though reassuring thoughts. She clutched the side of the Weyr, leaning upon it, her lithe body suddenly seeming frail from all of this effort to keep from succumbing into the love of her dragon. “Don’t eat the meat.” Zenniel said aloud as well as thought it. She found that if she spoke aloud she could concentrate on other things, such as keeping the monster her great mammoth of a dragon had become from eating the buck.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the head lowered. The large head, with the utmost care, cut from the neck a large piece of meat. Lilith discarded that, and ducked her head to the dead beast. She did not have time to give thanks for her meal, for the monster who she had become was gently (but quickly) sucking out the lifeblood of the beast…
‘Good girl’ Zenniel thought, and awaited the first of her would-be suitors.[/ul][/blockquote]
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Zenniel
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Female
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15
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Heterosexual
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Northern Weyr
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---> around friends: It takes a lot of things to get Zenniel out of her shell. In fact, she’s usually always seen alone, off in her little dream lands. This isn’t to say that she doesn’t have friends. Quite the contrary, Zenniel is good at making friends… with animals. Very rarely will she open up enough to be friends with ‘anyone’ other than an animal. Who will crack this shy creature?
---> around adults: Zenniel is a polite being by nature. She always says ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir’, or if speaking to dragons, she tries to be as polite as possible. Another two of the words that she likes to use are ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’ She is not overly polite, though. Sometimes when around adults she can get overly shy, meaning she will freeze and not know what to say. At these times it’s best to leave her alone.
---> around herdbeasts/other creatures of the sort: When around herdbeasts Zenniel adopts a calm, caring attitude. She is very gentle with these also-gentle beasts, and it seems as if she knows them more than she knows humans. She works with them carefully, teaching them (the ones not used to feed dragons) to work together and multiple other things. She has always had a special bond with these animals and so feels the best around them, as she has grown up around herdbeasts all her life.
---> general personality: When around anyone in particular, whether groups of mixed adults and children or just groups, Zenniel becomes a sort of mix of all of her characteristics. It is like she doesn’t know what to do. She becomes possibly more shy than she normally is, and polite, too. Maybe this has something to do with all of her years alone…
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--->the eyes: Zenniel’s eyes carry a light blue hue, so light blue that they are essentially silver. In the light she looks like she could be blind, but in the dark they seem to take on a darker hue, looking dark gray or black.
--->the hair: Zenniel’s hair is a light, almost bleach-blond coloring. No other colors exist in it, and so one would not see brown, red, or black. Her hair is not bleached, however, but rather natural. Her hair falls to about her shoulders, maybe an inch or two below them.
--->the face: Zenniel has an almost childlike face, even if she is a teenager. A smile is almost always plastered upon it. She has full lips, a dainty nose, and a fair complexion. She is one of the few teenagers who don’t get acne regularly.
--->the build: Zenniel has a strong, lithe form. Her skin is slightly tanned from being out in the sun almost every day. She has muscles from working with herdbeasts. Her muscles do not show, as a male’s muscles may. Her legs are muscular, too, since she loves to run.
--->the clothes: Her normal clothes include wherhide boots, a wherhide jacket, a pair of pants and a shirt. She also wears wherehide gloves most of the time and her left arm is wrapped in cloth. This is because she is left-handed and a lot of things (hides, claws, horns, ect.) scrape against her arm.
--->the height: Zenniel is still growing into her height. As of now she is at least 5’6”.
--->the scars: Working on a farm is hard work. The girl is not perfect, and so has a few scars from her work. Two are on her left arm, a small one on her wrist, and a larger one extending from her elbow to halfway up her arm. Both are healed seamlessly, and do not hurt. She has one on her right arm, from the middle of her lower arm circling almost all the way around like a bracelet. One scar can be found on her left shin, where a herdbeast kicked her, and another can be found on her right ankle, where she tripped and fell onto a metal box and cut the ankle up. No more scars can be physically seen when she wears her clothes, though there is a ragged gash on her left thigh from who knows what.
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->Herdbeasts
->Other animals
->Being alone
->Nature
->Working (if it has something to do with animals)
->Her parents
->Her fire-lizard
->Golds
->Blacks
->Rubies
->Azurites
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->Large groups of people
->People who make fun of her
->Injured animals
->Injured dragons
->Injured wildlife (both flora and fauna)
->Emeralds
->Coppers
->Silvers
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Zenniel tends to love to be alone. She tends to be alone with animals, whether fire-lizards, dragons, or just by herself. She tends to have an active imagination, too. As more more 'quirks,' Zenniel tends to bite her lip or fidgit whenever she gets really shy. She also tends to cry when put on the spot, but only when there is one adult around and she doesn't know the answer. She is a nail-biter, and so bites her nails, too. Poor girl.
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From another Weyr where Zenniel is the Weyrwoman:[/b] Eh, what? What was that talking to her? Nevermind. She shoved the thought into the back of her head, and bowed down to take a bite of the beast. Lilith, do not eat the meat. Blood it. Oh, there it was again. Who was that, and why were they interrupting her meal? She would have their head. She had lifted her head a bit out of distraction, but was now hovering uncertainly over the buck, wondering if she should follow the voice’s command. Lilith, I implore you. Do not eat that buck. Blood it! The voice said again. Hmm, implore… funny word. The only person she knew who could---Zenniel? Lilith forced her way back into her own body, and sounded scared, confused, as she asked Zenmine, what is wrong--? The monster was winning over again, the blood coursing from the buck’s severed arteries looked so good… It’s alright, dear heart. I’m with you, don’t be afraid. Why wouldn’t that blasted voice shut up? All she wanted to do was eat! She was starving. Don’t eat the buck, blood it only. The voice was ever persistent, and the monster was contemplating on just following the voice’s wishes just to get it out of her brain…[/i]
Zenniel was watching from her Weyr, well aware that Lilith needed her emotional support since Lilith herself was no longer… herself. That would be very easy to do if she herself didn’t need emotional support from the dragon with which she was supporting. But, mustering all her strength, she dispelled the thoughts of lust (which were given to her tenfold because of the now-waking male dragons, and her being an empath, and her dragon not bothering to close the mind link), and only though reassuring thoughts. She clutched the side of the Weyr, leaning upon it, her lithe body suddenly seeming frail from all of this effort to keep from succumbing into the love of her dragon. “Don’t eat the meat.” Zenniel said aloud as well as thought it. She found that if she spoke aloud she could concentrate on other things, such as keeping the monster her great mammoth of a dragon had become from eating the buck.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the head lowered. The large head, with the utmost care, cut from the neck a large piece of meat. Lilith discarded that, and ducked her head to the dead beast. She did not have time to give thanks for her meal, for the monster who she had become was gently (but quickly) sucking out the lifeblood of the beast…
‘Good girl’ Zenniel thought, and awaited the first of her would-be suitors.[/ul][/blockquote]
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Mura
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Fire-lizard
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Bronze ;; Mura looks more Brown than Bronze. Similarly, he could also look more Green than Brown or Bronze together. The only reason why he is not considered a Green is because he is a male and a Brown because he has a Bronze sheen adorning his rather large body. He has splashes of brown over his body, and, extraordinarily, the color green shows up as well. The green ascends his legs and neck in vaguely vine-like patterns, making him look partly like a dead tree and partly like a growing flower garden. Moreover, he is a very small Bronze, and could be called more of a Brown than Bronze for his smallness.
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Mura is a miniature Zenniel. Yes, this is where you go ‘gasp! A shy Bronze?’ Mura is almost as shy as Zenniel, though, true to his Bronze coloring, he is very much a king. Not as commanding as some ‘kings,’ since he is shy, Mura still commands that the lower colors… well… respect him. He can often be seen hiding underneath Zenniel’s hair wrapped around her neck, or just sitting on her shoulder. He would rather sit on her shoulder than get hair in his face.
…There Is No Try