Stark's Arc Reactor Egg

This ovoid seems to be amorphous instead of solid. A pale blue light seems to pulse beneath the shell revealing a pattern of triangular, circular and trapezoidal figures within. Around the edges seems to be a dark blue band that is nearly black holding the light together while what seem to be little clamps keep it from spilling out of the side.


Hatch Message

Stark's Arc Reactor Egg begins to shake, light reflecting and flashing off the shell. Tiny cracks form, spreading over the shell in angles and lines before it breaks apart in an outward blast.


I am Ironwood Bronze Dragonet

Soft, golden bronze shades over the top of this dragon’s head, coating ‘knobs and eye ridges in a color that shifts toward honey as it spreads. Darker hues of near metallic brown spread over his neck and ‘ridges, deeper lines watermarking the color like lumber striating along the expanse of his throat. His wings are broad, their color flaring into pale sand appearing rippled along the ‘sails and culminating near the curved chisel tip of his ‘spars. Even his underbelly and sides have not escaped this grainy texture, with the shimmering sheen of burnished russet marked here and there with near black like knots in dark stained wood. His limbs are well muscled without being massive, and a match for the shimmering bronze of his tail in hue, while his talons curve like the tines of a saw, deadly and gleaming.


Public Impression Message

There. That one, right there. He’s perfect. The tottering bronze moves to stand in front of Shantir, tail winding around the candidate’s legs as he leans against him companionably. It’s party time and he knows ALL the right moves.


Private Impression Message

Twilight falls all around the hatching sands, the voices of spectators and candidates alike begin to fade. Nothing in this place matters but the glistening dragonet in front of you. « There you are! Wow, I have been looking EVERYWHERE for you! » The feeling of flight travels through his words, making his excitement evident. « But first? Sh'an, I am STARVING! » The sharp sting of hunger shares between you. « My name is Tonth! »


Physicalities

Tonth lands directly in the middle of the bronze color group. He’s neither large nor small. While he’s well muscled and has the coordination of a dancer, he’ll never be overly bulky. He IS perfectly proportioned, however, and will seldom suffer landing injuries once he’s gotten the hang of it.

You might want to watch out for those green areas where the wing and body meet. He tends to dry there the fastest and, especially while growing, will need almost constant oiling there as he grows. Once he’s reached full growth, you’ll just need to keep an eye on it.

That wood grain over his wings is actually a harmless mutation- there are ridges along those sails that could also tend toward drying. You’ll want to scrub them a little more when bathing, too. It wouldn’t do for anything to get caught in those grooves and cause infection.


Personality

Tonth is a dragon who lives life large. Whether it’s hunting, fighting thread, or chasing golds, he goes all out. His straps must be the best leather, his hide must be gleaming, and his rider must be dressed to impress. After all, you are the jewel of his collection!

Don’t think that your personal furnishings are going to escape Tonth’s notice. No no. Your cabinetry has to be the BEST woods, the perfect stains (Paint?! Are you a BARBARIAN?!), and carved just so. From you, he will pick up the knowledge that you have and incorporate it. After all, he’s a brainy bronze. You can’t just put in an apprentice piece and call it done.

Speaking of brains, Tonth isn’t always thinking of ways to improve things. He’s thinking of ways to woo the ladies. He has things to show those golds, so be ready to have invitations given for visits, trips to the lake, and isn’t her rider pretty too? Because, along with being intelligent, this dragon is a lady’s man and a playboy. He’s also a perpetual show off.

It’s not all surface shine and smarts, either! Deep down he really does have a good heart. It’s just hard to express while he’s young and full of mischief. As he grows and matures, he’ll become the leader he was born to be. He’ll make friends and may even form a social group (heads up, that includes you. What? You didn’t think you were going to get a pass on that one, did you?).

Your dragon may tend to over-indulge at times, so you’ll have to play babysitter when it comes to his meals. He doesn’t tend toward weight gain, but even the best metabolisms can only make up for so much.


Mindvoice

Most of the time, draconic voices echo those of their riders and this is true for Tonth as well. Over that, however, is a timbre that hits about mid-male-range with a rough grade to it that suggests mild vocal fry.

When it comes to imagery, you may want to buckle up. When he’s happy, his mindvoice soars through the air, passing clouds at lightning speed. Suns, moons, stars, they all zip by as if they are of little notice. Music plays somewhere in the background, rhythmic and pulsing, as he speeds through a thousand images all at once.

When calm, his imagery becomes a forest primeval- stands of trees as old as time creak and groan in the wind. Cool winds blow through darkened woods. Light dapples through leaves and clearings become illuminated by light filtered through the pollen of the surrounding trees.

Angry, he’s all metal and bite. Fire flares and projectiles fly. His sarcasm and wit even come into play, cutting through the armor of others and finding ways to sting. It’s all tempered by his innate goodness. No one will ever be deeply wounded. These are warning shots to give himself space to cool down.

For his closest friends (and yours!) he is an eternal frat boy. Well meaning, fun, and willing to play the part of the goofball.

As with any dragon, these traits will grow, change, and mature as HE matures with you.