1/2 Bre'ama, 1/2 Nexus Mutt (Whorling/Blood Court Vella Crean/Gryvern/Lesser Kynnese/Schatternaki/Geperna/Whorling/Featherdragon/Old World/Danachian/SCD/Iullerbrillan)
Black Sheep Weyr
2.1 Meters (7 Feet)
Size Shifting, Unlimited Shapeshifting, Immortality, Teleportation, Blood magic, Telepathy, Create/Influence/Manipulate fire
Going with: Nin'Queesha
Personality: Gentle, Softspoken, Mystical, Small, Unnoticed, Knowledgable, Wise, Easygoing, Calm
Note: He will always have a deep sort of connection with his twin, Talz'rai.
Hatching: Had the egg not been the largest in the clutch, towering over most of the other eggs, it's hatching would've gone unnoticed-- it broke shell fairly quietly, deep cracks running down it's smooth sides and eventually giving way, without any particularly interesting explosions or other such hatchling theatrics. There was something strange about the egg, however-- from it's depths spilled not one, but two hatchlings, looking a bit dazed and confused. They fell out on top of each other, the smaller landing on the larger with his wings half tangled in the larger's tail. After a bit of confused fussing, they managed to sort themselves out and separate their various limbs, standing shakily on wobbly legs. They were both healthy males, and while they should've perhaps been identical, given that they were in the same egg, they weren't. This was probably a residue of the magic that had caused their existence in the first place, or perhaps the inherent magic in mindspace and the BSW itself. In any case, they were both of good size, and as different, physically, as night and day. The larger, Talz'rai, shook himself off first, revealing bright colouration in mostly cool colours-- he was all deep blues, purples and pinks, arranged across a base colour of white. He walked not for the candidates, but to his mother, Nin'queesha, sitting before her with an open-mouthed dragon grin. Hullo, he said, I'm coming home with you. His egg-brother stayed where he was, however, glancing carefully between the two dragons behind him and the candidates before him. He was making his decision carefully, it seemed. Finally, he did choose, following his brother to sit beside his mother. He said nothing to her, merely looking up at her with an expression of happy serenity as he nuzzled into her side. This Veav'ras would always have an intriguing air of mystery to him.
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