Hearts of Stone

• The Clutch
• The Wherlets
• Credits

Hearts of Stone

• The Clutch
• The Wherlets
• Credits

Hearts of Stone

• The Clutch
• The Wherlets
• Credits

Hearts of Stone

• The Clutch
• The Wherlets
• Credits

Space Flit Black Firelizardth

Firelizardth
She/They
Non ClutchBearing
Adult Length: 22ft

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Mindname

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Hatchling template by Taima
Egg Template by Min/SkomorokhFossa
Egg written by Ezra
Dragon written by Ezra
Hatchling color by Ezra
Egg Color by Ezra

All inspiration images were found online and credit belongs to the original artist and photographer. We are not using these images as our own, but as tools to convey thematic concepts for the dragonets.

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The Hatch

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The Egg

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Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple Ptolemaris

Ptolemaris
He/Him
Non ClutchBearing
Adult Length: 13 ft 3 in

For having such a delicate and thoughtful mind, Ptolemaris has the personality of a wher who ought to be small and slight, but instead he is the absolute definition of the difference between dragons and whers. His neck is short and thick, his shoulders broad and bulky, the same width as his hips. His wings are disproportionately stubby, but his tail is long, tapering at the end in thick, blunt forks. He looks so indelicate and like his body is too big for him, and in many ways it is. But he has a handsome way about him, with a broad head and soft, agreeable eyes.His markings are stunning and eye-catching, in a way that he will likely find disconcerting, as the stars that haunt him dot his hide in their hundreds, peeking out through dense stripes. A gentle grey white interspersed with darker grey and black speckles covers his feet, tail, wingsails and head, trying to edge out the stars, but they and the stripes they peer out from are not easily fought back.

Physicality TBD by adopter

The Man on the Moon

What a curious, strange place to be - The moment Ptolemaris’ mind opens, it is to a world that is spinning. Not swirling, but spinning - upending end over end, vertigo inducing if it’s moving fast enough, but usually it’s a slow, lazy and unpredictable axis. It is an absolutely frictionless environ, Stars blink and watch from far away in a sea of color. Sometimes the colors are beautiful and soothing - other times intense and nauseating. And sometimes the colors have gone away, chased away by a darkness that is swallowing and sinister. Yet even in that blackness, the stars still watch.Those stars look and they look - and it's terrifying for Ptolemaris himself to look back at them too long. In their light, they can hide so much horror, and sometimes if he looks long enough and hard enough, he can almost see a shadow crawling out of them, like an indeterminate shape coming closer. That is why his mindscape is always moving and always drifting farther and farther out to space.

A nervous and thoughtful beast, Ptolemaris is. This young wher is always so far away from where he stands. He will try his best to engage with his reality as it happens, but despite his best efforts, he always tends to find himself feeling as though he is observing it from orbit. His thoughts are present and swirling at all times like the lifetimes of universes all happening in an instant inside of him, but he won’t start out with any good ways to process all those thoughts and feelings. It’s going to make him anxious, all this not knowing what to do and all this overwhelming input he receives. He’s always going to be a wher who prefers his own company, but he will watch from afar with fondness, and sometimes, he will come creeping closer and tentatively try to integrate himself with the goings on of others.Inside those swirling galaxies of thought, though, there is a beast, and the ability to be so much more than that sweet, anxious wher of few words. If Ptolemaris presses into those thoughts, he has to be careful. Inside of him there is so much wonder and love that he could hold out in beautiful arrays of colors and exploding new possibilities. But every time he reaches for those things, he is always aware of his fear and what his fear can turn him into. And he’s afraid of so much, he’s afraid of life itself, of possibility, of both the finite and the infinite. Everything must cast a shadow, and oh, how he can cast such a long, ugly shadow. Impulsiveness may one day lead him stumbling and staggering down the path to becoming a monster made of stars and swallowing voids.

Hatchling template by Taima
Egg Template by Min/SkomorokhFossa
Egg written by Ezra
Wherlet written by Ezra
Hatchling color by Ezra
Egg Color by Ezra

All inspiration images were found online and credit belongs to the original artist and photographer. We are not using these images as our own, but as tools to convey thematic concepts for the wherlets.

Moon’s haunted

The Hatch

With all the force of a sigh, Child of Tranquility lolled slowly to the side in the sand, starting its lazy drift away from its neighbor and making a small groove for itself in the sand. Then it settled, contemplative, with its speckled face held up to the light.

It happens without fanfare and is almost imperceptibly - just the tiniest little pinprick of a claw breaking through the shell of Child of Tranquility. It wiggles and twists in the open air, pulls back, and is then joined by another, two claws kicking like the flailing legs of a spider and then receding.

Having sufficiently taken the time required to gather its strength, Child of Tranquility rocks in the iron red sands, building up momentum to break open the shell as calmly as the hiss of a pneumatic gear. The speckled shell unzips gently and blooms like a flower as an equally speckled white head emerges. A white? But no - this wherlet is far too big to be a fifth caste. There’s stripes of dark color slashed over his eyes, but the rest of his head is the same speckled white as his shell. He’s contemplative - anxious, and for a moment only pokes out his head. He’d known this moment was coming, but he was not ready for it.The world would not wait. He had learned things in the shell, and he had learned waiting was just as dangerous as moving. Tentatively the wherlet stepped out from the crumbling ruins of his shell, peeling and shaking it away to reveal a gorgeous purple hide with the universe painted across it in brilliant, busy stripes. Thick and bulky, Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple blinks as his eyes adjust to the low light, feeling cold and uncertain even in the heat of the sands.

Before he even know what was happening, Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple went sprawling into the sand. He hit heavily, sands rising into the air in a red plume. He’d only just taken his first breaths, but he found himself gasping now, and letting out a pathetic creel as teeth sank into his wing shoulder.Eyes swirling alarmed reds, oranges and yellows, he turned his head to see Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black had been the one to bowl him over, and now had her jaws buried in him. <Wh-what? I–please stop!> This was how his first interaction outside of the shell was going to go? He’d been so lonely, and this was his answer to it? This was terrible. His wings flailed on impulsive instinct, giving her teeth more to rip.

In the shell Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple’s own fears had pursued him like hounds, and now that he finally made it out into open air, he had been struck harshly with the reminder that nowhere was safe. And it seemed, a learned qualifier was now that it was also true that no one was safe, either. Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black spat him out like an unwanted meal, and he looked up at her with wide eyes right before his head got pushed down into the sand by her affection.This was affection? He searched for words to say to all of her force but found none. She left him, and Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple was abandoned to slowly stagger back up to his feet alone. His hide, wet from being freshly hatched, was now caked in red sand like a martian landscape against his starry hide. He watched, horrified by her actions, and looked slowly to his rent wing shoulder, dripping ichor down his hide. Oh...

It seemed no matter what Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple did, he was doomed to be spinning through spaces he did not understand. He could smell that there was food waiting, that there were so many smiling and jovial faces behind the viewing window on the sands. He looked up at them like a player on a stage noticing the audience for the first time. It filled him with harrowing dread, and the aggression his sister had shown him immediately upon hatching made something sinister and inky crawl through the swiftly orbiting thoughts in his mind.He lifted his gaze higher, high above the audience, higher than this room, trying to peer through the walls. How silly was it that he yearned for the solace and isolation that had made his very soul weep not so long ago? At least there the dangers were ones he knew. Surely there was warmth and comfort here somewhere... wasn’t there?<My name is Ptolemaris, and as I have begun so I will continue. I will go forward alone.> Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple Ptolemaris’ voice was a tremulous whisper, spoken to himself more than anyone, but he did not yet have the control to limit his speech. Ambling, wing dragging, he followed the scent of food.

Child of Tranquility

The surface of this egg almost looks as though it would crumble when touched, colored a myriad of soft grays and covered in craggy, rough calcifications. Despite its appearance it is a deceptively hard shelled egg, the lumpy grooves alien and certain in their structure. It’s a bit plain in coloration, speckled many shades of gray in patterns that create faux pock marks where none actually exist, as if they are tiny craters in the egg’s surface. However, creeping just along the bottom of the egg is hidden a burst of deep blues, purples and pink, its gray speckles spreading across this pop of color like a field of stars.

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Spark of Savagery Pink Rosie

Rosie
She/Her
ClutchBearing
Adult Length: 6 feet

Rosie is on the smaller end for a pink, almost smaller than normal. Her base is pure muscle, though; she is not graceful. Rosie's primary color is a pastel, pale pink, so light that she almost looks white. Glancing at the front of her, her color starts with a startling dark pink, stained around her muzzle. Her bloody muzzle fades into stray lines of dark pink that radiate down her forehead and the back of her neck, before swinging upwards onto her so pale pink as to be translucent wing sails. Her underside is the same dark pink - stopping before it gets too visible around her chest. Scattered across her paws and tail are tiny dots of pink, a shade darker than her pale pink to make them visible, although not in such a dramatic way as the fracture lines and muzzle do.

Whers are well known for moving mountains, and Rosie is no different... but she suffers for her desire to move said mountains. While they also come with the harder hide their larger siblings are known for, her hide is not as sturdy. She will have more injuries and risk strains or major scars, whereas others would be able to shrug off those injuries. She's also quite muscular for her size; this larger musculature on her smaller frame, even as an adult, makes her look odd. She will never be graceful by any means, and her agility is low to match. She moves like a predator, stalking rather than walking, and her every action is slow and steady.

Spark of Savagery

The terrain of her mindscape is a simple forest area with a lake and a rock den; reminiscent of whers being more traditional 'packs' while allowing her to have her place to escape. Rosie's mindscape is overlaid with low growling, even when she's calm. Even to those that she speaks with, she holds them at bay, a distrusting personality. When she's angry, the low growls turn to roars, and her questions are always sharp and pointed; Her tone is sibilant, and low hissing is always threaded throughout all of her interactions.

Rosie is ... feral. While she's perfectly competent at holding a conversation and is willing to and will hold down a steady job for her family unit and other whers, she prefers to not verbally socialize. If you just want to sit down, stare at a tree for a while, and then leave ... well, she wouldn't mind that. It's going to take a lot to get under that outward predator and find that she is a collected soul; she just hides it behind a growling exterior for no specific reason other than it has to do with her size.Yes, she has a classic case of overcompensating for something that's not a problem. With her physicality, not to mention the issues with her hide, Rosie's acting the way she does to protect herself. She doesn't want to be seen as weak, or simple, or anything like that, especially for her caste and size. She's perfectly capable of handling herself, and she doesn't want to have to rely on anyone else. Her growth as she gets older and realizes the way that families and friendships work is going to be very important; once she starts letting people in, her personality will loosen up, but she always will be a bit more reclusive.Of hobbies, Rosie is going to be ... very withdrawn. She doesn't like doing a lot of things that require interaction - she doesn't particularly like parties, and group events are generally out. While she doesn't like being underground, she does have a fascination with gemstones and minerals and enjoys looking at jewelry crafting and smith-crafting in general. She prefers most to be outside, though - going through forests and jungles, expeditions to the area around her home. Bad weather won't bother her either unless it's a massive type of storm; in that case, she knows that no matter how hard she may want to face it, she knows the safest place is home.

Hatchling template by Taima
Egg Template by Min/SkomorokhFossa
Egg written by Spy
Wherlet written by Spy
Hatchling color by Jude
Egg Color by AB

All inspiration images were found online and credit belongs to the original artist and photographer. We are not using these images as our own, but as tools to convey thematic concepts for the wherlets.

"Whimsical Riches" Egg Theme - The Hearts of Stone Wher Clutch was based on minerals and gemstones. Whimsical Riches was based on an ammolite, which is an opal-like gemstone created from the fossilized shells of prehistoric ammonites. It is well known for its iridescence, which is generated by the unusual way light reflects off of its surface.Rosie's Name - Rosie is a diminutive for Rose, a flower and a common name. It is viewed as particularly feminine, and is pronounced as 'rOHz'. There are many colors of rose, and Rosie's color combination in particular speaks of innocence, appreciation, gentleness, happiness, purity, loyalty, and new love. Her name, is of course, fully ironic, and she is aware of it - but for all her annoyance towards color caste, she is a pink, and proud of it.

The Hatch

For all its' color and verve, the Whimsical Riches Egg has been calm. There has been very minimal movement in total, although it is consistent in the movement - every ten seconds or so, there's just a gentle ripple as it wobbles on the sands. The rocking allows the light to play in those rainbow hues that color the shell, though - a light show is certainly whimsical, isn't it?

Out on the sands, the Whimsical Riches Egg continues to rock very slowly ... before it violently rocks to the left as the shell bulges from some sort of inner impact. While it doesn't break, the leylines that radiate across it darken across the bottom of the egg - and in a moment, they turn into legitimate cracks. After a moment, though, the lines stop spreading - although one talon is seen tugging at the crack - something - someone is coming ... but when?

The talon withdraws from the slowly widening cracks on the Whimsical Riches Egg. The rocking stops momentarily, and then there's another violent shudder as something impacts the egg from the inside again. A new flurry of cracks spread everywhere across the Whimsical Riches Egg - and then the bottom half of the egg shatters, revealing a small pair of legs before the top of the egg comes down and covers the occupant entirely. There's a moment, then a very annoyed hissing noise, and the top of the egg is shoved off, landing upside down next to its occupant. Stubby wings flared out, Spark of Savagery Pink Wherlet stands there, triumphant, having conquered its egg twice over.

Gazing immediately around the room, the Spark of Savagery Pink Wherlet settles down next to their egg shards, before reaching out and chomping down one edge of the upside-down top half of their previous home. There's a bit of gnawing on it before they decide it's sturdy enough - and promptly scramble into their egg, whimsically deciding to ignore everything happening on the sands and the people and whers on the other part of the glass. Stretching their wings out again, the Spark of Savagery Pink Wherlet carefully examines their wings thoroughly, before inspecting the rest of their frame. Having done so, they finally look up towards the window. < ... Hm. People.> They hiss out, gazing at the window. Still, they don't -move- ... content to sit there for just a moment more.

After sitting there for several minutes and doing nothing but gazing out the window, the Spark of Savagery Pink Wherlet finally decides they better do ... something, rather than just sit there. Taking a long way around to the long window, they press their muzzle up against the window, eyes picking up speed and flickering from a sedate bluey-green to a more concerned pale yellow, soft green still peeking through. Taking their time, the Spark of Savagery Pink Wherlet makes an initial go down the window, stopping at every new person or wher to regard them silently before moving on. At the very end, the Spark of Savagery Pink Wherlet comes to a stop by the window lifts their muzzle, and gazes at the ceiling for a long moment. There is some -thinking- going on here.

Standing there in front of the windows, the Spark of Savagery Pink Wherlet gazes upon the humans and whers on the other side. Head whipping around, they prowl up and down the window again, occasionally pausing to gaze at one person or wher in particular. After a fourth go-round, they park themselves right in the middle - or as close as possible and stretch their head up and press their snout against the window. A whistling hiss escapes them before they turn back around and march back to their egg shards.Climbing back into the upside-down top of their egg again, the Spark of Savagery Pink Wherlet addresses the crowd again. <Hm.> It's neutral, but finally, they shake their head again after a long look through the windows. There is no one here for them, today. <Someone come take me to food.> She demands in a sibilant growl, followed by a brief pause. <For I am Rosie. I am here... and I am hungry.>

Whimsical Riches

This egg has reached for the skies above. It's definitely egg-shaped, but the various bumps, curves, and grooves make it look more like a thing of mud that dried than an egg. From how it has stretched to the sky, it is like the light above has touched the curves, caressing parts of the top parts of the egg with a glossy sheen, as if polished. The sheen causes the color it covers to go light, almost white. All over the egg is a whimsical mishmash of colors; the largest part of the middle is a splotch of red, with yellow and lime green crowding around it. The top of the egg has a single spread of blue; like a signifier that yes, this is the top of the egg. Following the curves of the egg, in and out of the bumps and grooves are a series of dark lines; mapping out intricate patterns, and nothing crisscrosses to draw the eye just about whatever way it wants to go.

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Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black Serrak

Serrak
She/Her
Non ClutchBearing
Adult Length: 9ft 8 in

The birth deformity of Serrak’s jaw will almost always be the first thing an onlooker’s eye is drawn to. Her lower jaw is warped and veers off to the left, and likewise her upper jaw looks as though it has been crunched inward. It gives her a pugish, stout nosed appearance and makes her breathing at times loud and rasping. The teeth of her lower jaw jut forward like the lower mandible of a prehistoric toothed fish, her tongue given to lolling out of her mouth. These are all things that can change as she grows, but at birth at the very least will be a notable deformity.In terms of body proportions, Serrak is born athletic and strong - aside from her jaw, she is a stunning example of a well put together wher. A bit narrower at the front than most, with larger, proportionally broader hips, Serrak is torpedo shaped, and her powerful hind legs will propel her to swift speeds quicker than most of her peers. She’s built for short bursts of all out speed and power - her endurance will always suffer the cost of the power she can put out. Her markings are likewise subtle and lovely, with a dark blue-gray underbelly that trails the inside of her limbs and wingsails, and a ribboned, watery pattern across the darker parts of her hide, looking almost like the reflection of light upon dark water.

Turning a wher egg is not as simple as turning another egg - each egg has its own unique conformation, with wrinkles, grooves and asymmetry that usually only lend them a charming and unique shape. But in Serrak’s case, the unique shape of her egg led to a developmental deformity, as even after being turned, her egg always settled her weight squarely upon her jaw. As a result, Serrak is born with a misshapen and crooked lower jaw, with her upper jaw slightly caved in and crushed. Because of this, Serrak will struggle to eat and drink, and will need constant upkeep to keep her mouth from drying out, however as she ages there are procedures and treatments that can potentially be used to correct and ease some of these difficulties, if she chooses to pursue them.The strength of Serrak’s mind, however, is staggering. She is one of few whers capable of short bursts of flight and gliding - and while this will take some time to manifest, as she nears one year of age she will start to feel how, through will alone, she can make herself light and bring herself to soar.

Starving Jaws

As Serrak’s mindscape opens to another, it seems… starkly quiet. Quieter than it should be, and in fact unnervingly silent. There is a fragrance of stagnant air that holds a memory in the scent, just on the edge of that dry, dusty, cutting tang. It is the faint, forlorn smell of the sea - so far gone it’s muddied with the smell of sand after it rains, but there is distinct sea salt. Everything here is far off, and the more one sits with Serrak’s mind or the more she shows them, the more phantoms will dart through the dark. Fish and creatures long dead, jetting across the ink, falling, seeking water and flailing in its lack. They are chasing after the soft, echoing sound of waves that never seems to get any closer.It is so dry and dusty in the sands of Serrak’s mind - being there is enough to leave one’s throat dry and cracked. It aches and yearns for water, but water is a thing more nuanced than its simple element. To Serrak, knowledge is her water, and there is never enough for this long empty basin of her mind. There is not enough knowledge in the world to fill her ancient seas, but she yearns and yearns. This dark and empty skeleton of an ocean long gone aches for the sea of knowledge, and she carves out spaces to keep it, precious and dear to her, hidden in the dark.

Serrak is a creature of duality at her core; both the slow, curious watcher and the swift, forceful ambush predator. On one hand, she is slow, casual, silent and graceful; like a shadow slipping in and out of the moonlight, the shape which casts her far away and is difficult to discern. She can be thoughtful, curious and gentle, and at times seem like she is an effortless part of any environment as she is able to project so much confidence and unspoken certainty. Then at other times she is everything at once, she is all of her power, all of her force, all of her indelicate opinions and thoughts spilling forth all at the same time. Serrak’s personality can come on suddenly like the clap of thunder, and it can leave just as fast. Some part of her is aware of how sudden and forceful she can be, and even though she doesn’t regret it or feel ashamed of it, she still doesn’t want to willfully hurt others. Inevitably, she sometimes will despite her best efforts.Beneath this duality, there is so much going on and so many delicate and precious castles built inside of Serrak’s mind. Though she will speak freely and will not hesitate to give voice to what she is feeling, there are some things she will always struggle to articulate. And it is all rooted in her bottomless hunger to experience, see, and to collect experiences and knowledge into herself. Theories dance through her mind with a restless, ceaseless and beautifully inconsistent consistency, sometimes loud and in every direction, sometimes like a gentle wind.Some part of her soul feels so old, and so much will feel like things she has forgotten. It will be the most infuriating, beloved challenge to uncover it again and to know it once more. It will feel as if reacquainting herself with everything and anything there is to know is like reconnecting with an old friend or a fond memory. The joy of things she has never known and no one has ever known will drive her - but this exuberance held tightly inside of herself can be unyielding and unforgiving to others trying to reach out to it.Serrak is, above all, restless. Difficult questions are her nourishment, and in the endeavor of feeding her hungry mind, she will commit herself to learning any number of skills or making herself a nuisance to those people who have skills which she can lean upon to answer her unanswered questions. Those questions can vary wildly - from why someone in her life behaves in a certain way to why wher eggs struggle to crack. It will drive her to poetic and tragic heights - she will crave and covet and chew upon ideas and people to know them and learn their shape. Knowing something that she didn’t know before is the most cherished feeling, but part of her also wants others to know that it was her who found it first.She will leave others feeling raw even when she doesn’t want to, and a part of her will not regret it, but another will mourn her inability to be delicate. It will be hard for pain or anguish to stop her and what trials may come, she will relentlessly keep moving forward; but this is her curse, as she will love with all of herself, and there is no such thing as not feeling the pain she causes others.

Hatchling template by Taima
Egg Template by Min/SkomorokhFossa
Egg written by Ezra
Wherlet written by Ezra
Hatchling color by Ezra
Egg Color by Ezra

All inspiration images were found online and credit belongs to the original artist and photographer. We are not using these images as our own, but as tools to convey thematic concepts for the wherlets.

Hello Prince my love, I hope you enjoy this special interest princess who promises not to bite (but she will bite). We’ve talked quite a bit about my inspos for her and I realize she’s a bit forceful as written so don’t hesitate to edit or have her grow out of things as needed. But this girl has a lot of vices and a lot of strengths that I think you can use to absolutely become a menace and be out there getting in everyone’s business and, as requested, the lore’s business.Because she’s based on a megalodon tooth, there’s lots of sharky and bitey vibes - she’s got shark countershading, and I did my best to make a watery pattern on her, kind of like what light looks like when it reflects water to kind of give that memory of water without there being any here anymore vibe. I hope the art is easy to replicate, and I have a sheet I made with a step guide of how I made the water pattern + color drops for you. Because she’s based on a fossil of an apex predator, I wanted to give her lots of overconfidence but also that old soul waking up again vibes that we talked about.As for her name - I wanted something that kind of evoked that feeling of what it would sound/feel like to get bitten by a thing that has knives for teeth, and Serrak is rooted in the word serrated for that reason. That’s also why I wanted to go for lots of knives and cutting vibes - since she’s not the whole shark, she’s just the business end of one.

The Hatch

There was a sudden jolt from within the shell of The Tongue Stone as the wherlet inside threw herself against the walls that had confined her. Too long! She had been here too long! But she had not accounted for how tired the act of hatching would make her, so for now The Tongue Stone went still, gathering up her strength.

It was a bit uncomfortable to watch and see, the way The Tongue Stone had begun to hop and roll across the sands. It was not as if it were an idle rolling, her egg was misshapen, lumpy, the jolts that made it to rock and tumble in the sands were sudden, violent. And then suddenly, the face of the egg that was now turned upwards shriveled as teeth tore through the soft, fleshy exterior, wrinkling it and twisting it. Not long now.

Jaws worried the soft edges of The Tongue Stone’s shell, working them, chewing amnion and rubbery shell. Then suddenly there was a rip, and a head pressed through the opening. Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black was distinctive at the outset - her lower jaw skewed to the left and the upper jaw was partially crushed inward, puglike and misshapen. But as her eyes beheld light for the first time - or maybe the newest time - they were wild with life and ruthless exuberance. <Yes. Yes! Where are my siblings? Who has lived? I wish to begin biting.>Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black pushed the rest of the way from her shell, amnion and what little yolk she had not drunk spilling out all around her, leaving her egg a shriveled and deflated husk. She stretched her wings and loosed an exuberant and abrasive creel into the air.

Ah, her neighbor had risen from his shell! Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black swung around to face the larger and anxious looking Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple and her lips twisted in a draconic smile, a horrible baring of infantile fangs due to the disfigurement of her jaws. She did not speak or herald herself, instead she twisted and charged into him.Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black bulled her way into Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple, sending the large, bulky wherlet sprawling into the sands as she wrapped her jaws into his wing shoulder and bit down. Only then did she speak, certain and calm elation and affection in her voice. <Will I call you brother? Do we have the same parents? Does it matter? What is your name? Tell it to me.>

Ugh, how disappointing. Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple writhed between Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black’s jaws like a caught fish. She tasted his ichor and licked at it with a lolling tongue that wouldn’t settle cleanly into her warped mouth, her lips curling in distaste. His wings flailed and slammed into her, but they did little but make her blink at the irritation.Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black spat out her mouthful of Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple and edged away from him, looking down at him with her eyes narrowed in disdain. <I’ll come back for those answers. You should make yourself ready then, and stop all this flailing around.> It was a genuinely offered sentiment, and even wobbling on newborn legs, she reached out and dropped one heavy foot on Stars are Just One Thousand Eyes Purple’s head, rubbing his eye ridges with rough affection before stumbling away from him. Now, where was the food?

Hunger clawed at Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black’s insides, but not just hunger for her first meal. Hunger for more, hunger for life and the things she didn’t yet know about it, or had forgotten. Hunger to see that human whom she’d chewed upon as she rose from the depths with her own eyes. She cast her gaze through the faces gathered at the viewing window, her mind jutting forth into that crowd like a spear thrust into a school of fish.<Where’s the soft one who knows me?> She asked, curt, a question but she spoke with such intensity it could’ve easily rang as a demand. She gave a shake, moving on legs that were getting steady and stronger with each step. <Where ever he is, tell him that my name is Serrak, and as I told him, I will have no bond with him or anyone. Not now. Maybe later. Maybe I will find someone useful.> She spoke her thoughts aloud, shameless as her mind groped through those present with an indelicacy that was both infantile and purely Serrak. She would never be a gentle creature.Insatiable and Cutting Depths Black Serrak searched the gathered minds the way a hand searches for a tool, but her thoughts were distracted. She had broken free of her shell and her hunger for knowledge made her salivate, but first she needed to answer the all too pressing hunger in her belly.

the tongue stone

Nondescript and somewhat unimpressive at first glance, this egg is primarily a dark, grayish blue, all except where a blank near-triangle shape of black slashes across its surface, and a cone of pale brown erupts from the blackness, ending in a sharp, jagged point. It seems to be an imperfection, like a bruised fruit, but the more you look, the more this large, irregular patch of color seems intentional. The more you look, the more you realize that the black marking is craggy, like a wound frozen in time, and the pale brown portion of its shell seems smooth and sharp. And upon closer inspection, that marking is not just pale brown. It’s ringed with a faint, reddish brown color and streaked with it, the tone unsettlingly similar to the color of dried blood.

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Flow From The Luminous Wellspring Oil Liatris

Liatris
She/Her
Clutchbearing
Adult Length: 16.8’

On the smaller side of her caste, Liatris is a lean, shadowed figure. Her features are sharp and narrow, her build long and low-slung. She has little of the bulk expected of her kind, and even at her most sedate will remain slender and bony, but she’s wirily muscled all the same. The base colour of her hide is pitch black, but this can only be made out on the darkest patches of her wingsails, as all else shimmers with coils and waves of brilliant purple and green. Her iridescent markings are brightest at her extremities, cascading down her neck and spine, reaching up from her legs. Upon fading, they spread out in hazy nebulas of subtler colour, lit by starry pinpricks.

Liatris is fast. In a dead sprint, she can easily keep pace with speedy smaller castes, and her greater size and length grant her more staying power than many of them. She’s particularly excellent at sudden bursts of speed, but also has a ground-eating gait that allows her to run for hours. Unlike her smaller kindred, she will have more trouble with tight turns and sudden maneuvers, though, and she must slow down from her top speed to perform them. She is also impressively precise in her movements - her awareness of the physical space around her and how she occupies it is highly developed, and after the clumsy moments of hatching, she will always move with great care.If she builds up momentum, she will find it easy enough to leap and glide, and if done at a sufficient height, can even fly for a minute or two. However, this taxes her enough to make it a rare effort.Due to her build, Liatris will seem notably thin and bony during her growth spurts, but never to the point where it impacts her health.

Memory’s Imprint

Liatris’ voice is an unfathomably clear thing. It is cold, though not unpleasantly so, more a refreshing sensation of cold air on sun-warmed hide or skin. For brief conversations, this is often the only sense one will get of her. Longer or more emotional encounters will plunge into a much more complete landscape, one etched with countless tiny details - the creak and groan of trees with bark stiffened by cold, the exact textured silence of a night dampened by thick snowfall or echoing with a clear sky.The skies are the strongest indicator of the current of her thoughts, quiet and contemplative with snow, or ablaze with the auroras that mark her hide when she’s happy. When her rare temper is roused, the wind chases roiling clouds across, or sets loose great snow squalls.Her mindscape is imposing, but its awe is a slow, gentle thing. It encourages patience, to sit and listen and feel, to hear distant cries of larger and smaller creatures, to observe the slow wheel of stars and how the wind blows over snow drifts.

Patient, kind, and steady, Liatris is an anchoring presence - not a ship’s anchor, but the anchor of roots in soil and stone, of gravity, the sustaining bond between a star and the solar wind reaching all in its orbit. She cares about others quickly, easily, but does not rush to help nor push that kindness on others. The experiences she had in the egg remain strongly with her, and so she tempers her compassion with thorough observation and study, as well as learned pragmatism. Sometimes distress is temporary, and sometimes there is nothing that can be done, or trying to act would be worse than not helping at all. Not every kind intention will lead to a good outcome. But if something must be done, make no mistake - she will be the one to do it.While she comes across as calm and mild-mannered most of the time, this obscures how deep her thoughts run, and her goal of clarity of action. If pushed or dismissed, Liatris becomes unyielding and immovable. If pressed further, she will push back with exacting precision, with as much force as is required to end things and let her continue on her way. When she does act, Liatris is decisive, efficient, and utterly certain of her choices. Later she will dwell on them and recalibrate if need be, but she’s almost always working off of all the information she could hope to have. She will still make mistakes, but each is reflected on seriously.She is a good read of people both wher and human, and loves to hear about the experiences and memories of others, drawing on this accumulated knowledge to further refine her understanding of the world, the societies she navigates, and the people she deals with.Jasz himself is someone she trusts, admires, and loves deeply. Liatris thinks of him not as an other half but someone who complements her, and who she wants to walk beside. She will always be glad to hear about or help with his work, and likely his time with the Healercraft will spark her own explorations of healing and medicine. Their bond does make her quicker to intervene when she thinks Jasz needs help - to keep his long nights in check, remind him to slow down and wait, or give him an alternate viewpoint. As they’ve both chosen this, she expects the same occasional well-meaning meddling in turn, as he might push her to be more open or proactive, to act on impulse once in a while.

Hatchling template by Taima
Egg Template by Min/SkomorokhFossa
Egg written by Storm
Wherlet written by Storm
Hatchling color by Alice
Egg Color by Riyel

All inspiration images were found online and credit belongs to the original artist and photographer. We are not using these images as our own, but as tools to convey thematic concepts for the wherlets.

Themes: goethite, memory, what came before, what lies ahead. aurora borealis, the solar wind, gravity, inexorable flow of time, a clear night in which to feel small but also connectedThe playlist combines more vulnerable-feeling songs about the ideas I’ve had for Liatris’ and Jasz’s bond and their dynamic, and songs that reflect Liatris’ mindset and viewpointA wellspring is a source, an origin point, which I could match to stars and the solar wind that causes auroras to occur in the atmosphere. The aurora also appears to flow across the sky - but a flow from a wellspring also brings to mind clean water, something life-giving and important… and that meshes well with Liatris being so suited for caring for others.

The Hatch

As Rare As Dirt Egg is well settled in its hollow of sand. Ever so often it twitches, the leathery shell rippling from the motions of the wherlet within.

Slowly, methodically, the As Rare As Dirt Egg’s efforts intensify, one side of the egg shuddering and bulging out, and then another. Eventually one area proves weakest and begins to fracture and split, showing something damply dark within.

The As Rare As Dirt Egg seems to have reached its breaking point, the wher inside clawing with renewed energy until she can get her head through into open air, revealing black hide marked with a brilliant shimmer of green and purple. The shell crumples entirely as, with some fervent wiggling, the Flow From The Luminous Wellspring Oil slides all the way out onto the sand.

The world outside is so noisy, isn’t it? The Flow From The Luminous Wellspring Oil wants to get her bearings before she goes anywhere, and so she sits back, taking stock of every limb, even stretching out her wings. There is no rush, after all. She already knows what will happen - she will get to it in her own time.Waiting won’t save the Flow From The Luminous Wellspring Oil from the chaos and fumbling of the other hatchlings. The Cadence of a Berceuse Melody White trips right into her, knocking her off her feet and onto her side. It wasn’t a hard impact, and the Flow From The Luminous Wellspring Oil climbs back to her feet a moment later, glittering hide now tacky with sand.The Flow From The Luminous Wellspring Oil shakes herself and cranes her neck over at her smaller sibling, eyes whirling until it becomes clear the white is also fine. <Take care,> she advises, voice carrying a chill entirely unrelated to mood and tone. <Move slowly so you do not fall again.> This advice given, she begins to take a few steps herself.

Certainty pulls Flow From The Luminous Wellspring Oil forward - the certainty of a choice already made, a choice she will reaffirm now. She strides towards the glass of the viewing window, those first unsteady steps quickly becoming more sure-footed. The sand is not so tricky, once she’s accustomed to how it acts, and her pace is smooth, unhurried but brooking no further distractions.Her mind stretches out before she reaches the window, a familiar-but-different weight settling against Jasz’s thoughts, the built up layers of snow and ice stretching on and on, polished to a sheen by the glint of moon and starlight and the ethereal glow of the aurora. Her voice is the lonely keen of the wind, the bellowing of elk, the brittle crack of ice underfoot - and slower, gentler, the silent drift of snowfall, the murmur of growing things slumbering within the earth. <I am Liatris,> she says, and then to him alone, <A road of two ways, two paths. Do you want to build it, so we may walk together?>It is important that it still be a question. They both must go into this wholeheartedly.

As Rare As Dirt

Set low in the sand, the As Rare as Dirt egg is a gnarled boulder of a thing, lumpy and bumpy and rough all over. The shell is sturdy and dull, mostly a matte black that appears faintly grainy, as if you could sift through specks of it by touch alone. The outermost edge of the shell shows uneven sprays and splotches of warm brown and brass on the bumpiest parts, polished by an unseen hand. With the right angle, these gleam with a fiery lustre.

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Guardian Spirit Blue Sypher

Sypher
She/Her
ClutchBearing
Adult Length: 12 ft

On a cool, dark night Sypher blends in - and is proud she can do so! She’s on the smaller side for a blue, with a sleek hide that borders on black. Metallic gray patches run along her spine and march up her legs and along her belly. On her head is a solid gray piece, akin to a knight’s helmet. Her wings, when extended, are primarily deep blue with touches of black and gray. As she develops, she’ll have stronger wings than most whers - but only if she exercises them enough!

Sypher eventually will be able to fly in a very short burst with tons of effort, but she prefers to glide when there’s a strong wind about. While she’s strong and healthy, she’ll still require a lot of rest and recovery when attempting flight.

The Great Puzzle

Much like her outside, Sypher’s mind is cool and collected. Her mind is an ancient castle, strongly fortified and reminiscent of a haunted house, awash with torchlight but with plenty of dark corners to hide in. Her voice calls to mind organ music - dramatic chords when she’s angry, but even lighter music when she’s happy carries an ominous tone. When she’s had enough, there’s silence save for a cold, whispering wind - hearing that means to back out now before things get messy.

At heart, Sypher is a protector - she sees herself as a hero of the innocent and defender of the weak (but of course, she decides what that means.) However, that’s not the image she always puts out to the world - she tends to be gruff and aloof, especially around anyone she doesn’t know well. She’s polite but cool most of the time - Sypher doesn’t want to intentionally aggravate anyone, but she also isn’t quite interested in being best friends, either.Once she’s decided that she likes someone, however, that’s that - they’re under her protection for life. She will literally walk through fire for them - even if she doesn’t always show it. She’s sneaky when she needs to be, especially when it comes to helping - someone short on money for food may find a basket packed to the brim at their door the next morning (it might not be exactly what they need, but she tries her best.) Sypher doesn’t like to accept thanks or acknowledgement - her kindness and generosity is a secret.She doesn’t want to admit it, but she does look for approval from others - despite her thick skin, Sypher can be quite sensitive, especially if she accidentally wrongs someone who she considers to be close. If she has to guard from a distance, she will - but even when upset, she protects.Eventually she may find someone to bond with, but it isn’t top of her list when it comes to things that she wants to do. She has a strong affinity towards animals and can often be found amid wherries or goats, taking a snooze. Sypher may have a chilly exterior, but she truly wants what’s best for everyone. She’s fearless and ready to show the world just what this wher’s got!

Hatchling template by Taima
Egg Template by Min/SkomorokhFossa
Egg written by Mari
Wherlet written by Mari
Hatchling color by Alice
Egg Color by Riyel

All inspiration images were found online and credit belongs to the original artist and photographer. We are not using these images as our own, but as tools to convey thematic concepts for the wherlets.

Name: Kya provided me with TONS of Castlevania vibes, so I decided to go oldschool - Sypher is a combination of Sypha (Castlevania III) and Christopher Belmont (Castlevania II) - and since she’s an enigma, Sypher hit it on the head for me!
Theme: Vampires, the hunt, being solitary

The Hatch

Is it…is it truly time? The Glass Cistern seems to think so! The crystalline egg gives a few tentative rocks back and forth, as if testing the strength of its shell. After a few lurches, it goes still - hmm. Perhaps it just needs to try again later?

After a long pause, The Glass Cistern starts its test rocks again. It’s a bit easier now, they have more strength - but the shell is thick! Small pieces begin to flake off and fine cracks appear on the egg’s delicate-appearing surface, but there’s still no hint to the wher inside. It stops again and rests. None of the parents said anything about how much work hatching is!

No, no - this is right. This isn’t time to stay inside of the nice, warm shell - how will life be if it stays inside? There’s too much to do! So many different creatures to meet and learn about! With one more mighty shudder, a crack splits the air, and *The Glass Cistern is shattered on the sands - and in its place, Guardian Spirit Blue stands, tall and proud. Now, her adventure begins.

The Guardian Spirit Blue looks back at the remnants of her shell and her lips curls in mild distaste. She had no use for that anymore. Noise stole her attention away and whirling eyes considered the crowd at the viewing window. A soft tinge of pink entered her otherwise red gaze and she stepped forward to greet them.

There are people out there, and Guardian Spirit Blue decides that they all seem friendly - they would make whers happy. She can imagine the amazing adventures that they will have together - but no, none of them seem quite right for her.Friends don’t always have to be together, she recalls hearing. Friends are just...friends. Strong bonds, useful - but not having to be forever together.Maybe, she decides, maybe that’s what she will do. She slowly makes another turn around the hatching area, staring at the glass through the humans watching. She sniffs and flutters her tiny wings as she stares, trying to see if she was making a mistake. Perhaps later, she will bond - when she’s grown and knows who she is. For now, she doesn’t want her personality to mold to someone else, she wants to know who she is - the protector, the avenger, the puzzle.Her mindscape’s organ crashes in delight as she makes her decision to all present. <I am Sypher!>

The Glass Cistern

This egg stands out not for its size, but for its incredible coloring. The shell is a myriad of iridescent blues, ranging from midnight blue to nearly white and transparent. At first glance it resembles the depths of the ocean, with thin gold and white threads vague representations of seaweed or corals. On a closer look, the shell is the endless deep - the blues swirl and merge together, creating a chaotic whirlpool of distinctive beauty, inviting you to peer into its depths and see if there is really a bottom.

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When a Diamond Shines, It's Called Fire Purple Sifarisk

Sifarisk (Fari)
She/Her
Clutchbearing
Adult Length: 11'5"

Sifarisk is a purple wher, definitely, with a diaphanous quality to her coloration that isn't seen in pinks and blues (which she could resemble in certain lights). Ironically, she isn't really beryl colored – not heliodor or emerald or morganite, and with only a little bit of aquamarine over her shoulders. She is most like those very rare kornerupine gems with blue-pink pleichroism – blue on her shoulders, then a charoite blue-purple on her body, fading through rich amethyst to a clear, subtle purple-pink topaz shade at her ends. Sifarisk's other brilliant characteristic is near-white edging on her wings, face, feet, and tail – very like the edging on the "blooms" of a selenite desert rose.Leggy and rather elegant ("for a wher" might be a common addition to this phrase, Sifarisk doesn't usually mind though) in shape and proportion, Sifarisk stands taller than her length would suggest. She has a long tail and a long neck, with strong but fine features more 'severe' than 'cute'. She may grow into them, fill out a bit, or she may end up a bit beaky-looking.

Sifarisk has a really spunky, "I know what I'm about" type gait – all swish in the tail and bob in the wings. She's unapologetic about her edges, cuddling up to someone easily, but just as easily bumping or pushing them around. Although her lanky body means she's light for her length, her narrow, pointed wings don't offer much support and she isn't a flier.Unfortunately, Sifarisk has a small mutation in her collagen production genes. It gives her a tendency to form hyper-keloid, raised white scars whenever she has a skin-breaking injury. If she goes into an active (very active, such as Mirzra's) field of work, she may develop early arthritis in shock-absorbing joints if she isn't vigilant about her vitamins and supplements.

A fogged forest bare of undergrowth. Twilight. Or the blue time before dawning? The emerald green leaves shiver without a breeze. Or… are they autumn-gold, a second summer of heliodor color? The white bark of all the arching birch trees turns black at their feet and the branch-scars form thousands of eyes to see you. They're watching…That is Sifarisk to a stranger. As bubbly as she is on the outside, Sifarisk has layers, so to outside observers she is only this strange, stark place that seems so uniform and watchful: a birch forest with trees stretching as far as the eye can see, no wind, no birdsong, just treetrunks and leaf litter, white and black and perhaps green or gold.But as you step through the forest, things appear out of the corner of your eye – the space between two trunks briefly reveals a more vivid scene, a bacchanal, a chase, and then is gone. You find a fallen tree and see that all its eyes have closed. You look into the hollow of a burl in the trunk and see another world…Sifarisk's internal worlds are as varied as her interests and often reflect aesthetics she has encountered recently or finds interesting. Sea salt and blinding white sand and gullcries and splashing – clinking glasses and shifting skirts and masquerade masks and clinging perfume – dank alley ways and hot rain and the growls of beasts – in all of them she is with her most loved ones, dancing, playing, hunting, in a thousand forms and ways.

The first impression most people have of Sifarisk is how cheerful she is. Sifarisk is friendly, always smiling, and wants to be helpful and a bright presence. This is immediately contrasted with how brisk she is. Fari has a lot of momentum and things to do and you're just one little part of her day so if you'd just touch that up and do that and move here thankyouverymuchbye!! This is of course not how Mirzra and Zirse and her close friends are treated, they get much more attention and care and a double dose of smiles.Sifarisk is remarkably private for how much she loves to share her day with her loved ones, keeping the big stuff close to the chest where she can dwell on it. With practice, Sifarisk might gain a talent for talking a mile a minute and managing to say nothing – but it's just as likely that she might learn how to express herself more truly in short, powerful bursts, perhaps through art or poetry. Sifarisk struggles the most when life forces her to slow down; an injury or a sudden bit of bad news that stops everything can lead to snappishness, criticism, or general frustration that would never be expressed otherwise.Her title, "When a Diamond Shines, It's Called Fire," references her loyalty and dynamism. Fari always knew, in a way, that it was going to be Mirzra. Whether it was fate or luck that led the fuzzy-brained young wherlet in the egg to contact Mirzra, from that point it was him – and despite it all, Sifarisk wanted to shine enough for the both of them. Fari is fantastically loyal and brilliant as she does it, loving the people she cares about with an intensity that blinds. Sifarisk's cheerfulness is not just a surface trait but also a reflection of a deep fire that also comes through in her tenacity and willingness to tread dark paths in search of the things she needs.An outside observer might think themselves very astute if they said Mirzra and Fari were very similar and well-matched people. They look it, definitely: they're both friendly and generous, responsible people who push through the struggle. Sifarisk is Mirzra's perfect partner, right? …But in truth, they don't have perfection. Sifarisk isn't Mirzra's better half or his balancing force. She will try to protect him as he protects others, but there are times when she will fail. She will try to champion their family, but she isn't as selfless as Mirzra. She will try to be as strong as him, but she just isn't as well-tempered.But maybe… she doesn't need to be his equal in everything to help him.

Hatchling template by Taima
Egg Template by Min/SkomorokhFossa
Egg written by Shipfish
Wherlet written by Shipfish
Hatchling color by Shipfish
Egg Color by Shipfish

All inspiration images were found online and credit belongs to the original artist and photographer. We are not using these images as our own, but as tools to convey thematic concepts for the wherlets.

The egg inspiration was the mineral beryl. Emerald might be the best-known beryl, but aquamarine is also beryl, as is heliodor (yellow-gold), bixbite / red beryl, morganite (pink), goshenite (clear) and maxixe (dark blue). Beryl is a very tough mineral but some of its varieties are not used very often anymore in favor of topaz, spinel, etc.The original plan was to theme each prompt response after a particular color of beryl, but I quickly started having too much fun going back and forth with Riyel to have a really coherent theme.Sifarisk comes from Multifarious but in character it comes from the conversation Fari and Mirzra had about the meaning of names: she wanted her name to sound like Mirzra's and Zirse's (hence the si- and the -ari) but not exactly."When a Diamond Shines, It's Called Fire" – Typically when I write a baby, the title comes along at just the right time to cinch the themes and provide me that last burst of inspiration before I put pen to paper. However, Fari's title came to me very late. I was working with colors mostly – an earlier draft was "The Color of Home." But very unexpectedly I found myself more drawn to the ideas of brilliance, devotion, and strength – which I knew were part of Sifarisk but were not coming to the front. What is more tough, more timeless, than a diamond? For good or for ill, they symbolize loyalty and family to us. But diamonds can also be cold. Sifarisk isn't cold, she's full of fire. Thus, the diamond's fire. Also, flames/warmth turned out to be an unexpected through-line in Sifarisk's playlist!Sifarisk's mindvoice is one of her more enigmatic qualities. She seems so cheerful and bright!... except her mindscape is a little creepy if you stay in there too long. It was inspired by Celtic stories of finding a passage to Faerie in strange natural places, such as sacred groves, clefts in trees, curled branches, and so on. The landscapes in P!NK's All I Know So Far are an excellent guide to the kinds of scenes you might glimpse inside her deeper mind.Hugest, biggest, most thankful shout out to Jo. They really came through for me when I needed help making Sifarisk's playlist. Aside from the warmth and All I Know So Far (seed tracks provided by Riyel) and Fear a' Bhàta (me!) Jo suggested all those songsDirona albolineata specifically. Shout out to a pastel queen.

The Hatch

One teeny wiggle turns into another, then a beat of rest, then another stronger one. The Multifarious Facets Egg is concentrating fiercely, wrenching themself against the shell of their egg every time they work up the energy to do so. One… more! The multi-colored egg shifts on the sand, rolling deeper into it.

After a great deal more rhythmic shudders, the actual crack of the Multifarious Facets Egg is sudden and slightly muffled. The sand shifts around the egg again, the reddish grains finally giving the shell more helpful support as the wherlet within begins to shove both halves of the shell apart.

Too busy working to say anything or reach out to any other minds, the wherlet within the Multifarious Facets Egg is nearly there… nearly… the muted rainbow of the eggshell splits unevenly down the long axis, flakes of egg refusing to give way. Eventually the wherlet begins tearing at the shell with their claws, breaking through it and almost in the same motion digging and clambering through the bright red sand.Long legs raise a well-formed neck and head for the first time, the wherlet steadying herself with a wide, coltish stance. The When a Diamond Shines, It's Called Fire Purple has eyes only for her surroundings, not herself – a diaphanous kornerupine pleichroic purple with white edging. The When a Diamond Shines, It's Called Fire Purple says tentatively, < Hello? Where – oh, the window! >

Pushing out her legs, her knees wobbling like jelly, the When a Diamond Shines, It's Called Fire Purple slides down the mound of sand on which her egg was settled. Everything around her was dim and comfortable and nearby one of her parents rumbles encouragingly; despite that, and glancing at other action on the sands, the wherlet pauses.Where she wanted to go was brilliant. Blinding, even. She was a bit scared, even knowing that she was wanted and loved already, taking those steps out of her old comfortable home was scary.But she needed to go. She was ready.< Mirzra? Where are you? > the When a Diamond Shines, It's Called Fire Purple says. She hesitates one more time, fluttering her wings, then holds her head high despite the squinting and approaches the window to the outside.

As she approaches the window, looking outside does not get easier. It's only when she's right up to the heavy glass that she's able to see more than shadows on the outside. The When a Diamond Shines, It's Called Fire Purple steps up to the glass and presses her nose to it gently. She's so light, littler than her egg might have suggested.On the other side… it's Mirzra. The When a Diamond Shines, It's Called Fire Purple's gaze lifts to meet his and in a split second she is sighing and giggling. It echoes through a space suddenly a thousand times bigger, a whole forest spreading out around them in fantastically vivid color. The leaves rustle and make those sounds and between the stark white-and-black tree trunks spring a million visions of everything they could do together – fantastical, real, loving, strzining, escaping, adoring – all mixed together and overwhelming.In every one, Mirzra has company. He has Zirse. He has Sifarisk. < I thought of a name the other day… Sifarisk. I hope you like it, Mirzra. > Her rainbow eyes squint closed again and the wherlet leans against the window.

Multifarious Facets Egg

Like a young peacock's first display, this egg is bright and colorful but -- it reclines gently in the sand, a little shy. The Multifarious Facets Egg seems to have a half-dozen colors on it, a slightly muted arrangement of magenta, pink, green, and dark blue, with some hints of yellow and cyan and a clear glossy smokey quartz shade, all brushed onto the shell in soft organic shapes. When the egg is turned one way, more of the rare, fiery red-magenta shows, when it's turned the other it seems more like restful, temperate emerald and heliodor shades... or sometimes even gorgeous, inquisitive aquamarine. While there's nothing particularly special about its shape or size of the egg, the Multifarious Facets Egg is nonetheless memorable for its impressive flexibility... though perhaps some would say malleability.

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Cadence of a Berceuse Melody White Hyacinth

Hyacinth
She/Her
Clutchbearing
Adult Length: 6.5ft

Delicate features decorate this wher, with a long body and tail, proportionate legs and dainty wings. Built lean, Hyacinth will have no trouble reaching top speed on the ground. Her wings are graciously adorned with a light, icy blue that petals out greatly from the wing sails. Her feet are adorned with the same icy blue stretching slightly towards the upper part of her legs. Her belly has the most concentrated portion of blue, while her neck, back and tail ridges have the lightest casts of blue on her body. Her head also has a mark between her eyes and forehead.

As an adult, Hyacinth will reach a length of 6 and a half feet, near the smaller end of most white whers. Small and nimble, Hyacinth will excel in running, being swift and sure of foot. She is a rather healthy wher, and the only difficulty she will encounter in her day to day life is mild asthma, easily remedied by medication. Although she will need to take care with intense activity, she will be very hard to catch when she runs! As for the rare ability of flight in whers, Hyacinth is capable of gliding for long distances, especially if conditions are favorable.In addition, Hyacinth has the ability to hyperfocus. She can put in a great deal of dedication to her chosen craft. It will be hard indeed to derail her from her work!

Joyous Virtuoso

This wher’s mindscape was heavily influenced by Setsuko’s own guitar playing while in the shell. Hearing his expert Masterharper’s skills on the instrument, what started out as simple major and minor chord pluckings is transformed into elaborate melodies and songs, varying greatly on her mood. From jubilant folk to melancholic blues, Hyacinth will express herself with a variety of genres. She loves music as Setsuko does, and it is echoed so in her unique mindscape. Her songs and melodies will only improve with time, and those who hear it will be graced with the power and beauty of music.For a wher she is quite talkative! She will delight in communicating with all kinds of dragonkin as well as humans. Thoughtspeech is her preferred way to speak, though she may also rely on shown images, sounds, and other senses as well.

Happy and jovial by nature, Hyacinth is a positive force of nature. She delights in all of life’s experiences and is excited to share that love and enthusiasm with others. She is sociable and talkative, chatting up all sorts of people and dragonkin. She'll be the first one at your doorstep for a party, ever-cleverly thinking of gifts and foodstuffs for the occasion. She'll often be the center of attention, naturally excelling in manners of communication and relationships. As a friend, she is true, honest, and loyal - a confidant and someone you would want to have by your side.Music is of extreme importance to Hyacinth, Setsuko having a prime influence on this interest while she was still in the shell. Together, they will create truly magnificent works for all of Pern to listen to and discover. She easily understands musical knowledge, both playing and composing works effortlessly. She's a prodigal wher to say the least!Despite all this, Hyacinth is prone to fits of boredom. It will take some doubling down to get herself motivated again, be that a new project or interest that has caught her eye.Although rare, Hyacinth does occasionally get angry. For her, when individuals make promises, they should keep them. Having follow-through is important to her, and the people and dragonkin that tend to be flaky and unreliable irritate her to no end. If you're one of those kinds of folks, Hyacinth will distance herself, undoubtedly.

Hatchling template by Taima
Egg Template by Min/SkomorokhFossa
Egg written by Helanova
Wherlet written by Helanova
Hatchling color by Lycanthroprince
Egg Color by Riyel

All inspiration images were found online and credit belongs to the original artist and photographer. We are not using these images as our own, but as tools to convey thematic concepts for the wherlets.

Because Hyacinth is very musically-inspired, I was drawn back to my roots in my musical years, using musical terms for her nomenclature. ‘Cadence’ is the rhythm of something, and ‘berceuse’ is the Italian name for “lullaby”, something Setsuko has sung and played for Hyacinth while she was still in the shell. I personally really vibed with “Two Great Tastes that Taste Great Together” from the initial form sent through. I feel that Setsuko (if the two decide to form a bond) will have a great partner with whom he can always trust is up for a duet with.

The Hatch

An impossibly small shudder runs through the egg, shifting grains of sand to tumble down around the slope Igneous Originations is nestled in. The shaking stops just as suddenly, the egg seemingly resting after its brief effort.

After its brief respite, the shudders resume more intensely, rocking the Igenous Originations back and forth a few times, before a singular crack appears in the egg. The shudders continue, uncovering more of the obsidian-colored egg as it continues to shift out of its sandy ring of containment.

With a rumble and a shove from inside the shell, Igneous Originations bursts through head first, flicking shell fragments out of its way. Feeling exhausted after its violent movements, Cadence of a Berceuse Melody White Wherlet flops unceremoniously onto the sands.

Picking herself up, Cadence of a Berceuse Melody White Wherlet lifts up one foot at a time, ready to walk. That is, until she takes her first steps, paw-pads onto sand, and promptly tilts sharply to her left, losing her balance. Like cascading tiles of dominos, she tumbles, running into another occupant on the sands. An audible squeak comes out of her mouth as she experiences the pain and sensations of accidentally striking another with her uncoordinated limbs.

Shaking herself off after her collision, Cadence of a Berceuse Melody White Wherlet apologizes to the wherlet, <Oh, I'm so sorry!> as well as the image and impression of a hug. She stops to look left and right, determining her path to the viewing glass to be clear. She steps off, albeit wobbly but determined to reach her destination. The sands shift unpredictably under her feet, almost tripping her up again, but she rallies, steadying her gait as she traverses the path with grit.

She has a specific person in mind - thrown back to times still in the egg - of sweet song and instrumentals, of vulnerability and strength - Setsuko is on her mind as she finally reaches the glass. Will he respond in turn?<Hello again, my friend, dear heart, as you addressed me. Will you rise up once again, to meet with my mind as before?> Cadence of a Berceuse Melody White Wherlet looks at him through the glass, trying to focus despite undeveloped eyes. <I am…Hyacinth.> She pauses, gathering her thoughts. <You spoke before of bonds. I think we could create something truly wonderful together, you and I. What say you, Setsuko?>

Igneous Originations

Nestled snugly in a small ring of sand, the Igneous Originations egg is almost pitch black, with an oddly reflective and almost glass-like surface. Swoops and swirls of black and grey flow easily into each curve and wrinkle. The presence of this egg is strongly protective - negative energies seem to be reflected and filtered through when you're around it.

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Radically Radioactive Oil Fermiath

Fermiath
Ke/Ker
Clutchbearing
Adult Length: 13 feet

Overtones of phosphorescent green create an iridescent sheen over the oil’s rich, deep green-black undertones. Arcs of bright green trace striking patterns over ker nose, stuttering over the back of ker neck, around ker shoulders and spreading like tendrils of radioactive waste into the fuzzy blackness of ker wingsails, feet and tail. Here and there, blood red patterns march a random pattern across ker shoulder, tail or feet. Almost in punctuation, each claw seems to glow a phosphorescent green, bright even in low lighting. Bright green even shines from the inside of ker mouth, creating an unsettling effect whenever one catches a glimpse.

From the moment Fermiath hatches, it’s clear that something has gone wrong. Although perfectly healthy whers can be odd colors, the most telling clue is ker strange gait as ke gambols around the sands, as though every joint is full of glass.At first, it will be attributed to the stress of the sands, but the healers soon deliver the unwelcome news. Ke suffers from a type of arthritis that will create periods of inflammation and pain in the large joints, including the spine, shoulders, and hips. Treatment will help suppress flare-ups and allow ker to live a relatively normal life, but there is no cure.Fermiath will struggle with conflicting desires: Ker instinct is to push back against limitations, but ke inhabits a body that punishes ker for that very behavior. Ke will have to learn to listen to the pain, and come to terms with the idea that there are ways to be strong other than pushing oneself to the point of injury.It remains to be seen if there are any deeper implications that ke will need to worry about as ke ages. Since treatment involves suppression of the immune system, the side effects of treatment may lead to other health problems and potentially a shorter lifespan.

Fibrous Mutagen

Even for other whers, Fermiath’s mindscape takes some getting used to... For humans it’s downright off-putting. The most cursory brush with ker mind leaves behind a crawling itch that gets underneath the skin, accompanied by the smell of ozone that can sometimes linger for days afterwards. Images tend toward fluorescent greens, with shapes that warp reality into eye-watering impossible shapes.In ker best moods, ke radiates an energy that sucks others into ker orbit, demanding their attention (whether they like it or not). When ke is in a more negative frame of mind, it’s best to steer clear. The unlucky soul who ends up on ker bad side may come away feeling like they have developed a rash on their very soul.That’s not to say that ker mind is always an unpleasant place to be. For those rare few individuals that ke welcomes into the inner sanctum, ker mind is full of wondrous, psychedelic imagery that can inspire awe, relaxation, or humor, depending on ker mood.

Fermiath may be physically compromised, but if anything, it only makes ker more of a force to be reckoned with. Ke doesn’t just break down barriers. Ke disintegrates them at the atomic level.From the moment the shell cracked, Fermiath knew exactly who ke was, and has very little patience for coddling or condescension. Ke has even less patience for human bullshit, but will prove to be a staunch ally to anyone (human or dragonkin) who manages to get close to ker.There’s a deep conflict within ker, yearning for connection but fearing the boxes that others’ opinions might place ker in. As a result, ke tends to push back against any suggestion that anyone truly understands ker, even while acting out for attention.When it comes to names, Fermiath sees them as an opportunity to communicate a message. It’s no accident that ke chose a traditionally draconic suffix, but that doesn’t mean the name will follow ker for the rest of ker life. Names will be chosen and shed whenever ke feels its appropriate to communicate important life events or that some important internal transition has happened.Although ker early days will consist of much time spent sequestered with healers, ke will chafe at their attentions. Ke won’t have much patience for the restrictions of Qisksk Pass, in general. Will ke launch a campaign to drag the hidebound elders into the future, or will ke abandon the Pass for more exciting pastures? That remains to be seen, but one thing is for sure: Ke will never be content with a safe, ordinary life. Safety was never meant for ker.

Hatchling template by Taima
Egg Template by Min/SkomorokhFossa
Egg written by Jo
Wherlet written by Jo
Hatchling color by Jo
Egg Color by Jo

All inspiration images were found online and credit belongs to the original artist and photographer. We are not using these images as our own, but as tools to convey thematic concepts for the wherlets.

This is actually my very first dragonkin that I have ever written for another person, so I hope you have as much fun playing ker as I had writing!Given the clutch theme, and the fact that I needed to create an egg before I knew most of your preferences, I started with a choice of mineral. I felt that you would appreciate something truly unique, so I looked for something outside the box of what people would generally classify as a “rock,” and which had a unique aesthetic to play with. When I stumbled on asbestos, I saw an opportunity to quite literally color outside the lines, so I went with it.When it came time to start writing the wherlet, I started where I often do with characters: a Pinterest mood board. Although I retained the original ‘asbestos’ inspiration in ker mindscape and the pricklier parts of ker personality, I eventually settled on keywords related to radioactive minerals. Not only is it a kickass aesthetic, but I felt there are some really great thematic opportunities, uniquely suited to whers’ current and historical role in Pernese society.Radiation warps life and triggers change. Radioactive substances can be beautiful, alluring, and deadly. X-rays and radiation therapy are powerful tools for healing the sick. And yet, its force on the world has a passive quality that lacks explicit violence or moral weight. A hurricane might drop a house on you, a bear might eat you, a maniac might chop you into pieces, but radiation will literally unmake you simply by existing. You either get out of its way, or you suffer the consequences.As usual for me, the name came last. Names have such power that I wanted it to be special, but in the end, I realized that a character like Fermiath could never be summed up by just one name. For this reason, I wrote a tendency toward name changes into ker personality. I hope you’ll feel free to make this as big or small a part of ker character as you wish. Since whers can potentially live for centuries, it’s totally up to you whether ker name changes on a whim, every other week, or whether the name change remains a theoretical future possibility, happening only after our story ends.Fermiath’s “starting” name is a spin on the radioactive element, Fermium, with the traditional dragon suffix attached to make a statement.My hope is that this concept will be inspiring enough to be exciting to play, while being flexible enough to give you the creative freedom to go wherever you’d like!

The Hatch

The strangely flaking gray-white egg doesn’t so much wobble as it seems to vibrate. Anyone watching it might mistake the momentary wiggle for a moment of eye strain. At least one or two onlookers are inspired to rub at their eyes or try to blink away the fuzziness. But no... It’s only the Fibrous Mutagen Egg, slowly waking up.After a moment or two, it gives a more solid shake, jittering so violently that a few bits of greenish-white flake off the shell to mix with the sand. No matter. It won’t need this shell for much longer.

The Fibrous Mutagen Egg vibrates again, sending tiny rivulets of sand splashing away from it. The tension seems to build, the rigid shell almost pulsating. Surely that must be an optical illusion. But before the eye can resolve what it must be seeing, the pressure abruptly becomes too much. Splits and cracks form in the brittle shell, revealing underneath an unbroken vitelline membrane in a shocking fluorescent green that almost seems to glow in the low lighting of the sands. Through the transluscent green membrane, a hint of something dark and shadowed can be seen moving sluggishly, shifting to a more comfortable position before it stops to rest.

The fluorescent green cracks seem to have expanded while no one was looking. The flaky gray of the shell no longer seems the oddest thing about the Fibrous Mutagen Egg. Something is visible through the cracks, impatient yet struggling to escape the confines of the shell.Until it remembers that it has claws. Slowly, meticulously, a bright green claw pierces the restricting membrane, then slices down along the line of the shell’s break. Suddenly, the force of the unbroken membrane is no longer strong enough to restrain its contents, and the shell falls away into three neat pieces, unceremoniously tumbling the Radically Radioactive Oil onto the sand in an awkward splay of iridescent green-black limbs.

Radically Radioactive Oil slow gathers ker limbs underneath kerself. Blinking myopically, ke peers slowly around at ker siblings on the sands... And then eventually toward the glass window and the gawping faces beyond. Ker lip curls, showing teeth and startling green gums as ke hisses.Slowly, still stiff from the egg, ke spreads dark wings. A greenish-yellow sheen catches what little light there is, glinting across veins of bright green as ke flaps once... twice. Yes, this will do very nicely.With a slow, stiff elegance, ke pushes up to all fours and shuffles ponderously toward the window glass. As the oil approaches, ker wordless broadcast reaches out for the human minds beyond the glass, transmitting a deep discomfort that goes beyond the mere physical. Itchy hide, stiff joints, a deep and profound hunger, all wrapped together in a physical discomfort that deepens into psychic shards, invading the minds of anyone open enough to receive it. Embedding there into a brain itch that can’t be scratched.

No. No. No. None of these will do. This one is too weak. That one too easily satisfied. And as for that one... You have to be joking. No, none of these will do.Radically Radioactive Oil hisses at the glass, and scratches a claw across the surface, creating a noise almost as off-putting as ker mental presence. Ke hurts. Ke is hungry. And with every wave of staticky, itchy emotion broadcast at the ‘audience’, it’s made clear that ke doesn’t appreciate what ke perceives as a freakshow vibe.Isn’t it enough to tumble head-over-claws into a big world of mingled relief and discomfort, without having to do so in front of an audience?The oil snorts at the glass a final time, but finally, blessedly, an attendant manages to catch ker attention with a whiff of meat. Food and the promise of a full belly lure her away, flippantly turning tail on the onlookers.Ke pauses only a moment to glance back over ker shoulder, eyes glimmering with streaks of yellow and red. < I am Fermiath. And don’t forget it. >

Fibrous Mutagen Egg

Something is deeply wrong with this egg. While all wher eggs have a particularly uneven appearance, this one takes it to extremes. It almost seems as though once the shell started to dry, it just continued to dehydrate until the sickly green surface buckled and fragmented, shedding bits of unpleasant white dust onto its neighbors. At each lumpy corner, fibrous strands threaten to splinter off into milky shards, while other areas remain a dull, rough greenish-gray. And yet, in spite of these imperfections, the egg seems solid at its core. There’s definitely life here, but one can only imagine what sort of life may eventually emerge.

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