S'lay of Green Erenauth

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Name: S'lay (Salanalay)

Rank: Greenrider
Dragon: Erenauth
Fire-lizards: Brown Vyedeuhr; Erenauth has one too! Green Cousin.
Pets: N/a

Description:
S'lay is a tall beast. At eighteen turns of age, he's not quite finished growing. Over the turns he's grown to an astounding height of 6'6". Slightly disturbing, if anything. He has lost his youthful 'prettiness,' his brow growing heavier and his hair lighter. His nose has been broken in the last few years, and now hooks slightly as a result. His hair is short, the traditional dragonrider's crop. In short, S'lay's becoming quite the man.

His skin is a deep tan, a few freckles notable if you can see up by that skybroom people call a 'person.' His hair has lightened from riding without a helmet in the sun, now red instead of auburn. He has to shave often, every single day, lest he begins to grow an auburn beard.

Most notable of all the things that have changed are his eyes. His eyes which had been like a baby's, unsettled. Somewhere between blue and green and brown and hazel. Now they're a pleasant brown, flecked with amber, and they have been this way for well over a turn.

While his eyes are more notable to those who had known him well, what may surprise others is the collection of thread scoring that he has gained over his three turns as a full dragonrider, and even those first falls as a Weyrling. He has yet to be caught in a particularly bad clump, but he has been caught by one that was too close to a death-wound for comfort. It caught him at the base of his skull, and had seared partially in his shoulder, just a turn before, giving him an angry looking rope-like scar. His helmet had caught the worst of it, and when he landed at the Weyr, with numerous other smaller scores, they pulled it off of him, and it literally fell apart. The Thread had eaten the helmet almost completely before it had slipped down to his neck.

He has some smaller, also angry looking scores along his back and shoulders, as well as some choicy 'scratches' on his right thigh. The scores on his back, at least... take attention away from stretch marks on his back that had come from growing far too quickly.

In Short:
Height: 6'6
Weight: 210lbs (Mostly muscle, thereof)
Hair: Red
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Tan

Personality:
In five words/phrases: Shy, observant, soft-spoken, gentle-giant, changed.

S'lay has gone through much in his life, but has come out of it all with flying colours. While still fairly shy, he's able to hold a conversation. However, he still found it relevant to move to CSW, where there were considerably less people.

He enjoys solitude, though Erenauth certainly does not. Thanks to Erenauth, he's a balanced person, if nothing else. Crashing Seas excited him more for the 'fix-it' stage it is in, as opposed to its general lack of residents.

History:

To Come

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*Dragon Name*

Age: 5 Turns
Dragon Description:
Erenauth is very large, comparable to the average blue. In the egg, she was thought to be a male dragon, due to the egg size. She's a deep forest green. Her wings, to compensate for her size, are larger than average as well, and are more sea-toned than anything else.

More to come

Dragon Personality:
Erenauth's personality is ALSO very large. She's likely to talk to most anyone if the fancy takes her. Which as she ages is growing to be less and less. She does like to talk to candidates a great deal. They amuse her.

More to come

Other Information::

She has a fire-lizard! The teeny tiny pale green fire-lizard with a kink in her tale that you often see floating about Eren's head? That's not S'lay's fire-lizard. That's Cousin. Erenauth's fire-lizard!

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Will be modified in accordance to 'time.' Certain ages will be changed due to Crystal Waters/GCW conflicting timelines. Assume most everything happened approximately three turns earlier, including his moving to Kajano. Also, a Gold dragonrider transferred to CWW (Thaira) when S'lay was four, but as most of this history was from before CWW/GCW/WSW became same-time-same-Pern Weyrs, it's not mentioned. - In any case, it wasn't important to S'lay.

Full History: (Posted here because it's uh... long)

To understand S'lay's childhood, one must understand his mother, Alana. Alana's mother had died in childbirth with her. Later, her milkmother had died giving birth to her second child, who also died.

Over the course of Alana's life, she saw many stillbirths, and many birthing-deaths. As far as Alana saw it, birth was an unnatural, unhappy affair. Even when Alana had taken up Healercraft at twelve, she could not understand why women came to her Master asking for help with fertility. Even when she walked the tables to become a Journeyman at the age of seventeen, did she understand. When she went to Crystal Waters Weyr for her first post, she could not understand why so many women let dragonmen into their bed. Didn't they know they could get pregnant and die?

It was also at seventeen that the Weyrwoman, Akayla, and her 'queen', green Reth, had successfully laid seven eggs. Seven eggs, and none had been shoved aside by the proud mother! They were large eggs too! G'sel's bronze Genesith had flown her afterall. And when a bronze flew the Weyrwoman's dragon, good things happened.

Reth begged Alana to stand. Alana could not understand why, but she stood, and of the eggs that hatched (six!), she had Impressed the largest green! If she proved her leadership worth, Alana might be Weyrwoman one day! Of course, Alana had to put aside her Healing to care for Avenuth, but she was happy with that. She never dreamed in all her life that she, just a Healer from Tillek, would ever ride a dragon.

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Turns passed, and Avenuth's growth became stunted. Alas, in spite of Alana's level head, she would never be a Weyrwoman. Her dragon was just too small. She could deal, though. She was happy. She had discovered something important, too. By going between, you were almost guaranteed to terminate a pregnancy! When Akayla became pregnant, the Weyrwoman who had never gone between (As large greens were too precious to Crystal Waters to ever teach greens to between until they proved too small to clutch strongly), Alana had the honor to take the Weyrwoman through the abyssal cold and thus 'save Akayla's life.'

But then came the pregnancy that Alana could not destroy. No matter how many times she betweened, it was impossible. The baby continued to grow, and Alana continued to resent it, and fear it, this thing, this parasite, eating her life away from her. In spite of all successful births she had seen, Healer Greenrider Alana just knew she wouldn't live. She hated the child, and she hated the man who put the thing there, S'lata.

But the baby was born, and she survived. She birthed alone, and without thought she left the baby wailing in its hammock. She didn't even know its gender until S'lata came to check on Alana's pregnancy. To find the baby there crying and fading visibly in this new world and Alana just sitting on the bed staring at it had hurt him, this rogue bluerider who did not particularly care for children. It was he who took the child into his arms, and named him, and then put the babe to mother's breast.

And so the cycle began. For the next turn and a half, S'lata lived with the now half-mad Alana, who woke screaming in the night believing herself dead and between. He would take Salanalay to her, and urge her to feed the child... But the day came that Salanalay was to be weened. It was here that the father took his leave, and left the child to his ghost of a mother.

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Three and a half turns later, Salanalay was toddling about, cradling a hand-print shaped bruise on his upper arm, when a new cry came out. It reminded him of the sounds that came from the bowl, where he was never allowed. Alana told him horrifying stories about small things that could not walk or even talk as much as Sal could, which wasn't much. They were parasitic beasts that would suck on a poor woman like herself until the mother could scarcely live. Alana reminded him to be good, because he himself was one of these awful things.

Now for the past nine months, his mother's belly had grown, and a man, T'graynn, had been staying with them. He went running to see what had happened, what this crying thing was, to see if it was one of those horrific creatures that he was too. And it was! It even had a name! Galanaven. It was a brown little thing, much darker than he, and very red, and kind of wet, and kind of wrinkly and ugly. Alana was holding it, and smiling at it, and cooing to it.

"Mama, its bad!" he had said. Of course, he remembers none of this. He only remembers that it got worse from three.

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The next eight Turns were a blur of hurt and protection. He learned when his mother sent him for day-long care with the other parasites that his mother had been cruel to him. Bad to him. Just look how happy these others were. No bruises, no aches, no hunger. And how he feasted with them! When he returned home, he would find Alana coddling over Galanaven, and Sal realized that he needed to protect the thing, the 'boy' they called it. He never resented the fact that Alana never gave him bruises, or never gave him aches, or never made him hungry. He was just happy that Lana was okay.

When Alana brought home three fire-lizard eggs, that was when Sal cut off his love for her. She gave one egg to Lana, one egg to herself, and... yet another to herself. She was greedy, and purposefully keeping him out of the family loop. He was nothing but an annoyance to her, clearly. He had been eleven then, and had watched as Lana Impressed a little blue, and their mother had lost both a brown and a bronze to between.

Of course, the woman blamed him and his presence, and promptly sent him off for fostering far, far away. She had taken him a-dragonback to another continent, and had left him there.

It was just one more Turn until Galanaven came to meet him, a small, nine turn old child, who had been sent off after their mother's suicide when Avenuth had repudiated her and betweened.

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At the age of thirteen, dragons came on Search. He had stood among the Holder-Youth, and glared angrily at the green in particular of the trio. A bronze, a blue, a green. The bronze was too seek out Gold candidates, the blue and green - everybody else.

It was then that a sweet, sweet voice had entered his mind. At first, the boy of thirteen, had thought it had finally come. His mother's dragon-madness. Easy, young one... came the soft voice. We are not the evil you see us as.

It was not so much the words that so suddenly and completely and fully converted him, it had been the wave of comfort, the unrestrained love, and the simple wisdom of the green's heart that had washed over him. When she asked him to come to the Weyr, he only hesitated for his brother, now ten, who just shoved him along in a good ol' brotherly way.

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At the Weyr, he found himself reclusive. More so than he had ever been in his life, and that was saying something. All of his life he had been the quiet kid who had hidden in the shadows, away from the sunlight, away from friendship. At the Weyr, he felt terror. All the dragons, all the dragonriders... He wondered often if they would turn, become Alana and Avenuth. Though now, he was beginning to see it hadn't been Avenuth's fault.

He made acquaintances with some other candidates, but generally found himself shying away particularly from the other hopefuls. Instead he friended a Weyrbrat named Jezeni, who later Impressed himself, and remained in constant contact with Lana, who was making friends himself.

At the first Hatching Salanalay would ever witness (as his mother had refused to let him attend the few that Crystal Waters ever saw), he Impressed Erenauth. His newest dream to be Greenrider S'lay had been realized. Why greenrider? Because it had been a green that had changed him, that had shown him truth. S'lay never again was to meet the green or the rider that had Searched him.

She and her rider died at next Threadfall.