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Ti-iyian (and Ti-iriel)

Ti-iyian and Ti-iriel are inseparable, because Ti-iriel only exists in Ti-iyian's mind.

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a character in “Wings of Lore”, as played by Echo Synth

Description

Name: Ti-iyian (And Ti-iriel)
Clan: Zhinmoveir
Breed (of the five): Sleek
Age: Young adult
Physical appearance (colors, ridge styling, proportions, etc. Detail): Blue-purple scales, large wings, slightly larger than average size. Two rear pointing horns on the crest of the head.
(Picture if you have one. Hand drawn is fine if you can't find a good one. I am also willing to try to draw them for you if need be.)
Personality: Easygoing, smart, creative, resourceful. A bit of a loner, but a good tactician.
Ornamentation (piercings, horn jewelry, bracers, etc.): Checkered band of cloth tied around upper left forelimb, song stone necklace
History (Be detailed, please): Ti-iyian was raised from an egg by his mother, the only surviving hatchling of his nest. His father absent, Ti-iyian was taught and raised by his mother, who taught him of music and the art of creating song stones. He impressed Azmirian by his easygoing manner, good tactical planning skills, and general want to keep peace.
Goals, aspirations, motives: Keep the peace, assist Azmirian, generally enjoy life.
Job: Second in command to Azmirian, but tends to slack off sometimes. Runs a side business selling song stones, a rare art taught to him by his deceased mother, in which certain stones can be conditioned to play melodies when rubbed certain ways (Ever seen Doctor who? Think of the instrument the Doctor played in Henry Van Statten's junk room)
Family: All family members are deceased.
Other: Ti-iyian has a slighty psychic ability, interpreted by him through the form of another dragon, and "Imaginary friend". He can see and converse with this dragon, but in reality the dragon does not exist. This dragon, named Ti-iriel, has always been a part of Ti-iyian's life, being a construct of his own mind. Since his brain cannot grasp the concept of psychic abilities, it created this imaginary friend as a place holder in his brain to explain why he can see and hear things he shouldn't be able to see or hear. Whenever his brain finds new information in a psychic manner, he does not suddenly know the information, but instead he is "told" of it by Ti-iriel.

So begins...

Ti-iyian (and Ti-iriel)'s Story

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The wind smelled of roasting meat and grains and laughter floated on the air. The flickering glow of flames licked at the path outside of the GuiderDragon's cave, giving the place a homey, welcoming feel. The Greatfire was lit far beneath the cave in the space between the curved cliff faces. Even from the air, the fire was obviously sizeable, blazing heartily and casting it's loving warmth and light far up the faces, lighting every path and cavefront. The translucent wings of flying dragons glowed their colors with the light shining through the webbing, creating a dynamic mosaic of fluttering color. The bright stars overhead winked down on the sight of joy and peace.

GuiderDragon Azmirian smiled down at the nightly bustle of his clan. Zhinmoveir, the clan of color. The Greatfire's light caressed his face gently, illuminating his compassionate smile and shining eyes. Rarely did a night pass that he left this post. He gleamed with pride at all these dragons had accomplished, all they had been graced to achieve. After StarGuiderDragon Chielmo's untimely death twelve years ago, the clan was shaken to the core. The neighboring clans were restless and hungry for members and land. Without a steady eye and careful footing, everything could have fallen. Azmirian was young, a mere twenty-eight, still an adolescent, and not at all special in his own eyes. Yet, it was unanimous that he be raised to the position. He was terrified, the first night in the GuiderDragon's cave was filled with night torments and ghosts of the past. The place smelled of the GuiderDragon Chielmo, but he was gone for good, and this tiny dragon who was barely old enough to go on hunts and not at all ready to be on his own was elevated to such a height. It was an awful night, possibly the worst of his life. Food was provided, as always was done for the GuiderDragon, but his parents had to stay at the family home. He knew it was better that way, he couldn't seem weak in a time of tentativity and turmoil.

There was one unexpected light in the gloom that night. A sleek dragon had entered the GuiderDragon's cave unannounced and without reason, lit a fire, and helped Azmirian become settled. His first words had been, "So, where do you want your nest to go?" Without introductions or prefaces of any sort, the sleek had helped the attack dragon without asking for any compensation. At the end of the night, the two knew each other very well. Azmirian told stories of his humble past, and the unexplained sleek had proffered stories about his own adventures with a dragon named "Ti-iriel." Azmirian knew nearly every dragon in the camp, at least names, and there was none by that one. They were good stories though, full of wonder, yet the dragon was only a young adult, couldn't have been more than fourty-five or so. Eventually, the sun had come up and he stood to leave. Upon Azmirian's request for his name, he had gotten the response, "Ti-iyian." The crazy one, as he was usually called. The terrified GuiderDragon had asked Ti-iyian to live with him, if only for a time--

Then the dragon of his thoughts approached. Azmirian smiled instincitvely, turned his head to face the same sized dragon and touched noses with him in greeting.

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He'd always had a way with those stones. No other dragon Azmirian had ever met or heard of had ever been able to create those song stones. Ti-iyian was a wonder, no doubt about it, and the best friend Azmirian could ever ask for. Ti- didn't treat him like some revered powerful dragon that was to be appeased at every moment. Ti- treated Azmirian like he would any other dragon, with respect and friendship. For that, the GuiderDragon was ever grateful. Ti- was the most faithful companion he had ever had, even if most thought the sleek to be mad.

The GuiderDragon turned his dark head to look at his friend's distant gaze for a moment before smiling again and standing. The pure moonlight from above played with the warm firelight from below to create a swirling mosaic of color over his streamlined form. His deep blue body swirled black and purple with the fire, and his forest green armour scutes glinted with his motion, reflecting whichever source of light touched the surface. He stretched his huge wings over himself and Ti-, huge black and ivory webbing working wonders with the light from either side. But most striking were his eyes. They gleamed silver, bright and pure, pensive slitted pupils looking down to the Greatfire below them and the swirls of color from the dragons flying from place to place in the early night.

With a nod to Ti-iyian, he beat his wings downwards once with power and lifted smoothly into the air. A few strokes later he was lazily spiralling down to ground level and the Greatfire.