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"Don't you worry, you're perfect for me, no matter what you may think."

Name:	Rytasa Li'Multigenus
Species/Breed:	Undead Multi-Hybrid (Old-World Dragon / Whorling / Wris'Talora / Wynd of Mythos)
Age:	Adult
Gender:	Female
Sex:	Female
Bond:	Tysabri
Color/Markings:	Gold-Purple with glowing magenta eyes
Abilities:	Breath Weapon (Fire), Soul Bond, Telepathy, Verbal Speech, Wingless Flight
Height:	28' at top of head
Personality:	Any gold queen should be proud and confident, and Rytasa has that in abundance. But she is also kind and of mellow temperament, when grown will enjoy looking out for people in need of an older, wiser mentor, especially young people who haven't quite figured out their capabilities just yet. This love will come, of course, from standing firm beside Tysabri as she (Rytasa) grows up, and helping act as the feline's moral support towards putting her excellent mind to use wherever it will be most appreciated!
Cyborware:	Rytasa has been given a Major token.
History/Stories:	HATCHING/BONDING STORY: Crouching on the cold metal floor, Tysabri rubbed her eyes – it was a rather useless gesture, overall, but its clichéd nature actually helped calm her down a little and focus her attention. In front of her were thirteen wriggling, bouncing dragon hatchlings, and one of them was right in front of her. The dragonet had vivid golden scales which were marked with quite lovely purple zigzags, and had equally vivid-purple fluffy feathering around her hooflike hind feet. And she had a naked skull for a head. And skeletal wings and paws. And she was on fire. Literally. And she had just bitten Tysabri on the hand. Even as the pain and surprise of the bite had faded from Tysabri's body (which occurred almost instantaneously), Tysabri's mind was flooded with images and information – this hatchling was her bond, she was named Rytasa, and with a wash of warmth and deep, surprising love came a new knowledge: Rytasa's coloration and the genes she carried meant that she was considered a queen-dragon by Old World standards. This knowledge intimidated her. In fact, as she met the hatchling's glowing orblike eyes, Tysabri found herself flooded with a familiar emotion: unworth. She could hear her mentor's put-downs and criticisms echoing in her furry ears all at once, and her head drooped until she was practically bowing in front of the dragonet. What was she but just a common demon cat from Rap'teru, nothing special - and she was shoddy at the job she'd been trained all her life to do. And Rytasa, although newborn, was a queen amongst dragons, miniature royalty, at birth already naturally so far above whatever Tysabri could ever hope to be, even in the furthest reaches of fantasy. Let alone real life. Tysabri felt something gently touch her ears before it moved up to tap the golden, two-pronged horns between them, and as she lifted her gaze, the dragonet moved her skeletal paw up to touch the tips of Tysabri's crescent-shaped shoulder-spikes. When she saw she had Tysabri's attention, Rytasa tapped Tysabri's shoulder-spikes once more before removing her paw and touching her own skeletal wings. The connection was clear. "Don't worry," Rytasa said with a toothy smile. "You're perfect for me, no matter what you may think." "I don't know what to say," Tysabri said, quite honestly. She felt completely bifurcated. The bond had been formed naturally and immediately, and it ran deeper than she had imagined. Rytasa was more than just a new friend. Rytasa was her soul, her other self, not simply another part of her, but the part that made her entire and whole. It was not even like having a sister or a lifemate – athough Tysabri had neither one of those things, she simply knew that this was something deeper and more unbreakable than the connection between siblings or lovers. "You don't need to say anything," Rytasa responded, the orb-like flames of her eyes brightening a little in surprise. Strangely, Tysabri found that she wanted to talk to the little dragonet. So she sat on the floor of the hatching bay room, speaking quietly with Rytasa, telling her about her childhood and apprenticeship, the cold loneliness of her training and travels to Sitheil Tirean. For the first time in Tysabri's life, words came easily, without the overwhelming urge to analyze each sentence before she spoke it. After what felt like no time at all, Rytasa placed a skeletal paw on Tysabri's furred knee. Surprised, Tysabri glanced around. Everyone, even the other dragonets and their new bonds, were gone. She and Rytasa were alone in the hatching bay. "Oops," Tysabri said, and Rytasa giggled softly. "I guess I didn't realize how long we were here." "Let's explore a little before we go home," Rytasa said, and Tysabri's ears wiggled a little in pleasure hearing her bond refer to Sitheil Tirean as "home" - for the first time, Tysabri felt that it was home. ------- They walked down several of the spaceship's corridors, talking quietly as they peered into this doorway or that one. Then, Rytasa paused and tilted her head to one side… although, of course, she had no visible ears. "Wait," she said, "this way." She darted down the dark corridor, Tysabri tromping along behind her. "What is it, Rytasa?" The dragonet stopped in front of a closed door, and hesitated briefly. "I don't know," she said, "but I do know we need to go inside. Someone… something… is waiting." Tysabri tilted her head to one side, twisting her long ears around, trying to catch any hint of sound from the other side of the closed door. But there was nothing. Tysabri wondered if perhaps Rytasa's mind was hearing another's – she herself was too new to the concept of telepathy, and Rytasa's own mental presence was nearly overwhelming in the demon cat's head. And even as she mused on the strength of Rytasa's telepathic presence, she could feel her bond pulling back slightly, turning down the volume of her mental voice. "My apologies," Rytasa said, placing a paw on Tysabri's furry foot. The bony digits sank completely into Tysabri's fluff immediately. "I didn't mean to smother you like that!" Tysabri grinned without showing her teeth, and then strained her brain with all of her might. ~It's all right,~ she managed, feeling as though she was using some sort of rusty, cobwebby tool; she could almost feel it grinding inside her skull as she communicated mentally. ~Still… learning. Have to learn.~ Rytasa's flame-mane flared even brighter, and Tysabri felt a wash of pride run through her like a torrent of water. "Of course," she said. "I bet your tutor will have a fit when we go home and you speak to him telepathically!" Tysabri grinned, and then covered her mouth to hide her fangs. Immediately, Rytasa tilted her head upwards at the demon cat. "Why do you do that?" Rytasa asked, clearly feeling Tysabri's embarrassment thrumming along their bond. "Dmm wtt?" Tysabri asked from behind her hands. "Cover your mouth." Tysabri flattened her ears against her skull and moved her hands. Her urge to smile was gone, anyway. She was silent for a long moment, painfully aware of the fact that she was standing outside of a mysterious door in a, unfamiliar hallway that someone could walk down at any time, and she'd likely be thoroughly questioned as to what she and Rytasa were doing there. "Well," she said finally, "before I came to Sitheil Tirean, I lived alongside the royalty of Rap'teru. It's considered impolite to show your fangs when you smile." Rytasa was quiet, gazing up at her bond. "That's not everything," she said. It was not a question. Tysabri's ears all but disappeared into her mane. She weighed her options - obviously lying would do nothing; Rytasa would know the truth anyway and would be disappointed with the lie. (Tysabri knew this - their bond was growing stronger already.) But if she told the truth, she would be embarrassed and ashamed. The reason seemed so silly now, under Rytasa's affectionate, fiery gaze. ~It doesn't matter if you're embarrassed or ashamed,~ came Rytasa's gentle voice. ~I will be by your side no matter what. And every living being feels these things at one time or another. In that regard, we are all connected. I just want you to feel like you are able to share anything with me. That will be the first step in being able to share yourself with others, dragons and creatures that you're NOT bonded to!~ The dragon's mental voice seemed tinged with a smile. Tysabri's ears relaxed, springing forward again. "Well, I do feel kind of silly now," she said, feeling something in her chest loosen and dissolve. "But, the truth is.... I've always thought my teeth were crooked. And I always figured I looked frightening and even uglier than usual when I smiled." Rytasa giggled and wiggled her skeletal tail. "Your teeth definitely aren't scarier than mine," she shouted, and clicked her jaws together a few times to show just how scary her skull-smile was. And then both of them were laughing. Just then, the door slid open in front of them. They fell silent and peered inside. Tysabri glanced up at the doorframe for the first time and noticed a small sign above it that read "Terigon Stasis Room". Rytasa nodded firmly. "They're waiting for us," she said, her voice solid and confident. "Let's go inside." -------

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