Yli


Yli
Beheld is a face, all roguish witchery and laughter, swept with alabaster hues that are, as yet, brushed to the barest shimm'ry rose: optics gaze out, culminating amusement, a deeper cerulean flecked with platinum -- intensified by their onyx depths. Phantom aloofness brings a tilt to that naiad complexion, tumble'd and framed by the curls as hover 'long her cream'd jawline, inky twists. Body extends, crown to toe, the barest smidgen above youth-height though curves swell and die 'neath the casual gaze, true years revealed in that swaying, sensual form.
Brown and black spin swiftly in a tight coil over her shoulder, interrupted by a swath of silky lime-green to declare the Fortian greenrider's rank.

Dressed for hard work, the black that enwraps her frame sturdily doesnt *quite* hide various stains and accumulated dirt. Long, loose trousers hang low, low enough to just barely allow stout brown boots to toe-out from beneath. A thinner shirt of soft material is her only apparent vanity, though the occasional snag to the semi-fine cloth is evidence that she is not always careful of it.
Yli is 40 Turns, 5 months, and 5 days old.


Yli started off as Feylin, the daughter of a minor nobody who aspired to far greater things in life than her home-hold, and so set out at a rather unripe age to make something of herself. She found herself in Southern Boll Hold, where she quickly weasled her way into the workings of the Hold and eventually landed herself an Assistant Headwoman position. Her experience in administrative work, however, did her little good when she suddenly found herself Searched for a Fort Weyr clutch.

The idea of going from Assistant Headwoman to basically a glorified drudge did very little for Feylin, and so she impatiently awaited the Hatching. Egg after egg cracked, and it was near the end that it happened: one of the eggs spilled out a brightly-coloured green, and with little ado and certainly without a "by-your-leave", Feylin found herself Impressed to green Nyasuth.

Lifemates



Nyasuth
She's combined slinky prowler's grace with a square-shouldered and compactly musclar frame, her colour a vibrant, near fizzing lime green with a touch of briny salt around her headknobs that rides down that strong spine to her tail-spade, where it curls into whitened jade. Her broad-sailed wings are laced with kiwi over her base citrus, deepening at her pinions to a matte finish.

Nyasuth's Inspiration



Palenque
Mudpies and mudpuddles is what this brown firelizard resembles. The burnt umbar of his back oozes into the dark browns of his underbelly and sides, his haunches are swirled beige and brown splotches here and there and his wingsails are a dark tannish color that looks like slick mud at the edge of a puddle. His talons are the only thing that seems to shine on this muddy brown firelizard showing a glistening ebony color.


Tikal
Strong, powerful, regal, quick-thinking, bold. All of these words may come to mind when you look at this firelizard. Lightest blue from a summer's sky darkens to the deep blue of midnight at his wingtips. Several spots of periwinkle decorate each side, hidden unless his wings are outstretched. he will be one of the largest firelizards when he reaches adulthood. He may act a bit wary around those he doesn't know, but once you are considered his friend, he will do all in his power to protect you.


Xochicalco
Soft tones of lime green streak this small fire-lizard's gracefully arched, aqua-colored neck swirling down he subtly muscled haunches and onto her slightly whitened breast. A deep, radiant, kiwi spiral flows under her and wraps itself tightly around her smooth sea-green back and ends at the base of her long thin, tail. Specks of an almost imperceptible blue green grace her forever moving tail, ended by a rounded, light forest green wedge.