Welcome! Somehow you've found my page on Zai, my first and favorite character on Harper's Tale Moo. Now a full rider, she and Puizuth are members of Tsunami Wing at High Reaches! I hope you enjoy my page, and feel free to drop me a line at Paws318@hotmail.com if you have any suggestions/comments. Thanks!
Zai
Short, sienna colored curls are chopped short, held back from Zai's
face with an ever-changing assortment of hair clips. Misbehaving
tendrils escape from their ties, to hang in her face, or stick out
wildly. Her skin is tanned a deep golden color, from hours spent
outside, and freckles liberaly dot her pert nose, and sweep across her
high cheekbones. Long and dark lashes surround her sapphire eyes, so
pale they edge on an icy-white hue at times. Small and lithe
describes Zai, although by no means petite. Arms and legs are short,
but muscular, ending with small hands in feet and long, deft fingers.
Despite her turns, Zai's subtle curves remain mostly hidden under the
muscle of her upper body.
A twist of blue and black thread holds Zai's hair back on either side
of her face, the colors matching those of the rest of her outfit.
Royal blue shirt hugs her body, snug but not to tight. Sleeves of the
shirt cuff and button at the wrists, the buttons themselves a midnight
black. Over Zai's right breast, a small pocket is sewn, and on the
edge of it a row of dolphins are embroidered, the same royal blue as
the shirt. Pants appear from below the shirt, which is belted at her
waits with a black weyrhide belt. Black as well, they cling to her
legs until they disappear into her ankle-length, weyrhide boots. Boots
dyed the same black as belt and pants. A thin chain is about her
neck, and on it is a silver, heart shaped locket.
Double twisted, and single looped, Zai's knot hold one strand of blue,
and another of black -- the colors of High Reaches. Threaded into the
twist, a single strand of brown runs -- the color of Zai's lifemate.
Puss-in-Boots-Puizuth
Woo-hoo! Puizuth, Zai's adorable lump of brown lifemate! He's just so special, I had to create a page all for him. Logs of hatching, etc. are on the log page, and his inspiration and some other misc stuff is here:
A taste of avaricious gold hunts rubies throughout this grimalkin's
hide: bright colors pad along his sweeping wingspars, curl about
eyeridges 'knobs, and prowl the salient ridges of his lithe and sturdy
spine. Softer aciculate tendrils of silver whisker his narrow face
and lighten the variegated browns creaming his neck and rump, while
spokes of dried grass careen amongst the autumn-hues of scarlet,
ocher, and green at play over his shoulders and back. The short
barrel of his chest is tabbied in alternating stripes of beer and ale,
while bearnaise smothers his expressive tail down to its spatulate
fork. But it is a fastidious line of seal's dark-brown that boots
those sleek legs and coats each dainty, cheliferous paw. No ogre is
he, no brutish tom, for despite his great size and tensile
violin-string strength, indolence luxuriates along every roving curve.
Zai's Firelizard's
Pyre
Dark brown interplays with black that forms hint of shadowy moss lines all the edges and curves of this brown firelizard's body. Fiery umber burns from his belly, splaying upwards to create dapples across his withers and sides; it even reaches upwards to wend its way through the vein-interlaced sails of wings, to be abated at the wicked points of wingspars. Deepset eyes introduce a bit of melancholy beneath it all, his movements and appearance slow and stately. The azure blue band around Pyre's leg marks him as a firelizard of the Dolphincraft.
Smoke
Rich earth tones spread silently across the hide of this brown firelizard, slithering in smoky tendrils across to meet with their partner, lighter slashes of golden brown. His wings are in an odd stature, almost undersized compared to the rest of his body, but still offering powerful and long flight. A deep cocoa drips o'er his tail, slashing down to twine around his ankles. Darkest, by far, are his talons: Near coal-black, they are lengthy and well manicured.
Butterfly
A light wind brushes an airy countenance with ethereal strokes of color, the sweet whisper of innocence bourne aloft upon blunted muzzle and chubby cheeks to settle in the vacant expression of mild orbs. A frenetic breeze whips color into the svelte length of a petite form, gusty whirls of varied shade drifting across curvaceous underbelly. Turbulent gusts of color collide in a tornado of dffering hues along the backs of her wings, vaporous sails clinging to misty spars. The azure and white band about Butterfly's foreleg identifies her as a firelizard of the dolphincraft.
MiniPui
He's a firelizard Adonis in shimmery lamme'd nut brown, from the bulging, rippling muscles down his sinew-lined limbs to the flawless hide that covers him from blunt tail tip to blunt nose tip. The air of young canine cuteness gathers about him, paired with a set of ridiculously undersized wings - presumably airworthy - in a look of sweet youthful confusion. A forlorn, wide-eyed gaze stares out from a rounded snout, almost incongruous with his monstrous musculature. Even his slick-oiled talons are only little stubs of lustrous brass, as harmless and yet as fierce-looking as the rest of his thick-muscled body.
