Iriao's Haunted Black-Bean Blue Ihyvath

Egg Name: Curiously Cumin Egg

Egg Desc: Exotic blends of brash, offensively bright and bold carmine mix well with the gold of desert dunes, giving the thick shell an almost uniform glow of obnoxious orange. Around its rotund middle, ochre and amber form a glaringly bright pattern that seems superfluous and overdone: the grooves and its lopsided shape alone are noticeable enough. Deep furrows and occasional spatters of pale green mar the shell, though the green provides a soothing and pleasant variation, a momentary visual repose in the otherwise ostentatious egg.

Hatch Name: Black-Bean Blue Dragonet

Hatching Message: The Curiously Cumin Egg explodes in a shower of shards to expose a voluptuously rotund blue-black hatchling who stre-e-e-e-tches luxuriously before licking experimentally at the egg goo glazing his iridescent hide.

Hatchling Description: Hard, bright eyes glitter out of the darkness of this dragon's wide face. His midnight hide, bluest black and blackest blue, gleams iridescent where even the smallest splashes of light find the capacious swell of his belly and the lusty rolls of flesh along his well-fed limbs, though little could illumine the inky hollows and creases under his throat and wings. Haunted darkness finds relief in tiny flecks of color: tropical green, scarlet, and white speckles his broad aft end, sparkling all the way down the supple curve of his tail.

Impression Message: Did you hear that? Or, or, maybe it was more of a feeling, a sensation that starts at your spine and prickles its way up and up into your mind. Black-blue, blue-black: that's all you can see, at first, in that Black-Bean Blue Hatchling *right* there, front and center. Licking up your thoughts, your mind, your very being, with an overwhelming, *voracious* appetite. Then you hear — or feel, for it echoes in your mind — a rumble of delighted bass from this dragon, surprisingly deep from one so newly freed from the shell. He invites you, Iriao, to feast with him at the banquet of life: your life, now, with him. «Come! Share and savor all the tastes and textures of this world. For I am Ihyvath, and it pleases me to be with you.»

Name: Ihyvath

Ihyvath is a permutation of "mielihyvä", which connotes pleasure,satisfatication, or delight in Finnish. We see him as pleasure-oriented, though what satisfies him may confound both you and others. He's *really* into food, the flavors and textures of it. Indeed, Ihyvath sees life as a feast of indulgence. It's a feast meant to be shared, too, most especially with you. And the more the merrier! Imagine if you will the opulent banquets of ancient Roman emperors, where the idle rich lie around on couches and eat, plot, conspire, eat, indulge in a few vices, vent, talk, and eat some more. But eating is not his only delight. He exults in small perversities as well. Look out!


Are your thumbs prickling? Something wicked comes your way in the guise of blue-black Ihyvath. Gregarious as a starling (after which he was designed, see http://web.archive.org/web/20040307123312/http://www.santabarbarazoo.org/animals/birds/%20purple_glossy_starling.html), he revels in muchness, happiest when surrounded by crowds of cronies; most satisfied when feasting on a smorgasbord of tasty offerings. He's as erratic as Caligula, as egregious as Atreya's hat, and as outrageous as he wants to be. In short, he's a dragon of extremes.

And he's meanin a merry, madcap way. Or, not so much mean as self-absorbed. You will have to enlighten his self-interest, because Ihyvath will not be a sensitive, subtle dragon. He'll need to have concepts such as sharing, taking turns, and somebody-else-owns-that! explained many times, and you'll have to find a way to explain them that allows him to believe he's winning something by waiting. Winning isn't everythingbut power is. Show him that discipline is power, and he may believe you. Tell him that he can't take more than his share because it isn't nice, and he'll laugh in your face. Worse, his laughter will reverberate in your head like a kettle drum until you beg for mercy. Think fast, I'rao, for you'll need to keep a mental step or two ahead of this one.

Power! Power is Ihyvath's ambrosia. He craves it. He likes to win, and he likes thinking up strategies to win even more. He's got the instincts of a slightly manic Roman emperor, but he isn't after territory. He likes manipulation and politics. He will want to be liked because popularity is a kind of power. You can use that desire to good advantage. And he collects experiences. He'll try anything once to get the feel of it, with you right there along with him so you can share it. You're not his slave; you're his partner—but he's bigger than you and not afraid to take advantage of it. You're smarter, though, for all he's clever.

Ihyvath will be all for weyrling training at first, while it's new, but later may stretch the tolerance of your weyrlingmaster by either overachieving or flat-out refusing to do that particular exercise again. He'll want to fly because it's new and exciting, but it may be hard for him because of his corpulence. He can do it, though, and he won't be last in his class either. Other experiences may be more cerebral. He'll delight in discovering that when he says something funny, others will laugh. He'll likely repeat that joke ad nauseum unless you can convince him otherwise. For if a little is good, more is better! And he'll be ever so interested in who reacts to him how. "So. If I just nibble at Aiwenth's toes, she likes it. But if I take a nip at her tailtip—hey! She swatted me!" Ihyvath isn't a slash-and-burn kind of mean. He's an experimental messer with minds. And he'll be so surprised when his friends don't like what he's tried. Whack him over the head with their displeasure and he will even be remorseful. For a while.

He /will/ learn as he goes, or else he won't have any friends left by the time he's half-grown. And friends are important to him. He'll want an audience, for one thing, and his flocking instinct will cause him to feel more secure if a half-dozen dragons are nearby. A dozen will be even better.

Oh, Ihyvath isn't all bad. Of course not. He's an interesting dragon. In his unctuous way, he can even be charismatic. Largely epicurean in nature, he prefers to devote himself to the pursuit of sensual pleasure, especially to the enjoyment of good food and comfort. He appreciates tastes, textures, and all sorts of smells. He'll include you in his search of novel flavors, urging you to try this fruit and that spice and, please, have some of this mango with that pickled wherry. His love of the exotic will take you far, far away whenever you twoor you and a flock of friends (but always, always you)get the chance. Islands are his milieu: tropical breezes exist to caress his voluptuous hide, fresh-killed meat is really best consumed with a side of mango or citrus, and the sun-warmed roughness of ocean sand exists to scratch his belly. What a hedonist.

Ihyvath is like a starling in many ways. Starlings are not native to the United States, but were introduced in the 1890s. They've adapted remarkably and are now so overpopulated that they threaten to drive out several native species. They eat almost anything and will usurp the nests of other birds if they find it convenient. (http://web.archive.org/web/20040307123312/http://www.radford.va.us/Community/%20wildwood/today/Animal_articles/European_Starling.htm). Like them, Ihyvath will not be overly concerned with ownership or the messes he leaves behind. You'll want to watch him closely in the vicinity of Lord Brakton's llamas, for example. But the firelizards will love him. He'll take the best of the beast and leave plenty of scraps behind for them to splurge on. But not the offal! Nothing suits Ihyvath like a steaming mess of entrails.

Starlings prefer holes to nest in, and will return to the same nesting grounds each year. Your couch, and later your weyr, will be Ihyvath's nest, his hideyhole. He's not a great collector of objects, but he does want comfort. He may pester you for a dragonsized feather pillow to lie on, or want to explore different soft surfaces—grass, old clothes (he’ll try for your new ones!), even ashes. He'll creep in here when his experiments fail and he feels rejected, sleep it off and then be ready to go again.

When the time comes that Ihyvath and his hatchmates mature, he'll be mighty curious about this sex thing. At first it will be just another new thing to try, but let him get a taste of what a mating flight is all about and he'll be up and ready for the chase. And if catching is pure pleasure, why, he can turn losing into a memorable experience. Like as not he'll hare off after one of the blues or browns if he can't catch the green anyway. He's not so much ambivalent as omnivorous.

Physical Attributes:

With an appetite as ferocious as Ihyvath's, it's no wonder how large he will eventually end up—- probably close to the size of a small brown. The bulk of him is not solid, compacted muscle, however; no, every inch of him is plush and certainly well-padded. With such luscious rolls of dragon-flesh (and there are quite a lot of them) and the gentle curves of his limbs, his movements are almost rippling, if you'd dare to imagine. Yes, even despite his magnitude, he moves with grace and fluidity, much like a Roman emperor's silky robes. There's something sensuous — voluptuous — about the way this part-epicurean dragon waddles, crouches, or — his favorite — simply lounges (belly up, too, when the mood strikes him: an all-out sprawl!).



While clutchbrother Nith is a more of a longer blue, Ihyvath will surely be known as the widest blue at Fort. All the more of him to admire his coloring, though- an iridescent blue-black. Or is that black-blue? Whichever it is, his hide all but shimmers with this midnight shade. A darker, deeper blue- black, blacker, blackest!— colors all those (many) creases and hollows of Ihyvath. Such places will cause the most problems for your lifemate during weyrlinghood: they will itch. Immensely. Use plenty of oil; Ihyvath is a dragon of excess, remember. Washing will perhaps take twice as long to do, as well—- Ihyvath /will not/ allow you to forget all his folds.

Hindquarters and wingsails have escaped the uniform coloring of black-blue. There, a confetti of scarlet, white, and — oh yes! — tropical green sprinkle his wingsails; it provides a nice contrast and variation to all that haunting dark blue. Oh, and we mustn't forget a particular vanity of his: those bright orange talons! He can barely see them, yet he finds great enjoyment in the fact that they're so bright, so vivid, and so *different* from the rest of him. Keep them shiny, I’rao, or else Ihyvath will be up in arms until you do.

During weyrlinghood he'll eat and grow, grow and eat, eat and eat, and — well, you might want to keep tabs on his diet. Ihyvath started out as immense, but he'll finish even larger. He /might/ grow into some of those folds and ripples, but the difference will hardly be noticeable. By the time two turns roll around, his wingsails might appear a tad too small for his body, but, they will serve him nicely once he's up in the air.


His mindvoice is a strong, unavoidable presence. Truly unavoidable: the sensation of faint pinpricks seems to creep up and down your spine when he first speaks, or wakes; these little prickles are — surprisingly — less noticeable whenever Ihyvath's most excited or extremely concentrating.

As low as his voice is, there will be no uncouth rumbling for him—no, velvet tones roll as smoothly as James Earl Jones's from the ambrosia-scented recesses of his mind, and even contain a bit more of that lightly mocking drawl that seems to speak of his luxurious nature. This is the voice of a child of excess, and the richness of a lime-to-midnight spectrum that refracts through his thoughts shows no shame for it.


Whatever the outcome, I'rao, you're in for a wild ride with Ihyvath. Enjoy his exuberance! Tame his egregiousness. But buy into his exotic experiments, for he will take you outside your own limits and teach you to enjoy the heady nectar of life's wildest opportunities.


Hatchling Name Based on the Recipe:

Black Bean Chili
8 servings
4 cups dried black beans
6 cloves minced garlic
2 teaspoons ground cumin
2 1/4 teaspoons salt
fresh ground black pepper
2 teaspoons dried basil
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
crushed red pepper, to taste
1 tablespoon fresh lime juice
2 each green bell peppers, medium, chopped
1/2 cup tomato puree
2 4 ounces can diced green chiles
nonfat sour cream
grated fat-free cheddar cheese
2 tablespoons Vegetable Broth
1 teaspoon olive oil, (for flavoring)
Pressure cook the black beans, in water, for 35 minutes. Transfer the cooked beans to a large pot with about 3 cups of their cooking water.

In a 10-inch non-stick skillet, saute garlic, seasonings, lime juice, and bell peppers in broth & olive oil over medium-low heat until the peppers are tender (10-15 minutes).

Add the saute to the cooked beans, along with the tomato puree and minced green chilies. Simmer, covered, over very low heat, stirring every now and then, for about 45 minutes.

Serve topped with grated fat-free cheese and nonfat sour cream and with Corn Bread.

From: http://web.archive.org/web/20040307123312/http://www.barricksinsurance.com/3007.html

(Note: I have made this recipe many times, and besides being vegetarian, it’s delicious. However, I never follow the recipe exactly. First, I don’t pressure cook the beans. Second, I never use more than a pound of dried beans or 3, maybe 4 15-oz. cans of prepared beans. Now, black beans aren’t really black, you know, they’re supposed to be an intensely deep purple—which is in the blue family, right? But if that’s not blue enough for you, garnish your chili with blue-corn chips, and all will be well. And tasty! —B’nal)

Disclaimer: This inspiration is meant as a Guide for your roleplaying pleasure, not a set of rules to limit you by. Ihyvath is your very own dragon. Do with him as you will!

Credits: Egg: M'gael. Inspiration: M’gael, B’nal, G’rym, and Tr’vyn.

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