I'mil
Weyr Eriol
Darkling Dawn
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Name: I'mil (Ihamil)
Rank: Weyrbrat/Wingrider
Gender: Male
Age: 19, 15 at Impression

Height: 5'11-Tallish
Build: Average
Skin: Creamy fair
Hair: Auburn, to shoulders, curly
Eyes: Blue-green

Appearance: Tall for his age and normally quite handsome, despite his rather gaunt frame and the occasional dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. His skin is peachy cream, sometimes tanned in the summer months. His reddish auburn hair is extremely curly, and reaches down to his shoulders. His eyes are an almost teal color, bluey-green with tiny flecks of darker blue and green just visible in the right light.
Personality: Ihamil has rarely had a sad day in his life - according his friends. He is able to shield his real emotions from the rest of the world and be a sunny, friendly, calming, lively presence. With a canny knack for cheering people up, Ihamil's flaws are usually overlooked. He's not the brightest when it comes to school and has a problem with insomnia and following orders.
Past: The son of a brownrider and wingsecond, and a junior weyrwoman queenrider, Ihamil has spent practically his whole life in the Weyr. Since early childhood, he has suffered from haunted, terrifying nightmares that have only gotten worse over time. He was fostered off for a short time when he was nine, but the nightmares rapidly grew so much worse that he had to go back to the Weyr after only a month. The presence of so many dragons seems to help drive the nightly spectres away, although barely a night goes by that he doesn't wake at least once before morning.
Despite his severe insomnia, he's quite friendly and cheerful during the day, or at least appears so, and he makes friends easily. His parents decided early on that he needed to Impress, because they felt having a dragon of his own would do him immeasurable good. To that end, they have made sure he stands at every clutch laid at the Weyr since he was old enough to stand, however he hasn't Impressed yet.
Since Impressing Maohsth, I'mil's nightmares have receded, though they are still not gone entirely, and they probably never will be. But at least now, he never wakes with a throat raw from screaming, and sometimes even manages to have a dreamless night.

Dragon: Clouded Green Maohsth
Pets: Gold-Black Winged Wolf, Vicor Tasana





Dragon: Maohsth
Gender: Female
Color: Clouded Green
Size: 20.4 meters (Green)
Dam: Clouded Green Zalinith
Sire: Brown-Black Mutt Ithate
Personality: Maohsth in one word is opinionated. She /knows/ everything - or thinks she does. And Maohsth is always eager to share. She won't back down from telling someone when they're wallowing in self-pity or something as utterly despicable, and will then delegate Ihamil to talk them into a good mood. She's brisk and usually more organized than a "normal" green.
Hatched at: Weyr Eriol Backwards Frenzy (Circle 4)







Compared to most of his dreams, this was actually pretty tame. I'mil was standing in front of a massive door; everything else around him was dark and empty. The door was the only important thing, and as he watched, it creeped open by itself. He was dimly aware that he was dreaming, and given his constant nightmares, he should have felt more nervous than he did; but his fears seemed distant as he stepped inside.
Inside was what seemed like a room at first, but he realized it must be the entrance of a cave. The sound of dripping water echoed from some distant place, but otherwise there was silence. I'mil looked around him, hairs prickling on the back of his neck. Mist curled into the cave through the open door, shining a tiny bit of light into the place, enough to show that the room was almost entirely empty.
A dark grey egg sat by itself in the center of the room; no other creatures around to guard it. Even as he approached, he felt like something was watching him, though when he craned his neck around to find whatever it was, the corners of the room were all empty. Still, it didn't have good feelings towards him. He was growing more nervous.
They can't harm you. No matter what they do, they've never been able to cause any physical harm before. He repeated that to himself for awhile, and he knelt in front of the egg. Shadows seemed to slide along its surface. It was quite large, a dragon's egg, by the looks of it, though it didn't look Pernese, nor any other species of dragon I'mil was familiar with, for that matter. Scarcely believing what he was about to do, he reached out to touch it.
I'mil...Something seemed to hiss his name. He jerked back and looked up. Still nothing. But then...I'mil...I'mil...
I'mil, wake up! It was Maohsth's panicked voice waking him from his sleep. Her head hovered over his bed, eyes whirling with concern. He sat up and went to stroke her muzzle to reassure her--and himself.
"It was nothing, just another nightmare." Like the ones he had every night. Still, this was different. Even in his own room with his dragon, he still had a feeling of unease and goosebumps on his arm. "I'm alright, Maohsth, go back to sleep." He rubbed at his eyes tiredly.
It's...not just that, Maohsth replied hesitantly. There's something here.
I'mil jerked his head up. Were his nightmares affecting Maohsth now as well? "What is it?" he asked quickly.
Maohsth moved aside, making sure to stay well away from the object beside his bed. His face paled, and he was quite sure he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep tonight.
The egg from his dream was now sitting at the foot of his bed.

I'mil, I don't like that egg, Maohsth told him a week later. He couldn't have said what had compelled him to keep the egg sequestered in his room, but he couldn't bring himself to move it. As long as it was in his sight, he reasoned, nothing could happen without him noticing. He knew it didn't make a whole lot of sense, but he was more sleep-deprived than usual.
See, you're not listening to me, his green dragon snapped impatiently. Something's off about it. And you've been having more nightmares than before, aren't you? Maohsth herself, despite her love for her rider, would no longer sleep in their Weyr, because it made her so uncomfortable, and I'mil didn't have the heart to try to get her to stay.
I'mil smiled grimly. "As if I'd notice a few more nightmares than usual. I'm used to it by now, Maohsth. And anyway, they haven't been as bad as some of the others. It'll fade away after a while like the others do."
Maohsth grumbled to herself unhappily, but she didn't force it.

Another week later, the shadows began to bleed over into the real world...