.::~* I'm Here For Your Entertainment *~::. .::Dastan::.
Rank: Wherling of Blue Dassk Age: 19 Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual Pets: Aeris, Green Flit Appearance: Brown hair, grey-blue eyes, strong-trim build, 6’0” Personality: Confidant, Competitive, Brave, Vivacious, Loyal, Life of the Party
.::Do You Know What You Got Into?::. (Friends...) ::Rozen ::Meta ::Open For More, always!
.::Once I'm In, I Own Your Heart::. (Best Friends...) ::Open
.::I'm About To Turn Up the Heat::. (Crushes...) ::Mira
.::Give It To Ya 'Til Your Screaming My Name::. (Loves...) ::Always Open *wink*
.::Can You Handle What I'm 'Bout To Do?::. (Enemies...) ::None Yet
Quite clearly a masculine dwelling, there is nothing soft or pretty about Dastan’s room. The few pieces of furniture are made well but plainly, and there are precious few luxuries. However, since he was born a holder’s son, there a good number of marks to his name that he has carefully spent during the turns, so this wherling doesn’t exactly live sparsely. His cornered bed is weyr-provided, so it is nothing fancy, but there are several furs piled upon it, all in darker hues. They are soft and warm, and certainly will be very comfortable for cuddling when Dassk finally matures enough for his handler to resume one of his favorite activities.
Beside his bed, there is a small stand on which Aeris’s bed rests, the wood mahogany-hued. Parallel to his bed, there is a rather large table of the some color with a matching chair, the flat surface gleaming faintly in the glow-light. Upon the table, a red cloth rests, covering the wood and protecting it from being scraped by the activities that take place upon it. Several whetstones, a jar of oil, cleaning solution, and a few soft clothes are neatly sat on one corner, obviously used for cleaning his two short swords. They hang crossed across each other above the table, their hilts and scabbards always spotless and well-oiled, as are the blades within. Near the table upon the floor, a rather large pelt rests, used for when he wants to sit and clean the swords on the floor where Dassk can see him. Behind the table is a sliding partition used to block the glowlight from reaching the blue’s wallow, which is usually only pulled half-forward so they can see each other and still block the table’s light from reaching the wher’s sensitive eyes.
On the other side of the room, there is a set of cabinets perpendicular to his bed, this one a bit smaller, but a little more elegant as well. Upon it rests three trinkets that Dastan has acquired over the turns. The first is a glass-wrought wher sculpted in mid-spring, it’s wings slightly extended while it’s eyes are narrowed and focused. It is clear with no coloring, as the boy had no idea which rank of wher he would bond to eventually. This rests in the center. On either side of the sculpture, two iron drinking mugs set, one painted with a wing of dragons while the handle is also styled to resemble a dragon, and the other decorated by a herd of runners. They were gifts from a metalworking friend when he left Southern. Inside the cabinets are all of his possessions. Oils and sweetsand for him, Aeris and Dassk, towels, a large bowl which he takes out and fills with water to clean his face in the mornings, his brush, wher harness, and many more items he requires to fulfill his duties.
At the foot of his bed, a large, old chest sits, full of his clothing. Most of it is sleeveless jerkins and sturdy pants, as well as his favorite boots. There are also some warm outfits for winter.
On the stand beside Dastan’s bed, there is a cloth basket filled with down for Aeris. He managed to charm one of weavers into making it for his green after she bonded to him. It is warm and squishy, and the little flit absolutely adores it. There is a nice, warm fur curled inside as well for her to snuggle into whenever the nights are cold. In one corner, there is a little pile of pretty gifts that she has been given by others. It is her treasure-trove, made up of little pearls, sparkly rocks and small pieces of jewelry others have parted with. Aeris enjoys showing it to whoever visits Dastan.[/center]
On the right side of the room, separated by a sliding partition, Dassk makes his home. The hollowed floor has been covered by an old blanket of his handler’s, a thick quilt the color of night. The blue wher enjoys rubbing against the soft material. Interestingly enough, there are also several canine chew toys spread around his side of the room, showing quite a few teeth marks and tears. Dassk loves to gnaw on them frequently, as well as bat them around with his paws and tail when he gets bored.[/center]