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Crash and Brown Naugath - bonded at Ryslen Weyr!

Age: 20

Male, loves women

Location in Mall: Leather shop!

Crash was born at the Mall, and his family remains somewhere among the big department store locales. He is a tall, sturdy wide-shouldered man that any fashion magazine would have been drooling over. He certainly knows how to put on a show - his name comes largely from his preference for entrances that are loud and dramatic.

Being in a shop filled with long-dead animal skins, Crash knows that he has some of the best body armor in the Mall to hand out or keep to himself. He inherited the location from his uncle, who passed away a few years back. Before then, though, he'd taught Crash how to polish leather that needs to be shiny, how to buff suede, how to dry-clean darn near anything - without the assistance of Tag in the laundromat. He has also learned a little about how to create leather clothing or objects - though he is not nearly as good at that sort of thing as some who hang out at the crafts store.

Crash is happiest among people, and usually tries to become the center of attention. He knows a lot of bad jokes, and pays little attention to the other guys unless they're getting out of hand. He's quite noble in that regard: he will defend a woman's honor if she starts to protest.

Whether he listens to their protests if he is the one doing the groping, that's the question.

Crash's voice is deep and resonating, and he sings pretty well. He thinks that Hobbit is a total wuss, and would far rather hang out with Treads and her brother Threads because they appreciate his nature best. Gotta look good.

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Several weeks later, after two hatchings had gone by and only Gasman had bonded to his dragonet, Crash and Cabbie stood at green Damselth's clutch waiting to see what would happen next. They'd both been busy learning about cutting meat up and what not to feed the hatchling from Gasman's classes.

The beautiful hatchlings from the first eggs included a silvery blue, and a rich brown. One paired off with a girl, and the brown...

He gazed around at the candidates, and then without warning revved up and charged at Crash! He stepped out of the way of the barreling-football-player type, laughing. "Better luck next time, Naugath," Crash announced. Then, the realization that he'd known the dragons name, and that no other could possibly have that information came to him. He helped the brown up to his big oversized paws, and they went off to locate their food.

The celebration wasn't as happy for Cabbie, because he still hadn't bonded. But he participated, and the pair of Crawlers did their best to keep him involved.

Even though only days separated the trio of dragons ages, they were rapidly changing in terms of size and strength. Naugath would be a burly brown, rivaled seriously by the red Amacoth that had bonded Gasman. And, of course, there were fights.

Naugath was naturally quite competitive. He wasn't going to be as big or sleek as a bronze, but he was clearly 'superior' to the light-blue Printh. Of the trio, Naugath was first into the air, and first to get bruised on his landing.

"Now that's the way to throw yourself into an activity," Crash said, dusting himself off, "but I'd really rather have kept it up a little longer than that."

I am sorry. You are big. I misjudged your weight.

"Now who's callin' who fat!?" Crash laughed.

Circling Ryslen weyr for the last time, the trio waved at those who had come to say good bye, and went their way back to the Mall.

They knew it wasn't the same world, the same Earth, as several other Earth-bound pairs. The dragons didn't much think about it. They were either here or somewhere else, and if that somewhere else had the same name, who cared? Some of their own kind had the same name, they didn't think it was all that big of a deal.

Crash and Naugath followed the smaller Printh though, because though they were all good at directions, it felt like Cabbie had the best idea of where to head back.

Their trip was dark and chilled, taking them back through space and time, and they wound up in the dizzying heights overlooking the Mall!

So this is home. I think I shall make my way down before the other two.

"Wait, the people down there don't --"

But it was too late, anyway. Naugath was doing a powerful quick dive, swooping over the heads of those who hadn't scattered when they heard the trumpeting of the dragons when they arrived. Soon enough, Naugath tired of this and landed on the edge of a sturdy building, but was encouraged to leave there for the safer surface of the ground.

"These buildings aren't necessarily as strong as stone, Naugath," Cabbie reminded the dragons. "So, let's go introduce ourselves properly," he cast a dirty look at Crash who shrugged and laughed.

"No one else is back yet?" He asked, and someone told him that no, no one but they had returned from their dragon-locating mission.

"Shoot. Well, now I guess we wait!"