Dam: Hassaleah's Sentinel of the Sands Gold Mhiyath
Sire: P'aolo's Take the Journey Bronze Ersieth
Egg Name: Isolation Breeds Introspection Egg
Egg Desc: This small egg is decidedly green. Green everywhere. Shadows dapple the overall jungle tone with hollows of shady comfort, a sense of moisture given with the mossy reflective current that runs across the base. Hints of other colors are more difficult to pick out. A soft greenish-white of spiky splotches drift lazily across the murky basal waterway, passing under a woodsy arch in brown, the latter thickly patterned with yet more verdant tones. A rich shade of plumy pink, blossoms on a bush, make up a collection of small marks on one side of the egg, while the rest of the shell makes no effort to depart from its main theme.
Mind Name: Fluttering Refreshment and Heady Intoxicants
Mind Desc: The mind of this dragon is a place of serenity and soothing calm, mysterious, beautiful but not without the cut of intelligence. One will lose themselves to this one easily should it find them a good distraction. But should it not, they'll be left without the same magic it bestows on others. Tropical violets, ivory and peach all play an important role, as does the scent of fresh wet earth and sandalwood.
Hatching Message: Finally, The Isolation Breeds Introspection Egg is ready to break away totally. Limbs burst from where the shell didn't break quickly enough and in short work, a hatchling graces the sands.
Hatchling Name: Espiritu de la Selva Brown
Hatchling Desc: Dark brown-black, nearly the color of molasses, covers this heavy built dragon. This is not a creature built for speed nor agility, but for power. His limbs are thick, appearing shorter than they actually are. This deception something he intensifies with the low crouch that he effects. Broad feet are tipped with toffee talons, that same warm hue dappling his wide haunches before forming more expansive blotches down his muscular tail. His spars keep the same bracken brown as the majority of his form but the sails themselves are an explosion of subtle beauty in corn silk, tourmaline, ivory and mauve grains, the sort of chaos that could bring to mind anything or nothing. His head is solidly angular, his head knobs pointing backwards more so than normal, though it makes for a sense of flow down his equally wind swept looking neck ridges. A thick smear of butter rum engulfs his right eye, caked down his muzzle to end just under his chin.
Impression Message: A whisper through the leaves, a hiss of something unseen, it rises up in your consciousness like the last gasp of a dying man, << Niyheth. >> Before you have a chance to question whether or not you're hearing things, the voice comes again, louder, stronger yet still breathily soothing, entwined with the scent of sandalwood, << U-kahr-reen. U-karr. >> A rain of cool violet and woodsy green butterfly-esque silhouettes gives the texture of this mind an almost glistening surface appeal, fragments of moonlight dancing through forested shadow. << You are mine now, Uka. I am Niyheth. >> From the depths comes an ache of hunger, dull at first but growing stronger and more painful with each moment it goes unsatiated. He doesn't bother to speak on the subject, confident that you get the message.
Where you are opinionated, Niyheth is more inclined to encourage the opposite party to explain their position in more detail. He always gives them the chance to find out why they disagree with him. But he makes a point to explain is his whisper through the leaves fashion, that things must be done his way at this particular moment. Why? Because he can always do it your way next time. But now... << Now we must cut paths that have never been before. >>
You may find it irritating the abstract and vague way he explains himself. It's not that he's unable to be more clear, he simply doesn't want to be. << We can't be what others want us to be. We can only be ourselves. >> He likes convoluted metaphors and allegories to illustrate his point, and spends much of his time making these up. He'll meet with very limited success at first, causing him to stay quiet much of the time, but as he grows older and his sampling of the world gets a little larger, his natural creativity and positive energy invite inspiration at the slightest pebble or cloud formation.
This interaction is with everyone, not just you. He'll discover early that his intellectual range is above his clutch-mates but rather than feel isolated because of it, he accepts it as part of his personal mystique. He radiates the feeling of wisdom and humble surety, yet a benign sort of humor at the same time. << Let the confusion embrace you like a warm basket of vtols. >> What? << Don't worry your pleasantly oblong head about it. >>
He does have a way of washing away your doubts though. Something he does with such ease and gentleness. Not with words as often as his mind touch and his manner. Peace and limitless faith. << The problems of today will be the problems of yesterday, tomorrow. >> There's so such thing as failure to Niyheth, there is only the pleasant quest of checking the possibilities as one trundles down the dizzying road of destiny.
Creepy. He is a bit of that at times. The fact that you can never be /exactly/ sure what he's talking about or thinking, what he's really finding so chuckle worthy, is almost enough dash of the unknown to send a chill up your spine. You don't think he's malevolent, but what if one day he presents that special sort of crazy that you don't find out about until it's far too late to turn back? That's the gamble with Niyheth. What he shows you through the mist, soothing ambience and humble certainty, but he's never really exposed. He is. And that's as far into detail as he cares to go.
Unpredictable. You'll find this out quite soon. Especially as he becomes old enough to give chase. How he decides to chase is anyone's guess. A certain snowflake could inspire epiphany and lend him the perfect words to woo. A blade of grass could be the key to an elaborate flight strategy. You can never be sure. But you can surely be befuddled. He doesn't always have the answers. He won't always win when he chases, but he's not the kind that will mope, already letting himself stew over the attributes of another female or another great project.
Directly south of Intramuros lies Rizal Park, the country's most significant park. Also known as Luneta (Spanish term for "crescent-shaped") and previously as Bagumbayan, the 60 hectare Rizal Park sits on the site where Jose Rizal, the country's national hero, was executed by the Spaniards on charges of subversion. A monument stands in his honor where Rizal's remains were buried. The big flagpole west of the Rizal Monument is Kilometer Zero for road distances on the island of Luzon and the rest of the country.
Other attractions in Rizal Park include the Chinese and Japanese Gardens, the Department of Tourism building, the National Museum of the Filipino People, The National Library of the Philippines, the Planetarium, the Orchidarium and Butterfly Pavilion, an open-air auditorium for cultural performances, a relief map of the Philippines, a fountain area, a children's lagoon, a chess plaza, a light and sound presentation, and the Quirino Grandstand.
"For God, people, nature and country."
Born Jan. 25, 1933, Manila, Philippines.
In full Maria Corazon ( "Cory") Aquino, nee Conjuangco, Philippine politician ( from 1983) and first woman president (1986-92) of the country. Corazon Cojuangco was born into a wealthy, politically prominent family based in Tarlac province, north of Manila. She studied and graduated at Mount St. Vincent College in New York City in 1954 but abandoned further studies in 1955 to marry Benigno Simeon Aquino, Jun. (1932-1983) , a young politician who became the chief political opponent to President Ferdinand Marcos. Corazon remained in the background during her husband's subsequent career, rearing their five children at home.
However, in 1972 Marcos imposed martial law and imprisoned her husband for eight years (1972-80). After his release, Corazon accompanied him into exile in the United States in 1980. Benigno was assassinated on his return from exile to the Philippines in August 1983. This event became the focal point of a renewed and more heavily supported opposition to the Marcos government. After her husband's death she became more politically active.
When Marcos unexpectedly called for presidential elections in February 1986, Corazon Aquino was drafted by the opposition and announced her candidacy. She claimed victory over Marcos, accusing the government of ballot-rigging. She took up her husband's cause, leading a non-violent "peoples power" campaign which succeeded in overthrowing Marcos, who then accepted asylum in the United States. Aquino assumed the presidency, becoming the first woman president of the country.
As president, Aquino's great personal popularity and widespread international support were instrumental in establishing the new government. Shortly after taking office, she proclaimed a provisional constitution and introduced a new constitution, which was ratified by a landslide popular vote in February 1987. But she failed to undertake fundamental economic or social reforms and the promised changes and improvements largely failed to materialize during her term in office, which was plagued by economic difficulties and ineffectual leadership. Despite several coup attempts and a mixed record of success, Corazon Aquino remained in office for more than six years. She did not stand for re-election in 1992 and was succeeded by her long-time supporter and former defence secretary, Fidel Ramos.
Niyheth - Derived of 'Manila'
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