Half-Nekkid Thursday

Funny thing is, I feel there is not much story behind this tattoo. I got it about four years ago to mark my first real job (away from home and my mother's influence, read: interference). It's a crossbreed of a traditional english dragon (wings and general body shape) and a chinese dragon (antlers, furred tail and the fact that it's chasing a pearl) and it took me about a year to decide that I'd drawn it the way I wanted it. I dragged a friend of mine with me (he'd suggesed that I get it done at Saint Tattoo) so I'd have someone to glare at rather than pay attention to the... *shiver*... needle. I put NO ONE's art on my body other than my own.

My "firey old man" (henceforth, FOM) took this pic while we were watching monday night football. He likes this jersey. :D











Here it is so everyone can see it clearly.

HNT

I figured eventually I would do a couple of these. I almost never take off my rings (any of my jewelry actually). Through the rush of getting out the door this morning and my forgetfulness last night (bowling requires me to take that one ring off and I'd slipped it into my pocket), I forgot to put back on my thumb ring. I feel naked...
There will be something better up next week. I promise. ;D *sly smile*
Happy HNT.

Part 1: The "Great Riddler"

Around and above and through. Below and between and behind. All and none. Never and always. Beginning and ending. Nothing becomes. - the "Great Riddler" Albashion

"Everything has always been, Albashion. Has always been and never was."

Albashion tried his best not to glare at the Headmistress as she recited the lore as handed down from mother to child for generation upon generation. All of it seemed rather useless. He would much rather be outside the nest learning how to best other males than inside it learning theorums of magic. How was he supposed to be much good at it anyways? He was a violent purple like his father Theshkathe but had quite a bit of his mother's darker coloring.

"I wish you would brood this hard on any of the questions I've posed you over the years." Albashion focused on her face finally and lowered his head, abashed. "You have more potential than any other male child I've taught for many a year, including your father, despite your dark markings and darker brooding sessions. Riddles are to focus your mind into a tight pattern. Eventually all of them make sense." With that she tapped him on the end of his snout.

"But why must it be soooo boring most of the time?"

Headmistress Sshassae smiled and coughed out what ammounted to laughter. "Because your soul grasps the picture in its entirety without noting the parts wilst the mind must struggle to see from one loop to the next and can never make the parts a whole."

"So the mind..."

"Go on."

He bit his lip as he tried to phrase it as she would. "The mind is like a sparrow on the branch or on the wing. On the branch it can't see the forest for the tree. On the wing, it can't see the tree for the forest."

"Just so, just so. The stooping hawk can see and understand both." Another bark of laughter. "Ah, you've earned your bit of rest away from me today. Tomorrow you are to study the meaning of a circle and recite an original, original mind you, rhyme on the twists you make in a nodus of one line on the next."

Power the lad had indeed, read in every line of him from snout to tailtip and from wing to wing and between as he lilted off to torment one of his clutchmates. No wonder none of the mothers wanted to foster out this one. Likely by the time he became adult they would have his harem and malemates all chosen out to his benefit. Perhaps they would allow her to stay on with him as Headmistress to his future clutches. She was definitely out of breeding age and the experiences she and her haremmates had gone through need not be repeated by the next generation.

The females have magic and in the same quantities as their male counterparts but are not so brilliantly scaled to show off said talents and are mostly discouraged from actively using the more aggressive of the magics. Instead, they have an entire range of defensive magics keyed into their feminine pheremones and unusable to a large degree by males (there are some magics keyed into male pheremones but as they are by and large minor, mirrored things the advantage here is given into the females). The coloring for females isn't influenced by the strength of the magic they could potentially weild as most are a dull brown or silvery grey pattern to blend well with the trees (many of whom resemble our birch and firs around their nesting areas). They are the keepers of the community lore and the nurturers of their people's future. They have no need for flashy or showy colors (although many show magpie-like tendecies) as the females' prefered fighting ground is upon the mental planes.

...Queen...

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... and some SEC football funnies (some of them ARE chuckle worthy at least)...

 Cop pulls over a Florida player and asks for his driver's license. "I sure wish you people would get together," the guy sighs. "One week you take my license away; the next week you want to see it."

 South Carolina player walks into the doctor's office and says, "Something bad has happened to me. If I touch my shoulder here, it hurts. If I touch my neck here, it hurts. If I touch my arm here, it hurts. If I touch my leg here, it hurts. How come?" The doc says, "Duh! You've got a broken finger."

 Did you hear about the Vandy player who accidentally got locked in a five-star restaurant and starved to death because he couldn't find the maitre d?

 Ole Miss player decides to enter a swim meet on campus. He comes in dead last in the 100-meter breaststroke. "I hate to complain," he says to one of the judges, "but I believe everybody else was usin' their arms." But the kid's got game. He learns from his mistake and becomes a better swimmer. A great one, in fact. He goes to the Olympics and wins a gold medal. School officials are so proud they have it bronzed.

 "Guess what? My boy just won a football scholarship to Tennessee!" the proud father says to his neighbor. "Great! What'll you think he'll be when he graduates?" "Hopefully on parole."

 Mississippi State player goes into the bank to cash a check. The teller asks if he can identify himself. The kid glances at his reflection in the window and says, "Yeah, it's me."

 Why is it so hard to convict Alabama players of any crime? All the DNA's the same, and there are no dental records.

 Two Arkansas players hitchhike into town one day and see sidewalks for the first time.
"You can't blame these city folks for not farming," one of them says. "This ground's too dern hard to plow."

 Kentucky player shows up for class soaking wet. "Just following directions in the label of my shirt," he explains to the professor. "It said 'Wash and Wear.' "

 Two LSU players are discussing family values. One says, "I didn't sleep with my wife before we got married. Did you?" "I'm not sure," says his buddy. "What was her maiden name?"

 Georgia player signs a pro contract and buys a fancy new automobile for his girlfriend with his first paycheck. The gal is ecstatic. She runs 'round and 'round the car in delight. Suddenly, she stops and screams, "Take it back to the dealer!" "But why?" the guy wants to know.
"I don't want any car with 'XL' on it," she says. "It's bad enough havin' that on my underwear."

 And finally, why do so many Auburn players become taxidermists? Because they're good at mounting dead animals.

Typically it is the males of the species that wield the magic in their communities. They are quite easily marked as they have colorful, complexly patterned hides. Usually strength can be measured first, by brightness of scale color (someone royal blue primary tone versus someone neon blue primary) and second by pattern complexity (someone with a mottled hide versus one with a dimondbacked hide). It is quite unlikely to find a male of a dark, mottled hue performing any of the "high" magics. Sometimes their patterning is so complex it forms knotwork, like as found in Celtic art, that they call "nodos". Nodos are commonly found on their ceremonial acoutrements and are used as meditation tools.

my brain

Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

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Let us refocus on elabi adumbratum. It's development is the most obvious reasoning behind this draconis being given the designation venificus (magical/poisonous) rather than magus (magical). The species now uses what is best termed magic but it is a natural emination from the same glands that produces its defensive poison. Said poison is concentrated along the spine and is excreted along runnels in the large dorsal spikes. Once the liquid gains contact with the air it exhudes a rather spicy scent and a sense of contained power. Users of the lesser magics can only harness the power emanated or the poison itself (much as the original owner of the liquid would have). Users of the dark magics use the poison in much the same way as they would a sample of blood or other bodily fluid and the more powerful magi can use a sample from a dead leaf, dried and barely detectable, to influence their will upon an entire family group.