Genre: Science Fiction
About ThekherhamLocation: 5657 Brežendra Rd., North Treskebhar, Te’hănys, Alharhan Home Region: Favorite writers: Stephen King, Robert Ludlum, Robert Silverberg Favorite music: Classical Non-noveling interests: Reading, writing, Tereskadians, whistling dragons, horses |
Joined: novembre 15, 2003 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 1203 NaNoWriMo buddies: 5
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Brief Author Bio: Thekherham: I was born on the planet Tereskàdhar, and my species are called Tereskàdian. The closest animal I could relate to would be a fox. I am bipedal and digitigrade (I walk on my toes). I am six feet tall, slender, with a somewhat pointy muzzle, large black eyes, black nose, and whiskers (two sets, a smaller set near the front of the muzzle, and a longer set further back, with a little blank space between). My ears are small (well, not small-small, but not big either, because I come from a very cold environment), and because I'm a male, and because males keep their... ahem, privates inside their body when not in use, I have ear tufts, or should I say fine hair running along the perimeter (or three sides) of the ears, with the hairs at the tip of the ears a bit longer than the ones on the other two sides). I have auburn fur, and a long, bushy tail which is also auburn, although the tip is black. The tail is carried up along the back, and when viewed from the side, looks sort of like the letter 'S', with the black tip hanging down. (Tereskadians are rather vain about their tail... our (ahem) one fault). My eyes are black, and unlike Kykherhenha, they do have pupils. I have four claws on each of my forepaws and my hindpaws, so sixteen alltogether. When Tereskàdians reach sexual maturity a poison called desdhak’hŏr appears in the claws. This is an extremely deadly poison to which there is no antidote. It does come in handy when hunting, because we are pure carnivores (meat and only meat.). Kykherhenha: Even though her species is popularly called a whistling dragon, Kykherhenha is a mammal. She is quadrupedal and digitigrade. I have always said she is the size of a horse, but in my dreams she seems to be smaller, maybe the size of a tiger. I'm not sure about this, but the more I think about it... Anyway, she has a streamlined body, with what could best be described as a canine-type head. The muzzle is long, but roundish (not pointy like yours truly). She has no external ears, and her eyes have no pupils. They can change color, according to mood. You might say the default color of her eyes is sky-blue. Like her Tereskadian, her entire body, which could best be described as... what? regular... well, not skinny and not fat, is covered with auburn fur. She has a long tail which ends in a tuft, something like a lion has. Her wings, which are black and bat-like, are fairly large, but when folded up they are locked to the side of her body, so if you don't know your whistling dragons or you're not looking to close, it looks like she doesn't have any wings, but just a black color in with her auburn color. A few more things: Tereskàdians and their whistling dragons are conceived and born at exactly the same time. They are linked from birth until death. A Tereskàdian can communicate telepathically only with his or her own whistling dragon, but a whistling dragon can communicate telepathically with other whistling dragons. Whistling dragons produce milk that belongs exclusively to his or her Tereskàdian. (When you really come right down to it we are very specialized… meat only, milk only.) Both Kykherhenha and I wear collars. These collars are white, with a red diamond shape at the throat. These collars are a reminder of our history, when thousands of Tereskadians and whistling dragons were killed indiscriminately, just because we were thought of as animals. Each collar also has our names on it, such as Thekherham/Kykherhenha. (The names may be too small to see, but the red diamond symbol is far more important). |
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Excerpt: Thekherham's Worlds: Memories of an Alien, Volume II
When Rhalhea and I, our daughter Jhorhea, and our whistling dragons returned from Tereskàdhar six months after leaving Alharhan, we found that Lheana was very pregnant, and there was no way she could have hidden her condition if she wanted to. It would have been a happy occasion if she and her mate, Khe’ăr, did not already have two children. And two children was the limit set by the fifty-five countries of Alharhan. The penalty for having more than two children was a hefty fine, and a yearly increase in the tax assessment.
I felt sorry for the Dhorens because their two children, Nykha and T’heril were twins, but the government of the country of Te’hănys didn’t see it their way. They were two separate being, therefore Khe’ăr and Lheana Dhoren had reached the limit as far as the number of children was concerned. What made this pregnancy even harder for them to bear was because Lheana was again carrying twins, and, like Nykha and T’heril, one would be male and the other female.
We had landed at the Treskebhar Spaceport on a drizzly, dreary autumn day. It was the kind of day that did not do my fur any good, and my tail always felt rather heavy after it got wet. Lheana was carrying Jhorhea and trying to do her best to keep her sheltered from the rain. Our daughter was out of the chambers permanently now, so she could not scoot inside for protection.
We should wait inside, Kykherhenha sent. She was my whistling dragon, a part of me, yet separate, and she and I were communicating telepathically, our very own, secret communication. Neither Rhalhea nor Jhorhea could read our thoughts, although Kykherhenha could converse telepathically with Rhalhea’s whistling dragon, Keridhar, and with her son, Khedrhokhazh.
I didn’t want to wait inside. I knew a bus would be coming soon, and I wanted to make sure that we would be on that bus. It was one of those special vehicles that catered to Tereskàdians and whistling dragons. The front half of it had regular seats, while the back half was bare because the whistling dragons needed the space. The trouble with these buses was that they were driven by busdrivers, unlike the hovercars, which were controlled by a underground computer network. Many of the busdrivers let us on board reluctantly, and I could almost read their faces, as they stared at us, making us feel very uncomfortable. Tereskàdians did not like being stared at, and the only thing we could do was avert our eyes.
The special bus showed up five minutes aghead of schedule, and I was glad we were waiting outside. If we had not been, the driver would have waited perhaps two or three minutes, and then he would have left, assuming that he did not have to pick up any passengers.
When he saw the family of Tereskàdians and whistling dragons board the bus, his smile turned into a frown, and he glared at us. He had no choice but to let us on board because this was our bus. I could never understand why Alharhanians took a job driving a bus like this when they knew Tereskàdians and whistling dragons would be occupying it.
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