Firestorm Forest Brown Chanth
| Firestorm Forest Brown Chanth | |
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| Impressee | B'var |
| Hatching Date: | 23 November, 2002 |
| Dam: | Scintillating Sunset Gold Elynth |
| Sire: | Imperious Polished Bronze Randoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:ftw13 |
The Plant That Ate The South egg abruptly splits, showers of leafy shards sent flying everywhere. Still others stick like pea pods to the gooey hide of the brown that flops into the sands.
Firestorm Forest Brown Hatchling
Amber-russet will-o-wisps race over this brown dragonet's hide like sparks sent up a chimney after a massive log feeds the fire. The pinpoints glimmer, point and counterpoint against a hide that would otherwise be a plain, ordinary taupe. The whorls highlight the tracings of his bones against his egg-starved hide; his frame may never reach 'imposing' or 'broad-chested'. His build is whipcord thin out to the kite of his too-long tail. His sloped eyeridges give him a distinctly squared look, emphasized by the darker smudges of ash underneath his narrow eyes. A medley of light sienna, umber, and beige simulates the lurid glow of flame upon a tree across his wings. The effect is accentuated by the deep woody tones of his veins offering brief glimpses of cinder tarnished twigs and branches. An unseen wind jumbles these limbs together, the variation petering out into the stolid bark of his suedelike hide.
Public Impression Message
The Firestorm Forest Brown bellows his dissatisfaction at a young female candidate from Southern Hold. Turning in a snit, and leaving her quaking in her sandals, he doesn't look where he's going, and marches right into the knees of a young man with a sharp, thin face to match his own egg starved frame. His indignant squawk turns into a croon as he looks up into Brevar's blue eyes.
| Clutch ftw13 | |
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