Forest Shadows Blue Endanth
| Forest Shadows Blue Endanth | |
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| Impressee | Charlie |
| Hatching Date: | 26 September, 2004 |
| Dam: | Belevolent Twilight Gold Niyath |
| Sire: | Dowanth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:5 |
The leaves of the Secret Garden Egg seem to rustle with each tremor, each little shake. It is impossible to tell with this illusion if it has made *any* progress whatsoever beyond its occasional wobble, and for the longest time it just stops, doing absolutely nothing -- or so it would seem. Slowly, however, the shell seems to unravel like a flower in bloom, leaving a stately hatchling there in its wake. He sits there with an unusual amount of composure, proud to finally be awake.
Forest Shadows Blue Hatchling
He is the shadows on the forest floor. He is the rustling in the trees one hears in the dark, there and then gone again, a wraithlike enigma who, for his size, emits a powerful aura. This blue, easily the size of his smaller brown brethren, is so dark in hue that he is nearly black. Only in direct light does his navy hide show its true colors, but even then, oil as one might, it will never truly shine. Across his back and broad flanks, patches of even darker blue dapple his hide unevenly, creating the appearance of the shadows of clumps of leaves, as if he were hiding beneath dense foliage. He holds a quiet, unique handsomeness all his own: compact in body, sinewy, lanky, limber. Though his muscles are wiry now, they will no doubt become powerful with age, rippling beneath his dark skin with each move. Claws extend in a wickedly onyx color, matched by his flowing neckridges that adorn his head and neck like a regal crown. Indeed, his bearing is very composed, very dignified, as if he were a young lord holder.
Public Impression Message
Forest Shadows Blue Hatching, after very little searching, suddenly pauses where he is and settles on to his rump. Despite the urgent hunger reflecting as a burning red in his expressive eyes, he seems to be concentrating hard at something, reaching a claw into the air, tugging at it...and then something seems to click deep within his mind. Whirling around with a joyous bugle, he dashes in the opposite direction and arrives at the feet of a Nabol girl, sitting up tall and proud. See what he found! See his beautiful Charlie!
| Clutch 5 | |
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