Mahogany Heartwood Brown Haiith
| Mahogany Heartwood Brown Haiith | |
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| Impressee | J'ayn |
| Hatching Date: | 01 November, 2014 Day 25, Month 2, Turn 36 |
| Current Age: | 32 turns |
| Size: | 32 feet |
| Dam: | Morning Over Mists Gold Elaruth |
| Sire: | Boulevardier Bronze Bijedth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:57 |
Fine-boned and all knobby arms and legs, this dark brown is on the smaller size for his colour, at least in terms of his bone structure. Out of the dark chocolate that melts over the rest of his slender body, the brighter, warmer hue of mahogany across his wingsails stand out rather dramatically. It looks almost as though the dark brown shadow that cloaks the rest of his lean figure has been polished away across those narrow sails, revealing the warm woody tone underneath. He has very prominent headknobs and neckridges that might be a little too big for his small size.
The Far Horizon Egg abruptly spits out a dark brown hatchling. Wasting no time the brown hatchling fights to stay moving, stumbling and staggering along in a furious hurry towards the line of Candidates.
Mahogany Heartwood Brown Hatchling
Fine-boned and all knobby arms and legs, this dark brown is on the smaller size for his colour, at least in terms of his bone structure. Out of the dark chocolate that melts over the rest of his slender body, the brighter, warmer hue of mahogany across his wingsails stand out rather dramatically. It looks almost as though the dark brown shadow that cloaks the rest of his lean figure has been polished away across those narrow sails, revealing the warm woody tone underneath. He has very prominent headknobs and neckridges that might be a little too big for his small size.
Public Impression Message
As Mahogany Heartwood Brown Hatchling draws closer to the Candidates and his choice becomes clear, Jaymeson stares with wide, terrified eyes and frantically tries to scramble backwards, away from the hatchling. But the bond is made and the young man's face pales with a strange blend of anxiety and confusion. The two slowly and awkwardly make their way off the Sands together, too lost in some private, quiet conversation to acknowledge anyone else around or in the galleries.
| Clutch 57 | |
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