Despair You in Darkness Brown Ilianth
| Despair You in Darkness Brown Ilianth | |
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| Impressee | Kiveily |
| Hatching Date: | 18 August, 2006 |
| Dam: | Niyath |
| Sire: | Soldreth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:15 |
Tiny cracks spinner-web the surface of the Unexpected Blast Egg, showing the stress caused by the efforts of the one trapped within. At long last these cracks give way all at once to limbs and spars and muzzle bursting through the surface, shell shattering around the earthen brown. There's a joyful scratchy creel from the dragonet at his success of breaking through. Then there's a first dizzying step which turns into a stumble, as though the cavern were too bright for his whirling eyes.
Despair You in Darkness Brown Dragonet
Wrapped in a cloak of shadow, this dragon's hide is the deepest shade of earthen brown - lost in subterranean night, tunneled by hidden grubs and insistent roots. His headknobs shine like spikes of earthen ore; the near-colorless sheen that etches across his muzzle is an intricate crisscross of matte and gleam. His eyes are masked with darkness as though his expression could be hidden by hue alone, though it only serves to highlight jewel-bright tones. Powerful slabs of stone form the lines of his neck, shoulder and haunch while equally massive wingsails shimmer with veins of minerals. His jagged neckridges, the straight bones of his forelimbs and the streamlined spars of his wings have an unusual crusted appearance, as if stone and soil have been molten and wrought into metal, forged to his body as a vestige of armor. His belly is the exception to this darkness, polished to an oaken shine, perhaps revealing more prince than pauper within.
Public Impression Message
With eyes finally beginning to adjust, the Despair You in Darkness Brown Dragonets's steps are more sure, less stilted. He pauses on the sands, swinging his masked muzzle this way and that, swirling gaze sweeping across the white-robed candidates and quite suddenly he's hurtling towards Kiveily. Clumsy and awkward, he nearly climbs up the girl, gashing her left thigh, streaking red across her robes and then creeling in confusion and apology. Impression is made.
| Clutch 15 | |
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