Roiling Potions Green Kylanth
| Roiling Potions Green Kylanth | |
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| Impressee | Mykaa |
| Hatching Date: | 20 July, 2003 |
| Dam: | Belevolent Twilight Gold Niyath |
| Sire: | Nraith |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:ftw14 |
| Egg Credit: | Ramya |
Water Breathing Egg
So blue. This egg is turquoise, rich sapphire and the palest aquamarine. Mixed together with tiny pearlescent spheres; bubbles rising up to break the surface that is rippled like waves and capped with just a hint of ivory. It rests on a small hillock of sand, raised above the others. It appears to be floating and is so blue.
'Inspiration: Inspired by Water Breathing Potion from Dungeon Masters Guide for Advanced D&D, by Wizards of the Coast.
With a forceful shake, The Water Breathing Egg rolls off of its hillock of sand. The shell audibly crackles as it rolls and begins to shed blue fragments in its wake. Whatever is left of the egg as it bumps to the flatter, surrounding surface disintegrates. The Roiling Potions Green Dragonet inside tumbles out face-first, receiving a mawful of hot sand as her welcome to the world.
Roiling Potions Green Hatchling
Thin as a spinner's web, this green lady has a muzzle that at first seems shrouded in mist, so pale is her coloring. The vapors solidify as they creep down along a delicate neck, and thicken into a pea soup that washes down a thin chest, darkening to a near forest in the mysterious shade of her abdomen. Wide shoulders of Kelly green part the lingering mists stair-stepping down her neckridges before wingspars laced with pearl jut upwards into filmy sails frothing with color. Here are the brighter jewel tones of emerald, beryl and malachite, all blending seamlessly into a robust brew. The cauldron of forest below creeps up gaunt withers to capture this potion and cork it tightly into a long, thick tail - the only part of her that seems to exude power rather than feminine fragility.
Public Impression Message
The Roiling Potions Green Dragonet circles around a group of candidates, managing to plant herself in front of a particular candidate. She cranes her neck downward, beginning to tug upon the candidate's robe with her maw. Still grabbing the hem of the robe in her mouth, she turns her large, red eyes up at Mykaa, crooning up at her sweetly.
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