Blustering Boastful Blue Mraeleth
| Blustering Boastful Blue Mraeleth | |
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| Impressee | Viridis |
| Hatching Date: | 29 January, 2001 |
| Dam: | Temornath |
| Sire: | Yanaleth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw16 |
Yellow Pants Egg
Yellow Pants Egg stills. The starts. Then still. Then starts. The egg is digging itself a deep hole in the sands, then hopping to find a new path of sands to excavate. Something lively in there!
A tiny blue emerges from his shell, but you can tell by the glint in his eye, this one is all attitude. He barely is bigger than his green sisters, but he puffs his chest out with importance. A clarion call erupts from his throat, drawing all eyes, and as he gazes around at those who behold him, a glint of light reflects off one of his teeth. He moves surely, confident that he is the master of all he surveys, even the terrain.
Blustering Boastful Blue
Purest, loveliest sunset blue: that patch of sky near the horizon and not close enough to pick up the glory of the sun's own colors, it shines with dusky blue, hints of purple and near-aqua. Beautiful in its own right, not needing to compete with sunset reds and purples: across this dragonet's hide it spills, lightening to darkish sky blue on eyeridges, edge of wingsails, and hinting along the definitions of muscle. As he proudly holds his wings high to dry them, it's more obvious to the gallery's spectators than to those on the sands: the dark lines that travel from nosetip to tailtip, wingtip to wingtip, and trail down along the outside of all his limbs form a line with three crosses, vaguely reminiscent of the sky seen through dark-lined panes of glass.
Public Impression Message
The Blustering Boastful Blue swaggers around each of the groups of Candidates on the hot Sands. He is delighted to let so many - oh, yes, there are females out there - see his magnificence. And there are so very many Candidates to choose from too, but that is no less than what he deserves. Finally he stops in front of the one he deems worthy of his time and his choice, a girl who has a spirit to match his own. He deigns to touch his nose gently to her shoulder.
| Clutch hrw16 | |
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