Midnight Whispers Blue Olvanth
| Midnight Whispers Blue Olvanth | |
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| Impressee | P'ya |
| Hatching Date: | 19 July, 1998 |
| Dam: | Lrisseth |
| Sire: | Penath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:ftw7 |
After lying quietly for a moment, the Rocky Jungle Vine Egg begins a wiggling motion that moves it in a crooked line towards Lrisseth. This ovoid bursts open as it crosses over the shards of another egg, its hatchling tumbling out in a confused ball sprouting wings, tail and legs.
Midnight Whispers Blue Hatchling
Glittering starlight defines the sweet mystery of hope and innocence, breaking the otherwise uniformity of a hide the color of midnight. Velvety blue in its darkness it surrounds him in the odd warmth of a summer night. Each movement reveals a dazzling array of shimmering moonlight as it casts its irridescent rays over rippling muscles. Small and compact, he is firm with muscle. Overly large eyes flash with the multi-facets of their jeweled bevels, giving his head the appearance of being too small. Neck and tail of this starlit creature add extra length to his rather short body. His wings, however, are his prideful glory. Gigantic in comparison to the rest of his form, they glow with the liquid blue of twilight, just when the first stars grace the sky with their mysterious presence. Here and there they are dotted with a single spark of silver whiteness. Though smaller than his clutchsiblings, he is sure to prove himself as mysterious and fascinating as the moon and stars, with all the promises and dreams they hold.
Public Impression Message
Midnight Whispers Blue Hatchling is somewhat graceful now that he has the idea of this tail, legs and wings thing. But that -- well, that someone -- over there is rather interesting. He takes a few steps -- quicker, more confident now -- and stares into the face of several candidates -- not that one -- too short, not that one -- too tall. How about? Black hair almost blue consumes his attention and those eyes -- brown, deep as a wooded forest. He nudges Peyra with a still drying muzzle. Oh wow! He's perfect! Hey! You down there - his nudge seems to say to one of the smaller candidates.
| Clutch ftw7 | |
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