Utterly Lost Dusky Blue Saneth
| Utterly Lost Dusky Blue Saneth | |
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| Impressee | F'niah |
| Hatching Date: | 28 April, 2002 |
| Size: | 24 feet |
| Dam: | Prismatic Gold Jinieth |
| Sire: | Aisheth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:ftw12 |
Whambambangsnapcracklepop! There was an egg, and in its now shattered pieces stands an Utterly Lost Blue Hatchling. He's looking straight up, confused and disoriented and distracted by the new sight of something-other-than-whiteness. There he stands, a high pitched wail of hunger and helplessness sounding before the redly-whirling eyes are directed on the objects on the sand.
Utterly Lost Dusky Blue Hatchling
This hatchling is the solid hue of dusk in shading, not quite midnight blue and not quite purpling in tones. From tip of snout to spade of tail, the color hardly varies, making him look a bit more heavy than he is in reality. Upon closer look, one can see that he is actually quite a thin, scrawny hatchling, with streamlining streaks of lighter blue making lines down his body. An aerodynamic thing, Utterly Lost Dusky Blue Hatchling has a rather perfect tail with a tiny spade at its end. His wings are small - adding once more to his aerodynamic look. The only variation in color besides the streamlining marks are on his head. His maw looks as though he dipped it into a freezing lake - white and ice blue droplets of color spot it, and some seem to have splashed onto his headknobs as well.
Adult Description
Horizon's purple-dusk is this dragon, caught at the hour between midnight's tenebrous chill and day's clear cornflower. From tip of chiseled snout to tiny spade of tail, his color hardly varies, making him appear, at first glance, a solid chunk of dragon. Upon closer study, he is actually quite thin, even scrawny, with contrails of pale ice carving thin streams down his neckridges and ribs. Small wings and athletic shoulders only augment his aerodynamic mien; his sails and spars are marbled with the same shimmering frost. Only at the tip of his muzzle and the ends of blunted headknobs do faint glints of periwinkle appear, melting icicles caught in an endless frieze. At a final length of twenty-four meters he's smaller than some greens, but the depth to his chest suggests that he's finished growing.
Public Impression Message
Searching, searching, he seems to be trying to find what he's lost. Wait, is this it? Could this be what he's been looking for? He examines Sefaniah closely, then the Utterly Lost Dusky Blue Hatchling gives a questioning croon up into the lads face. Is it you? It is!
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