Snowtouched Oak Brown Ularrith
| Snowtouched Oak Brown Ularrith | |
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| Impressee | M'rgan |
| Hatching Date: | 4 May, 1996 |
| Dam: | Erith |
| Sire: | Tidranth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw8 |
Contents
Dark Nettle Egg
The nettle is a herb, as any good cook will tell you, suitable for steaming when young. Many others will disagree, citing the stinging hairs of the mature plant as proof it is nothing more than a weed. Still, this medium sized egg is the dark green of a mature nettle, though one without the stinging hairs. It sits on the sands passively, being turned every once in a while by the gold dragon nearby, showing it to be rather featureless, for all the distinctive color.
The Dark Nettle Egg shivers under the internal assault, then flakes away to reveal the little lump of dragon inside.
Snowtouched Oak Brown
At first glance he might be mistaken for a tree, the black oak standing steadfast against the oncoming harsh winds of a turn's bitterest months, receiving winter's gentle kiss of snow. Barren, graceful limbs dance skyward accepting the furtive coat as a glistening white crown, to contrast sharply with the stark, sleeping bark of the tree. As he moves, powerfully, yet gently, he edges forward to unfurl majestic wings away from his bulky body. A deceptively rough looking hide of a muted black brown echoes bark, but gleaming along his wings, and in random other spots, lies a gentle brushing of snow soft white. With a gaze as soft and loving as his limbs are strong, this dark brown is sure to be an enduring and sturdy lifemate in both body and spirit.
Public Impression Message
Snowtouched Oak Brown Dragonet nudges the boy's bare calves with his snout, insistently raising his head to look at his new lifemate.
Private Impression Message
Your eyes are caught, mesmerized by the whirling facets of green and blue that stare so deeply into them. Flowing through you as you stand, suspended in a crystalline moment of perfection, is the first wave of a gentle communion that you will never lose again. You dare not even breath as an outline forms within your mind, melding into you with a seamless joining. Hesitantly, thoughts form from a cloud of pure, radiant emotion.
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