Difference between revisions of "Dragon:Elsyth"

From NorCon MUSH
m (1 revision imported)
m (Text replace - "{{FTWDragon |impressee=" to "{{Dragon |weyr=FTW |impressee=")
Line 1: Line 1:
{{FTWDragon
+
{{Dragon
 +
|weyr=FTW
 
|impressee=M'vyn
 
|impressee=M'vyn
 
|name=Cascading Snow Green Elsyth
 
|name=Cascading Snow Green Elsyth

Revision as of 11:13, 14 April 2015

Cascading Snow Green Elsyth
Impressee M'vyn
Hatching Date: 1 March, 2014
Size: 21 feet
Dam: Morning Over Mists Gold Elaruth
Sire: Boulevardier Bronze Bijedth
Lineage: Here
Clutch: Clutch:30
Egg Credit: Elise



Clutch 30


Black is the New Black Egg

Kind of dull, this egg, at first glance. Sort of brownish, really. But longer looking rewards with a slow reveal of shades, deep bronzes and golds and darker tarnished black in some parts. These colors in their subtle shift on the shell form a shape that at first is just that, something abiguous like a cloud in the sky, but no that's definitely a beak, sharp and pointy, and that's most certainly a feathered wing spread in proud flight.

Cascading Snow Green Hatchling

Faint hints of emerald shine through this beryl coated green. Her face is dark with highlights of nephrite that fades into a faint white that gives her features a sharp, defining, quality. Her long neck, lean muscular shoulders, and lithe body is bathed in a beautiful deep green that seems to have been crystallized from the rolling magmas of a volcano. Her wings are long, her tail dainty, and her body well proportioned.

Public Impression Message

The Black is the New Black Egg stirs. It wobbles. And then it splits down the side and pops into a scattering of tiny shards. Within the remnants of the egg rests a dainty green, her fine shaped muzzle dappled in lime and giving her a bejeweled appearance. She does not move from her position, choosing to look out at the Candidates before her. She takes her time, looking stately in her assessment of those gathered before her. Finally one tall man drags her from her 'throne' and sends her trotting in his direction, her tail held up so as not to touch the sand. She tilts her head up and trills a demand at Morvyn. "Me?" the harper's voice is incredulous as he kneels down to look at the green before him. "Elsyth. Yes. I understand. I'll go by M'vyn now. I'm glad it pleases you." More than a little dazed, the tall man stands and escorts the dainty green off the sands.

Egg Inspiration: Max from Dark Angel, or rather her leather jacket. I love that show (yes love, present tense)!