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|name=Dies Irae Bronze Meredoth | |name=Dies Irae Bronze Meredoth | ||
|date=2nd December, 2001 | |date=2nd December, 2001 | ||
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|egg=Jubilant Jade Jitterbug Egg | |egg=Jubilant Jade Jitterbug Egg | ||
|dam=Capricious Polished Oak Gold Jenryth | |dam=Capricious Polished Oak Gold Jenryth | ||
Revision as of 11:27, 14 April 2015
{{Dragon |weyr=HRW |impressee=K'hen |name=Dies Irae Bronze Meredoth |date=2nd December, 2001 |color=bronze |egg=Jubilant Jade Jitterbug Egg |dam=Capricious Polished Oak Gold Jenryth |sire=Redwood Timbers Bronze Dzurath |clutch=17 |body=
Jubilant Jade Jitterbug Egg
Jubilant Jade Jitterbug Egg has at last revealed a charismatic Bronze dragonet.
Dies Irae Bronze
Egg dares hold him bound no longer, and he spreads his wings and draws erect to reveal a compact and sturdy bronze form. Tail and body, head and neck, he might have been molded of still-molten metal. When muscles beneath his hide ripple with movement, the light dances off his body like a flickering forge-flame. The coloring of his wings offers a startling contrast: dark and foreboding, a cloud of ash looming above the rest of him, they're ready to whip through the air and bend it to his will. He's spare and lean - not an ounce of dragon flesh has been wasted from hindquarters to torso - but the muscles that drive his wings are broad and thick with portent of future power. True to bronze style, he has a fine voice for bugling: pure and brassy, with overtones that set the ear bones tingling. And he carries himself with the utter supreme confidence of the all-seeing, fixing each of those about him in turn with a steely gaze, as though he were quite prepared to rain fire down upon those found unworthy.
Public Impression Message
Dies Irae Bronze flaps his tail once, hard, onto the sand and plops down to sit. Okay, there's something here that he really wants. Something he wants badly and that Must Be His. But it's hiding. Okay, he'll search. Getting up, the bronze stalks along the line of Candidates, eyes focusing on each one in turn before he gives a little rumble and moves on. Growing more and more distressed, he lets out another of those *BUGLES* of his and then flops his head melodramatically downward. But they don't touch the sand. Instead the bronze's head falls onto the feet of a young man with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He looks up past the crumpled hem of the Candidate's robe and *BUGLES* again. This is *exactly* what he was looking for!
The Dies Irae Bronze makes eye contact with a strapping young lad with hazel hued eyes.
