Difference between revisions of "Clutch:6"

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|home= |credits=Candidates: Adanion, Aislinn, Amarie, Bidran, Elshian, Jairen, Lesra, Linnea, Sasha, Satiet, Theona, Tobias

Egg Writers: Caritha, Kylia, Josilina, Leeana, Lorany, M'rek, Pearl, Sria, V'lano

Dragon Writers: Carianna, Emilly, Josilina, Karimina, M'rek, Sria, V'lano

Dragon Puppeteers: Karimina, Kisai, V'lano. |egg-list=Summery Sky Egg

Pale blue deepens to a brighter azure, a medley of shades that match that of the sky on a perfect summers day. Above this background are white shadows, airy clouds that float across the surface without any visible pattern. Looking closer, your eyes are tempted to find the shapes hidden within the cottony shapes that dot the egg here is a girl skipping, there a firelizard in flight. Yet another appears to be one of the legendary shipfish alongside a sailboat. At each angle you look, the effect is different and still mesmerizing.

Touch: Slightly warm to the touch, the surface is smooth with only the faintest hint of something else, a tickling feeling that teases your fingers as though they've brushed against soft cotton.

Sound: Only the softest of whispers can be heard, light and airy.

Credit Caritha

Twist and Shout Egg

An eerie golden glow drifts over the narrow end of this egg, interrupted by angry billows of black around the edges. One side is broken by a disturbing funnel shape that revolves out of the inky smudges, spiraling down into a cloud of brown that resembles nothing so much as dust and debris. Flecks of dingy grey and brown whip across the rest of the shell, growing more and more dense as they reach the dark vortex as they seem to be drawn helplessly to it. Along the base a few tiny blotches are almost people shaped, fleeing from the oncoming storm.

Touch: The outside of this shell seems to have blown clean by a whipping wind. It is so smooth and soft is almost seems to spin away beneath your fingertips. Sound: A conch shell raised to the ear rushes with an echo of the see, and this egg shell is somehow similar. A chaotic rushing bounces around inside, somewhere between a whistling wind and raging fury.

Credit: Kylia

Fogged-In Inlet Egg

A pale egg, swathed in cool grays and lightest blues, this little sphere at first seems painted entirely by sky. Upon closer inspection, however, it becomes plain that the milky hues only conceal undercolors of reflective blue and ponderous green, streaks of sienna and even dashes of violet, all paled to their most pastel shades by the fog that wraps them. The shapes take form as a long, narrow lake disappearing into a horizon along a perspective line formed by the curve of the egg's shell. Cradled between the gray-topped peaks, thick clouds meet water and soil, disguising whatever might live there.

Touch: The egg is smooth beneath your fingertips, varying in temperature from the shell-hardening warmth of the sands to the soothing coolness of a fallen leaf in autumn.

Sound: Try as you might, there's nothing to hear from this still and silent egg, not even the breath of a distant river.

Credit: V'lano

Fall Foliage Egg

A splash of spectacular colors draws the eye to this egg. Red, orange, gold and green are mixed together, lying one over the other, autumn leaves fallen from trees lying in windblown piles beneath a forested canopy. The warm shades blend to create new ones, blanketing the entire surface of this egg, a cacophony of hues. Camouflaged beneath the autumnal display are hints of a clear blue sky, never quite visible but yet somehow present.

Touch: Lightly textured, like fallen leaves.

Sound: You hear the sound of leaves rustling on a tree blown by a soft autumn breeze.

Credit: Caritha

Immaculate Ice Egg

In the ill-illumination of nightly hours ice has become insurgent over the land that is this egg. Dark forest greens are immobilized by a sheer casing of crystalline aegis. An imbrication of icicles is immortally imposed upon the curve of the shell, incandescent in nature the slender tendrils seem to be of no color themselves, and yet at the same time to reflect all colors back to the world as an inerrant mirror. Exposure to direct light will reveal the true, imperious inheritance of this egg, an infinity of inimitable diamond radiance in reflection.

Touch: Intensely incalescent and inlaid with indentations of indistinct insignia.

Sound: An indolent and isolated tapping from inside.

Credit: M'rek

Rolling Thunder Egg

This delicate cradle has a serenely beautiful scene upon it. With a backwash of a faint grey, there are darker swirls outlined with a very light blue embracing the little treasure. From the dark base of the egg, there is a black smudge, reaching out to the top, disappearing into the greys and leaving little spots of blue, like rain. From afar, it may look like an impending storm on an unlucky, dark field. But the closer you get, the more details you can pick out in the wild painting.

Touch: This egg feels cool underneath your fingers, unusually cool for the heat of the sands. There is a smooth surface until you reach the splatter of blues and blacks in the mid-section.

Sound: As you lay your ear upon this fragile gift, you can hear rumblings. Some faint, some booming, imitating the glorious thunderstorms.

Credit: Leeana

Winter Wonderland Egg

From afar this eggs looks plain white, its milky color seems featureless amidst the other eggs of the clutch. Yet at the same time, an icy sparkle that reflects light draws attention, showing promise of greater things than its simple appearance. Indeed the surface is nothing less than a sprinkling of flakes in a metallic silvery sheen falling over the untouched snowy surface of egg, brining to mind the beauty of a field still untouched after a blizzard has dumped its load.

Touch: Cool to the touch, the surface is not quite smooth, reminiscent the icy coating on exposed surfaces in the middle of the winter.

Sound: A peaceful silence seems to wrap you within it, until you listen closer and seem to hear a soft crunching in the distance, the first footsteps over a snowy surface.

Credit: Caritha

Northern Spectacle Egg

Dark and light all at once, this egg seems tilted by the slanted streaks of illuminated color that stretch from top to bottom, disappearing to a dark base and warm sand. Soft orange and hazy violet-blue weave away from the dark shell, surfacing from the misty surroundings to glow against pinpricks of bright, silvery white.

Touch: The shell is glassy smooth to the touch, especially surprising along the streaks of glowing color.

Sound: Eerily quiet, the world within this egg is still and watchful, waiting.

Credit: Sria

Glistening Seafoam Egg

It seems a rough day at sea has left its mark on the sandy surface of this middling-sized brown egg. Spattered with streaks of palest seafoam hue that shine and catch the light as though they're still wet, the shell wraps a slightly lopsided sphere around its precious contents. Viewed closely, pocks and divots in the glimmering streaks present the appearance of miniscule bubbles just popped or ready to burst under the faintest of breath, tossed onto the damp grit of a beach by an ocean lashed violently in hurricane winds. Beneath a calm sky now, the foamy streaks shine in the quiet after the storm.

Touch: Though the dark sandy hue of the egg suggests wetness, the slightly gritty texture of the shell is dry and warm beneath your fingers. The seafoam streaks are slick, but also dry, as if polished to a high gloss.

Sound: Only when you still your own breath to listen does the faint rushing of a retreating tide come to your ear.

Credit: V'lano

Sandy Storms Egg

In one spot, just there, the sand seems to be piled to an unusual height. Or is it? A closer look reveals that there is in fact an egg there. More buried than most, the shell's sandy coloring only serves to help camouflage it. The yellow-brown shade lightens towards the top, faint golden hues emphasized as the light hits it just so - or perhaps it's merely the sand's reflection on the shell.

Touch: The shell of this egg feels a bit like the sand around it, rough and grainy.

Sound: An almost muffled rumbling meets your ears, backed by a faint whistling, like the wind. Though perhaps it's just echoes from the cavern playing tricks on you.

Credit: Josilina

Drips and Drizzles Egg

At first glance this egg is rather bleak. A veil of murky grey dominates the small ovoid, broken occasionally by smudges of fluffy white. A darker, glistening shade of slate drizzles down from the apex of the shell, leaving uneven lines that almost look damp shimmering down the shell. In between these irregular lines droplets seem to have formed, round spots of brightness that look almost like they might be raised up from the shell's smoothness. The wider end of the egg coalesces into sodden darkness until it seems like the very sand backed around the base should be damp and chilled instead of hot and dry as it is.

Touch: Contrary to its appearance, this egg is hot and warm. Suddenly there is a little tap against your hand, just near one of those round droplet spots.

Sound: A quiet plink-tink-tap can be heard, reminiscent of a few raindrops falling on a metal roof. Either a drizzly day is trapped within the shell or tiny claws are skittering in there somewhere.

Credit: Kylia

Hellish Hail Egg

Hardly anything can be made out on this forlorn egg of gray and drear. Indeed, the main coloring of it is a depressing mottled gray, like a winter sky in the dead of the Snowy Wastes. If one is enough in the clutchmother's good graces to come closer to it, faint shapes can be made out, darker gray on lighter gray the silhouettes of dragons. The dragons' mouths are open in toothy grimaces of displeasure, and it is apparent why: small pellets of bluish-white, pale against the uniform gray, are hailstones raining upon the noble creatures. It is a vicious, cruel hail that batters at hide and stings with abyssal cold which is so intense it can almost be seen. Altogether it is certainly not among the pleasant eggs of the clutch.

Touch: If you're brave enough to touch this egg, you'll find the surface hard, smooth, and utterly unforgiving.

Sound: When you press your ear closely against the austere shell, you can be almost certain that you hear a distant wail of pain.

Credit: Pearl

Enchanted Autumn Change Egg

Swirls of subtly shaded color decorate the surface of this shell, a similar yet dissimilar blur of hues painted as though slightly faded. Burnt amber coexists equally with copper and rust, veins of dark marigold drawn in an elaborate filigree through each whorl, easing the transition to dusky rose and the dying embers of once brilliant banana yellow. Here and there among the dancing splatters linger flecks of verdant emerald, sharing space in turn with crinkled patches of tawny brown, withered fragments washed of brighter shades. Each intricate spiral appears to shift in place, unseen air currents causing the disconnected children of forest guardians to drift, a final waltz ending in silence.

Touch: Oddly, this egg is rough to the touch, an unusual pattern of faint lines smoothed over its surface that exactly follow the network of marigold spinner's webs appearing there.

Sound: A slight rustle greets your ears, the faintest shifting of foliage tossed about in an unfelt breeze.

Credit: Lorany

Off to Oz Egg

Dots of vivid red and a short streak of yellow mark the very base of the tall egg, the color all but hidden in the sand before surrendering to the more subdued end of the spectrum. Grays and browns twist around the rest of the egg in a frothing torrent, color swept from one face to the next and then around, a vortex of striated shell. The occasional patch of green surfaces between windswept dirt and cloud, along with the rare sharp corner or dark, peaked rooftop caught in the current.

Touch: The shell seems to have been knocked around a bit, for all that it sits so still - the texture is patchy and rough, brick-like in some areas and sparkling smooth in others.

Sound: As if listening to a very large seashell, an ear to this egg produces the illusion of crystal-clear sound: distant echoes of howling wind, the bang of shutters, and the faint strain of a particularly infectious melody.

Credit: Sria

Storm Tossed Sea Egg

Deep dark grays tumble into whiteness over a deep sea green background, waves crashing against rocky outcroppings on a blustery winter day. Swirling patches of silvery white create the impression of the rain swept surface of a tempestuous ocean, water murky beneath. Yet as your eyes move downwards over the egg, the storm seems to clear. The side nestled within the sand turns to aquamarine mixed with bright blue, the glassy reflection of a quiet cove, which has been sheltered completely from the elements beyond.

Touch: While the upper portion of the egg feels roughened, as though the sands of the hatching grounds have been gusting across it, the lower portion, closest to the sand, is as smooth as glass.

Sound: When your ear is pressed against the upper portion of the egg you seem to hear the sound of a storm muffled by layers of wool, murmuring that sounds almost like the howling of a squall and occasionally a louder burst as if thunder from a distance.

Credit: Caritha

Foggy Fall Egg

Feathers of fog feed a fanciful fiction over a fall flocked field. Fantastic fiends seem fated to frighten from behind each fuzzy frond of fog. Fabulous findings of color flee from direct sight, always fated to fain just further around the curve of this egg than can be directly seen. Faded Fuchsia, fissured flame, and fellis flannel fold one over the other forming a frosted forest of fickle fashion. Fossilized fern flits flirtingly from the middle of the fair shell and finally frazzles out at the bottom, fetched far away by fog.

Touch: Firm and yet fragile feeling under fingers, this shell is fenced with slightly raised frets of design.

Sound: Feather quiet, a feeble and yet felicitous festival of sound.

Credit: M'rek}}