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''The tropical sunset egg pauses in it’s shivering attempts at escape. It seems as if naptime has resumed, when all of the sudden there’s a *snap* *crackle* *POP*. | ''The tropical sunset egg pauses in it’s shivering attempts at escape. It seems as if naptime has resumed, when all of the sudden there’s a *snap* *crackle* *POP*. | ||
A lovely green dragonet emerges from the shards of the Tropical Sunset Egg.'' | A lovely green dragonet emerges from the shards of the Tropical Sunset Egg.'' | ||
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==Public Impression Message== | ==Public Impression Message== | ||
Cold Avacado Green gives up, as the white-thing is too fast for her. Snorting, she rampages across the sands to another group. Why even look? seems to be her attitued, as she stalks straight up to that fatter one. She happens to notice her tail again, though, and turns to stare at it, pleased. But wait! There’s something even /better/ to see. Well, wouldjalookit that, /she/ just might be better than a tail! The green warbles upwards, pleased. | Cold Avacado Green gives up, as the white-thing is too fast for her. Snorting, she rampages across the sands to another group. Why even look? seems to be her attitued, as she stalks straight up to that fatter one. She happens to notice her tail again, though, and turns to stare at it, pleased. But wait! There’s something even /better/ to see. Well, wouldjalookit that, /she/ just might be better than a tail! The green warbles upwards, pleased. | ||
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Latest revision as of 10:08, 21 January 2016
| Cold Avacado Green Yukionnath | |
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| Impressee | Kelli |
| Hatching Date: | 23 August, 2001 |
| Dam: | Scintillating Sunset Gold Elynth |
| Sire: | Fiery Molten Bronze Xannarth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:ftw11 |
The tropical sunset egg pauses in it's shivering attempts at escape. It seems as if naptime has resumed, when all of the sudden there's a *snap* *crackle* *POP*. A lovely green dragonet emerges from the shards of the Tropical Sunset Egg.
Cold Avacado Green Hatchling
Palest absinthe flows over the hide of this tiny dragonet, washing snout and torso alike with an even, creamy film. The ashen shade spirals into a twist of darker beryl, leading down each of her limbs in a daggered point. The dangerous splinters spread outward to cloak each digit in cool shadowy verdure. Her talons are tipped with ebony, and the soot is echoed along the spine of her tail while the dark colors creep back towards her body in uneven patches of olive. While her frame is petite, her tail is almost oversized and the shrouded jungle provides a dark contrast to the pallor of her hide. Wingsails are likewise patched and spotted with anise, seedlings dropped here and there along the darker emerald glory. The hues intersect and divide, beguiling the eye into frigid facets of light. Spars echo the Stygian green of her tail, belying the brightness of her wings with the mystery of the forest primeval.
Public Impression Message
Cold Avacado Green gives up, as the white-thing is too fast for her. Snorting, she rampages across the sands to another group. Why even look? seems to be her attitued, as she stalks straight up to that fatter one. She happens to notice her tail again, though, and turns to stare at it, pleased. But wait! There's something even /better/ to see. Well, wouldjalookit that, /she/ just might be better than a tail! The green warbles upwards, pleased.
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