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|name=Twilight Bronze Ciroth | |name=Twilight Bronze Ciroth | ||
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| + | ==Hatchling Desc== | ||
| + | It's as though a summer shower over the Istan isles has taken on a more physical form. As the sun, swollen with brassy reds, oranges, golds, coppers, and bronzes, began to sink into the sky, it filtered through the clouds and this dragon was left as a reminder of its beauty. While even now barely out of the egg, this bronzeling is sleek and sports dynamic curves to his body, promising him plenty of agility for one his size in the future. Everything about his build is fluid and flowing, like raindrops rolling off the canopies of Ista's jungles. He is nowhere near muscle-bound, but instead has a solid ranginess to his figure like that of a subtly-toned runner. What separates this bronze from any other is his radiantly dazzling hide. He is indeed the mirror of a tropical sunset, a base color of red-tinted bronze at his feet and powerful legs swelling up to more brassy hues of copper and orange, and then to an amber-bronze. Gilded across the very top, along his back, is a splash of what is nearly gold, flowing unevenly down his sides as if some parts were being obscured by clouds. The colors are bold and fiery, with a glimmer that could make the eye squint in just the right light, despite how unevenly they have melted across his slender body. | ||
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| + | ==Public Impression Message== | ||
| + | At last, whatever was clouding Twilight Bronze Dragonet's mind seems to part, and he straightens up, looking more radient than ever. Whuffling proudly to his dam and sire, he abruptly whirls around and dashes across the sands, stumbling the entire way. A final trip and he flops down ungracefully at the feet of Jorian, spraying sand everywhere like drops of golden rain. Nevertheless, he bellows. Eureka! | ||
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Latest revision as of 10:14, 21 January 2016
| Twilight Bronze Ciroth | |
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| Impressee | Jh'roni |
| Hatching Date: | 14 March, 2004 |
| Egg Name: | |
| Dam: | Evening's Tempest Gold Isanth |
| Sire: | Nraith |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:ftw15 |
Hatchling Desc
It's as though a summer shower over the Istan isles has taken on a more physical form. As the sun, swollen with brassy reds, oranges, golds, coppers, and bronzes, began to sink into the sky, it filtered through the clouds and this dragon was left as a reminder of its beauty. While even now barely out of the egg, this bronzeling is sleek and sports dynamic curves to his body, promising him plenty of agility for one his size in the future. Everything about his build is fluid and flowing, like raindrops rolling off the canopies of Ista's jungles. He is nowhere near muscle-bound, but instead has a solid ranginess to his figure like that of a subtly-toned runner. What separates this bronze from any other is his radiantly dazzling hide. He is indeed the mirror of a tropical sunset, a base color of red-tinted bronze at his feet and powerful legs swelling up to more brassy hues of copper and orange, and then to an amber-bronze. Gilded across the very top, along his back, is a splash of what is nearly gold, flowing unevenly down his sides as if some parts were being obscured by clouds. The colors are bold and fiery, with a glimmer that could make the eye squint in just the right light, despite how unevenly they have melted across his slender body.
Public Impression Message
At last, whatever was clouding Twilight Bronze Dragonet's mind seems to part, and he straightens up, looking more radient than ever. Whuffling proudly to his dam and sire, he abruptly whirls around and dashes across the sands, stumbling the entire way. A final trip and he flops down ungracefully at the feet of Jorian, spraying sand everywhere like drops of golden rain. Nevertheless, he bellows. Eureka!
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