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Latest revision as of 10:18, 21 January 2016

Winter's Breath Bronze Jaath
Impressee J'lisin
Hatching Date: 26 September, 2004
Dam: Belevolent Twilight Gold Niyath
Sire: Dowanth
Lineage: Here
Clutch: Clutch:5

Shuddering one last time, the Ringed Egg stops moving. Small cracks spread, spawning yet smaller fissures, before the entire egg shatters, all in the briefest instant. Breaking through the hail storm of shell-fragments, the Winter's Breath Bronze Hatchling rears up, shaking off the last remnants of his former prison.

Winter's Breath Bronze Dragonet

The sun rises over a northern ice field, a glaring conflagration which resolves into the form of a just-Hatched bronze. Pale fire licks fingers down his lean back, a bronze so misty as to be almost white. Burly shoulders flare into long wingspars of fog-touched verdigris, dripping down into pale wingsails of light caramel flame. The sails are wide for the spars' length, the trailing edges kissed again with the ice floe's flaming breath. His long tail, over-narrow for his size, is tinged with the faintest glimmer of russet, echoed in the darker grasp of talon. Powerful shoulders burning with embers lurch into a cobby neck, the pyre cooled in exhalations of steam-touched jade only to be blown away with a breath from his wide white-bronze muzzle.

Public Impression Message

The Winter's Breath Bronze grows increasingly edgy as time passes and his lifemate isn't immediately obvious. Why hasn't the boy leapt out with glad cries! He shoulders past a brightly expectant lad from Ruatha Hold, his tail catching the boy smartly across the legs. The boy stumbles back with a cry, but the bronze pays him no mind, suddenly caught. There! That one! He slinks toward a tall blue-eyed lad, easing to a stop before Julisin.


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