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| + | ''Infamous Sweater Egg begins to unravel at last. The loud purple streak splits and the yellow and pink beltline pulls apart at the midpoint, revealing pale milky membranes bent and bulging from the pressure of the creature within. Then that membrane splits as well and in a rush of glossy clear fluid a dark-tipped hatchling pours out onto his belly, catching one wing on an egg-shard as he tumbles out. The resulting tear in his wingsail sets him creeling with displeasure, eyes whirling orange and red, but instinct drives him to suffer the pain, to push forward onto the sand and search. | ||
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| + | ==Forged for Discord Bronze Dragonet== | ||
| + | The length of his limbs suggest a certain slender agility, but overall this bronze is stocky of build, broad-chested and thick-bellied, with more bulk than sinew in his musculature. A sinuous neck and whipcord tail seem poorly machined for his blocky body, and the inward bend of his headknobs toward one another could not be said to flatter his angular head or wide eyeridges. Burnished shades roll up his muzzle, echoed like puffs of smoke at the top of each neckridge, and beneath them thin dark lines feather out in curling tendrils along the sides of his neck. The rest of his hide is typically bronze in hue, but the shadows of his shoulders, underwings and haunches are brushed with narrow streaks of tarnished stain, as if he were made of metal in some filthy forge and the soot of ancient smithwork still clings to him. Dark wingspars support slightly paler, translucent sails. Broad and glossy, they would be glory enough for any dragon, but a tear in the left's spar mainsail will leave a scar to mar them for life. | ||
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| + | ==Public Impression Message== | ||
| + | Forged for Discord Bronze, content with the chaos he's left in his wake, creeps up behind a few of the white-robes while other hatchlings create distractions elsewhere. But his injured wing trails on the sand and he shrieks in pain, lunging forward in sudden disorientation. He throws out a forepaw to steady himself on the closest object: an unfortunate oily-blond candidate. Bronze toes fit in a grip over the young man's shoulder and the longest two talons, front and back, slide all too easily through fabric and flesh. Though shallow, Vendelin's wound bleeds immediately, torn open as the hatchling's paw slides free to whump onto the sand. Now crouched low, the discordant bronze's eyes whirl fearful shades up at the injured candidate and a desperate whuff escapes sooty nostrils. | ||
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Latest revision as of 10:21, 21 January 2016
| Forged for Discord Bronze Imirath | |
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| Impressee | V'delin |
| Hatching Date: | 18 August, 2006 |
| Dam: | Niyath |
| Sire: | Soldreth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:15 |
Infamous Sweater Egg begins to unravel at last. The loud purple streak splits and the yellow and pink beltline pulls apart at the midpoint, revealing pale milky membranes bent and bulging from the pressure of the creature within. Then that membrane splits as well and in a rush of glossy clear fluid a dark-tipped hatchling pours out onto his belly, catching one wing on an egg-shard as he tumbles out. The resulting tear in his wingsail sets him creeling with displeasure, eyes whirling orange and red, but instinct drives him to suffer the pain, to push forward onto the sand and search.
Forged for Discord Bronze Dragonet
The length of his limbs suggest a certain slender agility, but overall this bronze is stocky of build, broad-chested and thick-bellied, with more bulk than sinew in his musculature. A sinuous neck and whipcord tail seem poorly machined for his blocky body, and the inward bend of his headknobs toward one another could not be said to flatter his angular head or wide eyeridges. Burnished shades roll up his muzzle, echoed like puffs of smoke at the top of each neckridge, and beneath them thin dark lines feather out in curling tendrils along the sides of his neck. The rest of his hide is typically bronze in hue, but the shadows of his shoulders, underwings and haunches are brushed with narrow streaks of tarnished stain, as if he were made of metal in some filthy forge and the soot of ancient smithwork still clings to him. Dark wingspars support slightly paler, translucent sails. Broad and glossy, they would be glory enough for any dragon, but a tear in the left's spar mainsail will leave a scar to mar them for life.
Public Impression Message
Forged for Discord Bronze, content with the chaos he's left in his wake, creeps up behind a few of the white-robes while other hatchlings create distractions elsewhere. But his injured wing trails on the sand and he shrieks in pain, lunging forward in sudden disorientation. He throws out a forepaw to steady himself on the closest object: an unfortunate oily-blond candidate. Bronze toes fit in a grip over the young man's shoulder and the longest two talons, front and back, slide all too easily through fabric and flesh. Though shallow, Vendelin's wound bleeds immediately, torn open as the hatchling's paw slides free to whump onto the sand. Now crouched low, the discordant bronze's eyes whirl fearful shades up at the injured candidate and a desperate whuff escapes sooty nostrils.
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