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''Frustration seems to be the mood coming from the Wild Child Egg. It trembles, rocks, turns, shakes and then… sits still. If an egg could take a deep breath, then that’s what this one seems to do. Cracks appear over the entire surface and slowly get chipped away. Once the integrity is gone, the shell falls apart to reveal a wet brown Hatchling.'' | ''Frustration seems to be the mood coming from the Wild Child Egg. It trembles, rocks, turns, shakes and then… sits still. If an egg could take a deep breath, then that’s what this one seems to do. Cracks appear over the entire surface and slowly get chipped away. Once the integrity is gone, the shell falls apart to reveal a wet brown Hatchling.'' | ||
Revision as of 11:15, 14 April 2015
{{FTWDragon |name=Rebellious Scorched Brown Hanreth |color=Brown |impressee=J'nas |date=2002.04.28 |egg=Wild Child Egg |size= |dam=Prismatic Gold Jinieth |sire=Bronze Aisheth |clutch=12 |egg credit= |dragon credit= |puppeteer=|body= Frustration seems to be the mood coming from the Wild Child Egg. It trembles, rocks, turns, shakes and then... sits still. If an egg could take a deep breath, then that's what this one seems to do. Cracks appear over the entire surface and slowly get chipped away. Once the integrity is gone, the shell falls apart to reveal a wet brown Hatchling.
Rebellious Scorched Brown Hatchling
Hard edges of rippling hues flow into rounded muscles and become strong and stalwart limbs. A splash of crimson bleeds into ocher which quickly changes to an ebony down his neck and across his body. Brilliant slashes of mahogany and russet blend together with sepia and auburn to form scortch-like marks upon the translucent sails of his wings. Wing-bones the color of midnight and speckled with cinnamon and maroon like a spray of blood. His sun-burnt hide tawny beneath the slashes and scorches and scratches that make up much of his coloring. And a regal head rises high above the rebelling chaos of it all, a tanned brown dappled with what almost looks like freckles. Eye-ridges bend down in a mischevious cant while his mouth is twisted just so into a playful smirk. Each movement and every twitch of his long tail are a silent testimony to his recalcitrant attitude and ubidden demeanor.
Public Impression Message
Rebellious Scorched Brown picks up his pace, heading toward a throng of Candidates. He warbles cheerfully, mood having swung from one extreme to another. No longer petulant, he gives out a croon as he moves closer to the one that will be his, the one holding the other's hand...
