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Revision as of 06:09, 17 April 2015
| Erudite Aristocrat Gold Xemyth | |
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| Impressee | Ysabel |
| Hatching Date: | 21 July, 2002 |
| Dam: | Jenryth |
| Sire: | Dzurath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:18 |
| Egg Credit: | Josilina |
The Truth Egg
Can you handle the truth? Somewhere on the sands, hidden just enough so that only one rounded end protrudes mysteriously into sight, giving a teasing glimpse of a burnished and reflective shell this egg bides it's time. Because so much of the shell is hidden it's impossible to tell if this egg is small or large, pretty or ugly, golden or bronzed. The truth of this egg will reveal itself as the real nature of every egg does, on hatching day. For now the Truth Egg is out there.
At last the time has come for the Truth egg to reveal the answer to yet another mystery. A damp young queen is where that burnished egg once was.
Erudite Aristocrat Gold
Henna strokes embrace this gold's serpentine neck in a wealth of bronzed torques, etching mysteriously deep grooves between the smoothed, sandy dunes of her supple ridges. Rounded pyramids of sun-darkened amber are her headknobs, creating a gateway between the burnished angles of her jasmine muzzle and the tawny hide beyond. With spars and wingbones in yellowed ivory, her wings seem as a pair of elegant fans, wingsails crafted in the hue of stretched papyrus and decorated in a spartan filigree of coppery glyphs. Petite though she may be, of trim musculature and slender bones, natural poise will lend her an easy edge. Within waits a passionate spirit, coiled and ready to emerge, betrayed not by the passive sway of her winsome tail or the languid grace of her every movement.
Public Impression Message
Erudite Aristocrat Gold appears to reach the conclusion that these white clad people must hold some purpose. So she begins to march towards them posture slightly aloof, pausing here and there to give one of the girls an inspecting look. But time does no favors to the gnawing hunger, and she creels unhappily, a swift movement stirring up hot sand. But...whats this? Her sharp gaze seems to have caught something, something she likes! Hurried steps bring her directly in front of a straight haired, cobalt eyed young woman, muzzle poking itself firmly to her mid-section. Look alive now!
| Clutch 18 | |
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