Ghastly Graveyard Green Ghislaith
| Ghastly Graveyard Green Ghislaith | |
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| Impressee | Sabella |
| Hatching Date: | 15th March, 2013 |
| Size: | 23.9 feet |
| Dam: | Conquerer of Worlds Gold Hraedhyth out of gold Ysavaeth (HRW) x bronze Cadejoth (HRW) |
| Sire: | Frost and Fisticuffs Brown Szadath out of gold Iovniath (HRW) x bronze Cadejoth (HRW) |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Egg Credit: | Vienne |
| Dragon Credit: | Sabella |
| Clutch {{{clutch}}} | |
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Contents
Demonic Stink Egg
Hemmed on top and bottom by inky blackness, the egg's equator glows in fetid yellow, a wavering band of color that turns sickly green in places and putrid orange in others. The shifting of hue creates a sense of undulation and the wisps of color that drift off toward the dark ends give the impression of smoldering heat and pungent vapor.
The sickly bands of color on the Demonic Stink Egg shudder under pressure from within, unravelling into shards as the hatchling breaks through. Lichen-green and little, she crawls free of an egg that is still partially intact, head lifting with interest... and a hunger that turns her eyes to whirling rapidly red.
Ghastly Graveyard Green
Unsettling, intimidating. These are the words used to describe Ghislaith's form. Her hide takes on the overall tone of dull lichen green, saved from drabness by highlights of bright, nearly glowing chartreuse across her lanky form. Her heavily-lidded eyes give the appearance of being hauntingly observant, sinister even, dark forest moss creeping above them and trailing across her bony neckridges. The sweeping expanse of her too-broad wings expose an underside swath with overlapping fern-like patterns, broken up by pin-points of lighter malachite. Her long dark tail is a shadowy sage, her talons sharp black claws.
Temperament
Impressing to Ghislaith simultaneously filled all the missing pieces of Sabella's soul and tore it to pieces. She came to her as an empty shell, waiting to be filled. A house that was haunted by ghosts of the past looking to be driven away or brought to rest and peace. The chains of the past rattle loudly in this dragon and she will force her rider to confront things she would have rather forgotten about.
Ghislaith will likely never push for Sabs to be an ambitious rider. But does she really need an outside push, anyway? She'd rather help her make peace with the person she used to be, the one she has become and keep her whole and protected from whatever the future may bring. Because the future is a frightening and uncertain thing. It's not all suspicion and fear, with the weathered walls of her mind she'll shield her from the worst that life can be. She is her shelter from the storm.
In relation to other dragons? She could take it or leave it. Those loud, brassy life loving types? Yeah they're not so interesting to her. She's the quiet, assessing introspective sort. And she appreciates others like her. Not that she'll necessarily shun others that don't fit her bill, but she won't be seeking them out to hang out in the rim either. Her humor is especially dry and near bordering on sarcastic frequently.
When the time comes for her to rise, Ghislaith is a shrieking banshee through the sky. At once lust-driven and furious, she won't hold anything back. That sharp and nasty sense of humor will come biting in full force to her suitors. Afterwards, she's dismissive and uninterested in her mates. They're better off not hanging around unless they enjoy near-constant mockery.
Public Impression Message
Meanwhile, the little lichen green clambers past some egg shards, poking her nose into them in a moment of brief interest; but no, that's not really what she's after. Something else. Something better. She finds it quite by accident, running straight into Sabella's knees, meeting her eyes only when she falls backwards onto the sands. Success!
Mindvoice
Haunting whispers, always in the background. When she raises her voice to a level that's audible: throaty, feminine with an ethereal quality. Anger brings the clanking and shaking of chains, rattling of thinly paned windows. Annoyance is the slamming doors. Amusement and pleasure is the clinking glasses and light, silver laughter.
Dragon Inspirations
A haunted house!
Egg Inspiration: Sulfur, which is supposedly what demons smells like. And sulfur stinks.
