Envious Lower Caverns Green Eveyth
| Envious Lower Caverns Green Eveyth | |
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| Impressee | Abbe |
| Hatching Date: | 29 April, 2001 |
| Dam: | Midwinter Seashore Gold Temornath |
| Sire: | Magnesium Springs Brown Yanaleth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:16 |
Boiled Numbweed Egg
Boiled Numbweed Egg rocks back and forth, more urgently than it's done thus far as the dragonet inside fights for it's first deep breath of air. A crack forms along one side, running like a river on it's way to the sea. Then another, and another. Finally a forelimb is forced out and, with a shove from inside, the dragonet is free from its confinement!
Envious Lower Caverns Green
They say that the green-eyed monster rears its ugly head often, but the green of this creature is far from painful to look at. Quite the opposite! The dappled green of jungle leaves dancing in the breeze, every hue seems to be represented. Fresh, new leaf green accents her chin and cheekbones, running down her neck to disappear under her forelegs like a handful of leaves tossed into the wind. It reappears to wrap in a spiral of dappled freshness around her long, lissome tail. A rich, grassy color highlights her eye and neck ridges, giving her face an expression of a possible scowl, dotted so the color seems to move right along with her. Ripples of dark forest green caress the muscles of her chest, shoulders, and hindquarters, only adding to the vision of strength she projects. The rest is a twirling, swirling dance of greenery that blends into a symphony of color over her form. The green shades are vivid and bright over her topside, muted and paler on the under from beneath her chin, running over her neck, belly, and the underside of her tail. Wings spread wide to reveal the mossy floor of the jungle dappled with sunlight and shadow in every shade of green there could be in such a lush, tropical place.
Public Impression Message
Envious Lower Caverns Green ceases her inspection of one clump of Candidates. She lifts both head and tail haughtily and turns away. A stumbled stepwell, let's pretend we just didn't see that, okay? As she picks herself up off the sand, she's looking over toward some of the Candidates. The tiny green locks her eyes on one of them - a girl with curly blonde hair and rushes right toward her.
| Clutch 16 | |
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