Windswept Sands Brown Nyth
| Windswept Sands Brown Nyth | |
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| Impressee | Keriann |
| Hatching Date: | 19 November, 1996 |
| Dam: | Elisanth |
| Sire: | Dhavoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw9 |
Iridescent Creamy White Egg
Nestled in the sands as a pearl might be nestled within a shellfish, this delicate egg gleams with rich colors of white and cream that give it the appearance of glistening radiance. A luminous jewel, this is-for though all dragon eggs are precious, this gem is a treasure and a tribute to the beauty inherent in dragonkind even before birth. Faint opalescent washes of color shimmer in any light with mere hints of pastel hues; these iridescent tints hold a more subtle promise of loveliness than the lustrous splendor that is displayed on the rest of this dazzling shell.
The long cracks on the Iridescent Creamy White Egg finally circumnavigate its shell, and the two halves fall away to reveal a dark dragonet, already spreading his wings open to dry them.
Windswept Sands Brown Nyth
The hide of this large brown dragonet gives one the impression of smooth, unbroken sand, his muscled curves resembling nothing less than the sand dunes formed by insistent ocean breezes and the relentless tides of the moons. Subtle shades of chestnut and tan sweep over his shoulders, darkening to an almost greyish-brown down the middle of his back, and sliding down his sturdy tail to its tip. As he lifts his wings to dry them, a deeper brown is revealed on his underside and belly, darkening and warming to a richer, dark sepia brown that spreads outwards to cover the underside of his wings. Whorls of swirling black dance around his hindlegs, as if roused by a sudden gust of wind. Soon he is in motion, a smooth movement in spite of his hatchling disproportion, heralding the strength and endurance to come when he reaches his full size.
Public Impression Message
Windswept Sands Brown Dragonet croons in a melodious baritone voice, the first sound he has made upon his emergence, and nudges a girl gently with his snout where she rubs her robes with her sweaty hands...here, he seems to say, it is me.
| Clutch hrw9 | |
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