Eye of the Storm Blue Anandath
| Eye of the Storm Blue Anandath | |
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| Impressee | Dakota |
| Hatching Date: | 23 November, 2002 |
| Dam: | Scintillating Sunset Gold Elynth |
| Sire: | Imperious Polished Bronze Randoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:ftw13 |
It seems like Honeysuckle Egg was just a hoax, for it's lazy and rather calm, cool, collected attitude of before is gone. He doesn't whirl around, he doesn't screech, he doesn't so much as move a muscle once he has broken free. Eye of the Storm Blue Hatchling refuses to be taken up in the excitment of it all. No, he shall take his time. He just stands there, waiting, almost lost in the bustle and madness of the Sands around him. Though he might seem shy at first notice, he is certainly not shy about looking around at the Candidates - one at a time, slowly, thoughtfully, calmly. Yet the contained energy shows through, his wings twitching now and again and betraying the storm within.
Eye of the Storm Blue Hatchling
If wind had a color, this hatchling would blend in perfectly with it. As if a light is constantly blazing within, the body of this dragon appears to glow against any background. Blue streaks of lightest cottony blue streamline from muzzle to tail spade. Small whorls, like wind catching up to itself and performing a whirlpool dance, appear sporadically and unexpectedly on the blue-tinged hide. His wings are perhaps the only exception to the blanket of icy coloring. As twilight nears, so does the deepening of the sky; thus are the thinnest sails of his wings dyed. Whereas from muzzle to tail the coloring is light, calm, uneventful, these wings show the zigzags of purple chaos, the torrent of glacier blue rain, even the frothy, storm blown waves of abyss-like midnight blue. Near the eyes there is a slight darkening to the near-white shading, most noticeable when his eyes whirl with darker emotion.
Public Impression Message
Eye of the Storm Blue Hatchling seems unable to decide. He just isn't sure... or is he? After one last look down the line, he plonks himself down matter-of-factly in front of Dakota, crooning up at her as he searches, trying to catch her gaze.
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