Valiant Mouse Brown Duerth
| Valiant Mouse Brown Duerth | |
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| Impressee | Lexiana |
| Hatching Date: | 26 September, 2004 |
| Dam: | Belevolent Twilight Gold Niyath |
| Sire: | Dowanth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:5 |
The Wind in the Willows egg, after all its violent tumbling, rolling, and shaking, finally seems to have its act together. It makes one great bounce, then bursts open as it lands, sending shards flying pell-nell everywhere and leaving its occupant to sprawl out ungracefully on the sands. Heads up, candidates!
Valiant Mouse Brown Hatchling
He is small, he is sleek, and he is compact. Everything about this young dragonet is about agility and nothing about power. Lithe and skinny, his color is a rare hue, a grayed mouse brown that makes for a smooth and even pattern along his hide. Subtle markings of darker browns form short streaks all down his body, flowing in one direction like a supple fur coat from head to tail, while paling to an almost completely grey color along his chest and underbelly. His legs are a bit on the short side, and yet they provide him with quick movement; each is abrupt and calculated, and often his walk is more like a scurry over the ground. Each finger and toe ends in long, delicate pink claws, a pale, barely-noticeable hue that also tips the end of his rounded nose. A long, skinny, whip-like tail and large, floppy grayed wings give him a bit of a goofy appearance, though many might describe such as 'cute' -- such is further accented by innocently rounded facial features, large eyes, and tiny rounded headknobs.
Public Impression Message
Once he's recovered from his latest blunder, the Valiant Mouse Brown Hatchling climbs back to his feet and hastily tries to gather his composure. He's getting desperate now, gazing longingly at all the candidates, creeling in frusteration. Why can't he find the one he's looking for? Why must it be so hard? He's trying his best here, and yet...There comes a sudden pause, as enlightenment washes over his gentle features. Bugling excitedly, he dashes over towards a girl, trips over his tail, and rolls across the sand with loud squawks of protest, sending candidates scattering everywhere. When his momentum finally dies, he's left lying there at Lexiana's feet.
| Clutch 5 | |
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