Clueless Master Detective Bronze Inqueth
| Clueless Master Detective Bronze Inqueth | |
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| Impressee | T'ack |
| Hatching Date: | 3 June, 2005 |
| Dam: | Ethereal Sunchaser Gold Wynith |
| Sire: | Corineth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:8 |
Tumultuous Tug-of-War Egg contorts above the struggle taking place inside, the outer battle depicted upon egg shell nothing to the frantic and insistent movements of the hatchling fighting to emerge. Bulging and quaking until it can no longer provide adequate containment, the egg shudders in audible surrenders as shards flake off with increasing fervor, leading to utter annihilation of the sands-hardened shell. The only thing remaining in its wake is the Clueless Master Detective Bronze Hatchling.
Clueless Master Detective Bronze Hatchling
Quite nearly the size of a newly hatched queen, this young bronze emerges, unfurling with a deceptive slowness that belies the obvious strength to his well-built form. Stealth is accomplished by the smooth musculature that rounds out his sizeable presence, contouring him in such a way that no awkwardness of bulk is evident. Perched above the supple arch of basil cravated neck is a face composed of shrewdly intelligent eyes and a tapered muzzle set off by smokey serpentine markings piped out of the corners of his mouth. Olive limning traces shadows over his neckridges, trailing down to cloak wing spars and sails in a thatched tweed-like pattern that overlies a classic unsullied bronze that is nearly golden, the pure heart illuminated from under the oppressive shroud of murkiness. Beneath him lurk the substantial limbs to power his searches, be they for lifemate or ought else that interests him, while the spade that tails at a distance behind him twists this way and that leaving no granule of sand unstirred.
Public Impression Message
Clueless Master Detective Bronze Hatchling has taken his turn looking high and low around the sands, attempting to ferret out the solution to the puzzle of his lifemate. Surprising many including the mussy auburn haired lass herself, the young bronze hatchling takes a decided turn and makes a straight-line for the former Healer Hall errand runner. Just as he's about to butt the narrowed tip of his muzzle against the girl's chest in attempt to say, "Here I am!", something catches his attention off to the side. With an apologetic croon to the young woman, the Clueless Master Detective Bronze Hatchling stumbles toward a tall dark haired young man, older than many of the other candidates on the sands. There he is. Case solved.
| Clutch 8 | |
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