Glamorous Impassioned Green Irelith
| Glamorous Impassioned Green Irelith | |
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| Impressee | Maelyan |
| Hatching Date: | 21 July, 2002 |
| Dam: | Jenryth |
| Sire: | Dzurath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw18 |
| Egg Credit: | G'dron |
Steward's Image Egg
This medium sized egg sits at the edge of the clutch, its sandy nest making it lean in toward the others as if it were trying to listen to what they had to say. The shell is colored a swirling mass of purplish shades from light yet nauseating grayish purple at the top to deep and mysterious bluish purple at the bottom. Only at the very tip of the egg does the purple give way to bone white, the smile of an unctuous and oily steward.
A beautiful young green dragon emerges from the remnants of the Steward's Image Egg.
Glamorous Impassioned Green
This little dragonet is the very picture of beauty. Every line of her body perfectly proportioned to the next. If a Harper were to sing of a physically perfect green dragonet, this would be that song come to life. She moves in an almost unreal fashion, her shimmering green hide gleaming. Her neck and tail are long and graceful and she seems very much in control of herself, or at least as much as a dragonet can ever be. Her smooth hide is highlighted by a soft golden hue running down the ridges of her back and the tips of her wingsails pale to a frosty white at the very edges. As she looks at the world around her, she seems to have a tendency to tilt her wedge-shaped head upward, almost as if looking down her nose at everyone and everything that doesn't rise to her lofty standards.
Public Impression Message
Glamorous Impassioned Green lowers her wings slowly as her head remains raised and canted to the side. They finally fold back, but still drag lightly in the sand, and she finishes moving forward. The last two meters between her and the candidates are crossed and she right away sticks her muzzle into the face of one young lad. Staring at him for a moment she snorts and draws back, giving a, 'RREEEeeee!' And turning away with a flick of her tail. Dismissal is obvious and immediate as she continues down the line. But wait, what was that? A glimmer of darkness amongst the ranks of the white. Quicker now she moves forward her gaze still that swaying and rocking as if moving to music, tail flicking behind her.
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