Shimmering Coppersalt Green Xylianth
| Shimmering Coppersalt Green Xylianth | |
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| Impressee | Akeylah |
| Hatching Date: | 19 July, 1998 |
| Dam: | Lrisseth |
| Sire: | Penath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:ftw7 |
The Melting Spring Snow Egg spins about on one end, picking up speed before it drops down and fractures one side of the shell with a loud *thump*. A small, triangular head pokes through the fracture, a triumphant warble accompaning the final splitting of the shell into two pieces that fall to either side of the hatchling.
Shimmering Coppersalt Green Hatchling
The general hue of this tiny green is, well, odd. There is little or no organic green in this hide, nor does it have any of the subdued tones one might find along the seashore. Rather this hatchling's skin is colored more along the lines of the rare metallic salts unearthed from the deepest of the smithcraft's mines, a bold, vibrant and almost shimmering copper-green ranging over her muzzle, neck sides, back and wingtops. This already bright color is intensified even more with near-yellow jagged streaks, splitting and rejoining like lightning bolts from her collarbone cross and partially down the tops of her legs. The tones under her are more subdued, but only barely, shifting from a lime-green along the breastbone rearwards, darkening into a deeper green roughly the shade of the eyes of the vtols that buzz so annoyingly at late summer gathers. All of these various hues seem to contest for predominence in her tail, swirling and intermixing in the most bizarre combinations, overblazened with the same lightning-streaks from her back. At length, the initial muzzle's coppersalt-green emerges victorious at the tip of her tail, completing a symphony, albeit a brash one, of vibrant, energetic green. In all, an exceptionally striking and very unique little lady, this one!
Public Impression Message
Shimmering Coppersalt Green Hatchling seems to swell at Lrisseth's croon, her whirling eyes moving to look over the white-clad candidates. She hop-stumbles forward determinedly, heading straight towards a small knot of girls. What now indeed!
| Clutch ftw7 | |
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