Dashing Daredevil Bronze Kenleonth
| Dashing Daredevil Bronze Kenleonth | |
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| Impressee | S'vin |
| Hatching Date: | 3 June, 2005 |
| Dam: | Ethereal Sunchaser Gold Wynith |
| Sire: | Corineth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:8 |
Shadowy Star Stone Egg has hopped, has rolled, and has shimmered. This speckled stony egg has done about everything to brake apart and release its captive inside. Then suddenly the egg splits along the top as a dark muzzle pops into view. A small roar of triumph is called out before the rest of the egg falls away to reveal Dashing Daredevil Bronze Hatchling.
Dashing Daredevil Bronze Hatchling
Metallic shards of colour gleam defiantly, a mosaic of dappled bronze and darkness that caresses this finely chiseled muzzle. Strong lines are defined by a solid brush of displaced amber, a rare patch of light cast amongst the somber darkness. Orbs of multifaceted wonderment whirl ceaselessly, a myriad of colour, proud eye-ridges of copper marking them visibly. The darkness that peaks atop headknobs falls down now, washing over the distinctly muscled neck, barest shards of liquid amber caught in sight, then lost in a pool of dark. Overly large wings sit out of place on this finely featured creature, his small proportions unbalanced wholly by this addition to his frame, wingsails losing to light and flaring in fiery golden ochroid, wing membranes only retaining a semblance of former darkness in the same dappled pattern. Forelegs and haunches bear the same speckled hide, muscles unmistakably shading the contours of each leg, talons deepening at the base to black, unfathomable in it's depths. His tail is short, in keeping with his lesser size, spherules of bronze halting abruptly at tail-tip and spiraled into the final sparks of sun-kissed gold.
Public Impression Message
Dashing Daredevil Bronze Hatchling seems to have gotten ahead of himself again. He has somehow charged through the line of candidates in front of him. Stopping just short of running out to the bowl, the bronze blinks a few times and then lets out a slightly confused coon. Turning his head, he gives the boys behind him a long puzzling look, or more one boy in particular, a tall, grayed-eye, blond haired boy. After wait patiently for a few moments, bronze gives a small draconic sigh and marches straight back to his grayed eyed candidate and begins to nudge his chosen impatiently.
| Clutch 8 | |
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