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His hide holds the wash of the sea as the storm clouds gather; that somber shadowed hue of gray over cerulean waters. The gray-blue hue dominates his form, lean and lightning quick as it appears, his neck a jagged bolt shaped by the sharp angles of sharp-tined neck ridges before giving way to broad bellowing sides perfect for roaring out a raucous cry. Like his neck, so too is his tail; all sharp angles and jagged edges defined by the ridges that run to the end of his forked tail. However, his tail holds a faintly yellower hue to it, illuminated perhaps, against the stormy blue of the rest of his hide. His wings possess length, narrow and trim across the width of leading and trailing edges. Streaks of darker blue stain his hindquarters, droplets like falling rain that flickers teasingly with each movement he takes.
Egg Name and Description
Eclipsing Gyre of the Cosmologic Egg
There are times when a single object, upon exploding into its existence, becomes in and of itself a transcendental experience. Out of a mass of blackened sapphire and nightshade-blue is birthed one illustrious star, emerging from the whorling nebulae that cloak all in multi-hued arabesques of creation. Eventually, and entirely unbidden, thousands upon millions of flakes of stardust and space-matter dazzle across the surface of this velveteen egg; though the ovoid itself is often stationary, the spiraling burst that characterizes a miniature galaxy occasionally appears to rotate, a slow and nearly imperceptible whirl of elipses that defies all logic. Awe-inspiring and engrossing, it is almost impossible to sense the danger until it is too late. With a creeping, inexorable pull, the supermassive black hole at the galaxy's center guts and drags, darkness personified, infinitely unfathomable. Nothing can live there, and nothing, including light, space, and time can escape it. Fear is all that will be left: cold, trembling, and supernaturally superior.
Hatching Message
Eclipsing Gyre of the Cosmologic Egg ever so slowly starts gravitating onto its side, rocking back and forth as if shifts in the nest of black sand that it has been inhabiting. It does not end there— no, there is work to be done, and this prison to destroy. The hatchling inside fiercely rocks this egg, revolving in circles over and over and yet going no where.
Spinning ever so carefully, Eclipsing Gyre of the Cosmologic Egg relentlessly continues its movements, never ceasing. The star speckled surface of the egg pulsates to each revolution, spider-web cracks forming all over the dark surface. The star implodes upon itself, a dark hole peering into the depths of the egg itself where a claw pokes through, seeking a grip in the thick shell to scratch and tear it apart.
Eclipsing Gyre of the Cosmologic Egg is nearly finished, the hatchling inside desperate to gain access outside with a screeching from within and a tearing of the egg with its claws. It still rocks from the forces within until the shell begins to forms sink holes, pot marking the egg all over the place. The universe begins to collapse in around the desperate hatchling, its creeling echoing out to the grounds which continues even after the egg prison finally drops away to expose the dragonet within.
Impression Message
Dance Through The Storm Blue Hatchling remains seated where he is, staring down helplessly at the remains of his egg. His home, his whole world… Oh well. After mourning the egg for the brief moment he takes off, hopping along the sand and creeling loud enough to echo off the stone, making sure that every single person in that hatching cavern can hear him. He does not quiet at all, growing louder in volume enough to sound like thunder rolling through the cave. Lightning quick, his head swivels about to a lanky boy that had been playing human shield to a shorter candidate. Without hesitating this blue's body snaps that way, tail whip-lashing with loud cracks as he bounds straight for that young man, skidding to a halt with more of a roar than a creel. "Aktzinth! You found me, you don't have to be so /loud/. Fine, fine, call me C'hac, whatever. We better stuff something in that mouth to shut you up first."
Inspiration
The theme for Ista's clutch involves both phobias and philias. Though either could be selected, in the end, the egg was based off achluophobia (the fear of the dark) and the ultimate darkness: a black hole in space. Mind touches, however, hint towards astrapophilia (abnormal affection towards thunder and lightning) and a nature that will perhaps be latent in the dragon itself.
Credits
| Name | Aktzinth |
| Dam | Gold Miraneith |
| Sire | Bronze Zaqalekhth |
| Created By | Egg: S'gam Dragon: Enka |
| Impressee | NPC C'hac |
| Hatched | June 06, 2010 |
| Ista Weyr | |
| PernWorld MUSH | |
