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Harlequined in riotous color; a mishmash of cerulean and turquoise jumbles with indigo splotches across the framework of his hide leaving messy trails of azure along the arch of his muzzle, and down the length of his neck. The quirk of neck, tail, legs and wings seems a tangle of too many limbs in too many places, scattered about like toys left to lie about by a lazy weyrbrat. He's a blur of chaos in motion; a cluttered form that can't seem to contain the required focus to make the rest of him work. His long tail seems to curl about itself, coiling and sinuous, taking up space in the confines about him and what free area there seems to be is quickly occupied by gnarled paws, soon crowded out by his lean neck and wide wide wings. In short, while this young dragon has yet to fully sort himself out, he manages to take up quite a bit of space in the process, and will surely be a handful for anyone attempting to clean him up.
Egg Name and Description
Unconditional Stuffed Love Egg
The quintessence of love ruptures like a spewing volcano from the apex of this shell, overflowing with bright pinks and reds that have been squiggled into the shape of a heart. Exposed so openly, the depiction of the heart lies nestled upon an alter of shaggy fur - or the appearance of. Masses of dusty fawn and sorrel are brushed in segmented clumps with dapples of chocolate casting shadows to pronounce the implied fur coating. In one spot on the portly egg, almost buried by the black sands, is a circle not two thumbs wide but clearly made. This circle is curiously coloured with two distinctive rings - the outer ring holds a dazzling auburn, the inside a coal black. The last remarkable detail is a visible hot pink tail of ribbon, intertwined haphazardly in a loop around the base of the egg, snaked between the clumps of fur.
Hatching Message
There. Right there, out of the corner of your eye. That fuzzy-looking Unconditional Stuffed Love Egg might have just shivered, shuddered, or shifted to one side. There is no other sign overall that this egg's hatching is imminent, cradled nice and snug in its nook of sand. It is comfortable in this shell, and it is not about to go changing that anytime soon.
Unconditional Stuffed Love Egg lies. Apparently now is as good a time as any to start hatching. With a shake that tosses off black sand from the top of this tubby egg, the hatchling inside starts pushing and fighting against the confines of the shell. An audible crack resounds across the hatching sands, splitting the whole egg along the top with a gooey spar peeking out. Then it goes still again, taking a breather before the final push that will hopefully tear apart the last of the egg around itself.
Unconditional Stuffed Love Egg remains completely still for a much longer time than before, and it almost appears to have given up. This hatching business is so much hard work. There is not even a twitch left in this egg and were it not for the cracks that line the shell in random, all its shaking could have been imagined. But there, life again! Putting its last bit of strength into a final attack, the shell suddenly bursts open with flying shellbits, the hatchling gracefully faceplanting into the sand.
Impression Message
Hodgepodge Nightmare Blue Hatchling's backlegs keep moving before his forearms can figure out how to pick his face up from the ground, having his snout plow a trench through Ista's black sands. After a few feet of this, his talons finally found the ground and he lifts up, shaking his head while snorting and sneezing sand out of his nostrils. Ack. Sand did not taste good. He's going to need help to get rid of all of this. His hungry eyes scan those white-robed figures, figuring that one of them had the answer to this dilemma. Carefully one leg is set in front of the other, he slowly progresses towards the candidates with wings and tail flailing all over the place. His black sandy snout points first to one girl, then another, and finally pointing right at a little boy hiding in the back. There. Him. Help. "Enorsith? O-of course I'll help you." The boy, originally from Ista Hold and from then on known as little Ar'to, squeezes his way past two taller candidates, dropping to his knees to clean off the blue's face, scared no longer.
Inspiration
Credits
| Name | Enorsith |
| Dam | Gold Miraneith |
| Sire | Bronze Zaqalekhth |
| Created By | Egg: N'kor Dragon: Enka |
| Impressee | NPC Ar'to |
| Hatched | June 06, 2010 |
| Ista Weyr | |
| PernWorld MUSH | |
