The ocean lives upon this large egg, wrapping itself gently around the surface in shades of cerulean and turquoise. Currents of powder blue begin everywhere and nowhere at once, carrying flecks of silver-gold that produce a dull shine and subtly call for attention. But a more brilliant display declares its presence at the base. Blooms of orange and magenta sparkle against their sea-colored backdrop, broken only by branching tufts of yellow and green. The telltale shadows of figures emerge from the thicket of rich foliage, only to disappear the moment they are focused upon. The playful umbrae weave themselves between the hues of their residence, remaining just outside the visible range, just at the corner of the eye. Movement and stillness coalesce in dazzling arrays, assaulting the senses to an almost sickening degree. And yet there remains so much more to be seen. A tide the color of ruby and amaranth seeps down from the apex, both beautiful and deadly as it advances into the tenderly rippling sapphire. Perhaps the day when the never-ending depths of this ovoid are fully explored will never arrive.
Flee Little Pretties…I'm Faster Than Lightning! Hatchling
Dark shadows fall across the hide of this lanky hatchling, forming waves that constantly swell and recede. The hypnotic patterns emanate from the tiny form, drawing in all who set eyes on it for even a moment. Narrowed muzzle drops open in a draconic smirk to reveal a set of razor sharp teeth that glint from the darkness. And yet the expression seems almost friendly. It is, perhaps, the eyes that do not. Large and low-set, the orbs swirl with an amalgam of bright colors. Red and blue intertwine even as green and purple weave themselves between them. Do those eyes ask for a playmate? Do they declare the desire to draw tonight's first blood? It seems impossible to tell. Glowing gray streaks race down the hatchling's back and onto whip-thin tail. Each silver-dipped ridge is tall and curved slightly, as if a series of dorsal fins had been taken from the dolphins and molded onto the hatchling's back. Perhaps the most muted feature of this hatchling is its wings. What at first looks to be strange dull coloring soon presents itself as wrinkles and tatters near the bottom of the wingsails. But as the hatchling stretches to its full length and flares its wings, the promise of glittering jewels presents itself from beneath. The shimmer fades as it moves from wings to legs, finally ending in claws the color of pure obsidian. Light hits the midnight structures, illuminating them from within and creating a glass-like sheen before exiting as a faded beam from the other side. Yet let there be no mistake. Each click that fills the air as talons hit the ground speaks not of delicacy, but of a deadliness just barely contained.
Empress of the Seas Gold
A dull gleam emerges from the frame of this thin and lanky female. Tarnished brass wraps itself carefully around each limb, calling forth the image of antiquated treasure. The image is only reinforced as colors meld into faded sepia and roll down her back. Hypnotic patterns emanate from the dragon's form as the dark tone of her sun-kissed hide swells and recedes, displaying every shade within a spectrum that moves from copper to golden-brown. Bronze and black mix together and drip onto a narrowed muzzle that seems to always be twisted into a draconic smirk. Razor sharp teeth glint menacingly, and yet the expression seems almost friendly. It is, perhaps, the eyes that do not. Large and low-set, the orbs swirl with an amalgam of bright colors that give away nothing about her thoughts. Silver-gold pools around sharply pointed headknobs before forming two glowing streaks that fall to either side of her spine and end only at her tail fork. Each silver-dipped ridge is tall and curved slightly, as if a series of dorsal fins had been taken from the dolphins and molded onto the hatchling's back. Perhaps the most muted features of this dragon are the corten-tinted wings she sports and illusion of an old faded map that appears with them. Her wingsails end in wrinkled tatters whose edges are emphasized by black streaks, as if someone had tried to burn them. But the map could not be destroyed, and the treasure it protected reveals itself upon the underside of her wings. Pure gold flashes brilliantly, interrupted only by lustrous droplets of red and blue that are nothing short of precious jewels. Wingsails glisten like golden doubloons with even the slightest of movements, declaring that this dragon is truly a queen. The shimmer fades as it moves from wings to legs, finally ending in claws of pure obsidian. Light hits the midnight structures, illuminating them from within and creating a glassy sheen before exiting as a faded beam from the other side. Yet let there be no mistake. Each click that fills the air as talons hit the ground speaks not of delicacy, but of a deadliness just barely contained.