It's an egg only a mother could love, really. I mean, who puts those sorts of colors together? Red, pink, purple, orange, green, and some kind of muddy mess as if the creator mixed all the colors together "just to see what would happen". It's not artfully designed, either. There are no patterns, no defined edges, no artful swirls. It's just a mess of blotches of paint and…is that glitter?
Right Guy, Right Time... Worst Date EVER Blue
Roses are red and this dragon is blue, dressed up to the nines in an indigo hue. Undeniably dapper despite his flaws, his fine-tailored satin hide is a silken smooth suit, shining across the suave curves of his sleek physique. A lustrous glow highlights the thread-fine pinstripes that ripple over his musculature with every step he makes and every breath he takes. The debonair cant of his fine-formed head leaves him dashingly handsome, even taking into account the unusual convexness of his profile, which contrasts the enviable ideality of his just-so headknobs. They are pitch-dark, oil-slicked and shiny, their blackness fading along the faultless ridges that run evenly spaced down his arching neck. The sophisticated shade of his couture hide is broken by a snowy flash on his chest, struck through the centre by an inky silk swathe that runs from breast to sternum - a colour echoed on the sails of his wings, which are not quite exquisitely proportioned for his stately size. Rather, their over-expanse of nightshade blue would seem more at home on a much larger dragon, while their very edges, neat as they are, present ghirardelli whorls to match the wingtip brown of his sizable dark forefeet, the sweetest finishing touch to his elegant ensemble.