A sea of red and orange stretches out across this perfectly oblong egg. Strands of green and brown crawl upwards from the base before erupting in an explosion of vibrant colors. Yellow makes its way into the mix, adding richness to the hues. An airy breathe seems to be whisking the colored dots from their branches, throwing them into the sky in a hazy whirlwind. Eventually they seem to find a home on the gleaming surface that is the other side of the egg. Crystal green stretches out along this aspect of the ovoid, the color shimmering constantly as if assaulted by ripples from each falling speck of color. By some illusion a structure seems to be rising in the hazy distant. Gray stone spires soar upwards, providing a majestic touch to this picturesque egg.
Child of Lighty, Ruler of the Deep Green
This dragon was born from darkness, and it continues to claim her even now. A shadowy green wraps itself around her hide, the color so deep that it calls forth the image of a forest at midnight. But all is not lost. Viridian douses her sharply pointed head knobs and drips downwards. The color continues to spread as dots, like a swarm of fireflies that dances across the murky backdrop of her body. Her colors seem to shift constantly, the rivers of brightness gleaming strongly when she is happy while stygian clouds extinguish that light when she is displeased. This dragon boasts a sharp jawline and even sharper teeth. The deadly points glint from within her draconic maw, displaying a charming yet deadly smile to any that come too close. Her features are softened by large eyes that constantly dance with an array of colors. The hues seems to change at an alarming rate, going from blue to red to yellow within a moment and making it nearly impossible to read her thoughts. Mystery, intrigue, and perhaps a scent of danger seem to surround this dragon. Whether fortunate or unfortunate, the image is only made stronger by her talons. Bands of deep red pulse through a mossy background, creating claws that are more precious than the bloodstones they look so similar to. Her spinal ridges share that same lethal appearance. There are no rounded domes, only the cruel points of gaspeite-like dorsal spines. The dragon's frame is perfectly proportioned and her long, serpentine body hides the very deliberate positioning of each muscle as she walks. There is however, one shortcoming: her left wing. Her right can be called nothing short of brilliant. An emerald sheen covers the structure, shimmering with even the tiniest bit of light to create a mesmerizing picture. The other side claims no such beauty. Color seems to have drained from this wing and its spurs to the point of near translucency. A honeydew sheen coats the sail and tendrils of mint course through it at random. The precious limb provides a light green filter that allows sunlight to shine through, but though it may seem as delicate as the sails of a lacewing it works just as well, and perhaps even better than those of other dragons.