At first, it's hard to make out any kind of definition across the slightly mottled surface of this egg. The shell is blotched with the deep green of trees that never lose their needles in the darkest of places and black or the darkest of browns. Darkness pools along the bottom of the egg, growing and rippling to a ragged edge against a sea of greys and blues cut through with jagged columns of deepest green. Twisting and winding through and over and around all of these amorphous features is a white-grey speckled haze, obscuring something deeper within. The only hint of what might be hidden at the heart of this jungle is a single wisp of gold that winds its way through the trees until it disappears at the center of everything.
Shot from the Storm Bronze
Large – that is the first word to come to mind with this dragon – as every part of his body seems to be cast in oversize proportions. His wide, flat muzzle is tinged orange-bronze, sunset colors spreading upwards, over wide-set eyes and short, stubby headknobs. More golden, dusky hues of the fading sun gather upon the wide shoulders of this bronze, slipping over the leading edges of his wings, the light fleeing before the storm that claims the rest of his body. For, it is upon his wingsails that the storm truly gathers – rusty bronze clouds upon the sails and spars, sweeping over his back, fighting for dominance with the coppery ridges that run the length of his long body. The storms, however dark, bring true brilliance to his body, however, as flashes of gold can be seen across his hide given the correct light, streaks of lightning, perhaps, that ripple with the movement of his muscled limbs and his solid chest, though even that power cannot overcome the ebony of each talon.