Stretched and strained over an eerie agitation of blazing greens and ghostly shadows are vivid threads of improbable light. Maybe not so much light, though, as a pearlescent absence of the sickly palette beneath, bright against its darkness. The pale filaments swarm together, coiling into a tangle of knots, before crawling their way across the surface of the egg, twisting into the next swarm with a glow of spectral affliction threatening to taint that perfect white.
Drag Your Clan to Glory Brown
A hulking mass of carved, aged sandstone, this brown is as far removed from lithe and sleek as one of his kind could possibly get. Reddish brown coats most of his rough looking hide, where it only fades to dusky taupe over his blunted muzzle. It sweeps up over his wide spaced and heavy features, down over squared, thick jowls and to his throat and beyond to the curve of his underside. Umber and slate overlay like plates of heavy armor, giving further illusion that he is a creature of raw power. The beginning of this armor starts by capping his already huge, broad head and blunted head knobs above, then leading on to his short, thick neck and down over his back and over each limb. Brutish in looks and just downright ugly in others, he’s barrel chested to the point that he is heavy-set in the front but balanced and supported by stocky, muscled forelimbs, and powerful strong haunches. His wings are as wide and broad as he is but suited for a beast his size, even with a tail that is shorter and thicker than it ought to be but not to the point of imbalance. In essence, he is a winged armored tank, a brown of formidable strength and stamina and just about unstoppable.