A chaos of colors and glistening hues envelops this egg, but not in a single layer. Instead of a neatly wrapped package, this egg's shell seems to be made up of many other wrappings, crumpled, torn and discarded. Colors clash against each other in garish combinations of red, orange, brown, green, purple, yellow, and black. Borders are frayed in some places and sharply divided in others as the colors meet in indistinguishable patterns. It hurts the eyes and yet seems oddly satisfying. Or it'll give you a tummy ache. Take your pick.
Purveyor of Aids to Weyrling Mischievery Blue
The darkest depths of wolfish night are proud to present this lupine dragon. Hidden beneath nightfall's cloak is a figure long-limbed and lithe, with padfoot agility writ into supple muscle and silent steps. Black colours the tip of his muzzle, from which paw-print dapples emerge on a meandering journey, ambling across the handsome planes of his cocky-canted head and the prongs of his 'knobs, then down along the moon-flecked 'ridges that crest the arrogant arch of his neck. From there, they spread across the vastness of his wings, hundreds of thousands of inky prints padding their criss-cross way through the chimerical topography of his translucent 'sails and spars, the tips of which brighten to sweet lupin purple. His rangy physique speaks of swiftness and shenanigans, down to the potter's blue of his gryffinclaws and the dogwood tip of his point-me tail.