Black, blacker, blackest… this egg is striking both in simplicity and contrast. Most of the smooth shell is a depthless shade of pure black, except for where it’s not. Stark, clear-cut lines carve into that darkness, lit from beneath with hues of yellow and orange like the flickering of flame. Shapes take form, some dulled as though just cut from the surface to allow minimal light through, while others provide clear glimpses within. All come together in a creative illusion of… something. Is that an eye, perhaps? Or a grinning mouth of some fantastical beast?
Wrong Kind of Witch of the Wilds Green
She is a big, bold green dragon. Acid-wash highlights the fine bones of her head, seeps its way down the long, long length of her neck. The rest of her limbs are unassailably accounted for, each ghosted over with eldritch wisps of glow-light green: the deceptive delicacy of dainty forelimbs, the wicked width of wings that drape over powerful haunches, the long, long length of her tail alike. All points converge on the solid bulk of her bracken-green body, its shadows untouched by fey-light, but be assured: though her core is dark, she is no six-limbed flying existential void. Alas, that she is so emphatically corporeal: no swamp-gas’d spirit of enuui here. Just a big’n wide, long’n tall, superlative green dragon.