No More Gasping For a Breath Brown Paszenifth
The brown, an excellent example of one, sizes in fully at around thirty-four feet in length. He is a large brown in every sense of the word. He is wide, some even would dare to call him, ah, overweight. Well, it certainly doesn't matter if the brown is overweight, because he is goddamned beautiful. His head and upper half of his torso is a milky chocolate color, and the bottom half including his tail looks like sweet caramel. His wings, though, are the kickers. Large and thickobviously to keep him up in flight, because anything less than that and he'd drop like a stonethey showcase a marvelous gradient between a deep soil color to a light, almost bronze-looking hue at the edge of the wingtips. He may have girth to him, but this brown is splendid to look at. Now, just because he is heavy doesn't mean he is without muscle, he is packed full, and shards, muscle or not he would be something to stand up to.
Ref
Provided at hatching:
And My Running Feet Could Fly Egg
Hatching Messages
Everything had been going on far too peacefully. A blasted green had hatched first, and things were going far too well for such a bad omen. Shards, there hadn't been any chaos yet! Even with the ayizan and anaisa pye's out on the Sand! A dark claw appeared from the hurried hole dug from the side of the i am the patron saint of lost causes egg. What sprawled into the sand was a large dragon, large enough to really strike a chord of fear into those watching. It wasn't the dark coloration, the black of over the face and down the throat of the beast, or the purple markings splattering over the wings. The really scary thing was, well, the fact that this nothing was left but hope or desire dragonet was the size of a newly-hatched bronze.
The Kriminel.
He staggered from the shell, swinging his wedge-shaped head back and forth. He was looking for something, that was certain. One of the first hatchlings to emerge, the come on and wash these shores away blue noticed this, and at once he moved to the candidates then. Nosing around, he didn't realize he was about to run a poor boy over. In an attempt to stop himself from colliding, the hatchling had instead stuck his claws out—much like a human would when bracing for an impact. Dragon claws, however, aren't as soft as fleshy fingers. Unluckily it was Oskarion and his leg that was in the way of the come on and wash these shores away hatchling. The dragonet was severely spooked, and it's running legs toppled it head-first into the sand. The beast looked up, finding the Kayana before him. "Oh Roslunth! No, no he won't."
The scent of blood was now cooking on the Sands. Blood. Now, whether it was curiosity or some other factor, it certainly caught the attention of nothing was left but hope or desire. His head swung towards the bleeding individual, and at once he started snaking his way through the eggs to get to him. A clumsy bumpfor all hatchlings are rather disproportionate look and clumsy, come now, they haven't been walking on those legs for longknocked the we were the phantoms of ourselves egg.
The egg rolled a bit, the large shell cracking across the brown markings that splattered it. Bets that that was a bronze, well, shards, they were wrong. the dragon that spilled out was a creamy brown. maybe the children of a lesser god, although much smaller than nothing was left but hope or desire, clearly had no problem walking before him, blocking his way and beating the dragon to the bleeding boy. O'rion, you are hurt? How badly? How can Riksivyth help?
The next egg neatly split open, and a white, yellow-splattered head peeked out of the edge of the each drop spreads and spells a passage shell. Yes! Good! Out in the open! The scraping cheeks with your passionless lips beast wriggled free, showing that, at least regarding the colors in that hide, it would be also an ayizan. The dragon bounded forwards, slipping between the eggs and loosing it's gangly balance in the sands. The scraping cheeks with your passionless lips ayizan was sprawled on the ground, sand covering most of it's features.
Now, the next few events happened in a blur. The nothing was left but hope or desire dragon stepped forwards, the claws of it's feet tearing into the wing of the scraping cheeks with your passionless lips ayizan below it. It's unsure if it was accident or purpose that the kriminel dragon continued over the rest of the hatchling in a flash, leading it torn and ribboned behind him. A wail sharply rose from the throat of the scraping cheeks with your passionless lips, and perhaps it was an act of instinct that caused the dragonet to flail about before managing to get off of the ground at least a smidge.
It was gone. It took less than a blink, and the only remnants of it were the two halves of it's neat egg and the blood staining the sands and the nothing was left but hope or desire's claws. Gone.
A keen rose from some of the dragon's on the ledge, again, moved my instinct to mourn the loss of a dragon.
During that heart-wrenching sound blasting through the Hatching Grounds, it was the no more gasping for a breath brown that moved forth, almost pairing in step with the you clicked your heels and wished for me dragonet who also joined the male to survey those boy candidates. The brown moved then, nosing forwards and pressing his muzzle against the hip of the boy before him. A'kali, don't listen to the crying. This is not sad, this is good. All of this is good. He rubbed his head closer in, as if maybe burying his head in that robe would hide the sight of the Sands. Paszenifth hungers. It was a slight request, more a beg than a demand than anything else.
The you clicked your heels and wished for me stopped rather abruptly, as if some passing thought had tickled the dragon's attention to turn towards him. Ignore? He snorted, looking S'dri rather boldly in the eye. No, you don't get to ignore me, not Weskronth. The dragon, although the tone was demandingand most certainly malewas tinged with a bit of, ah, was that hurt?
Impression Message
During that heart-wrenching sound blasting through the Hatching Grounds, it was the no more gasping for a breath brown that moved forth, almost pairing in step with the you clicked your heels and wished for me dragonet who also joined the male to survey those boy candidates. The brown moved then, nosing forwards and pressing his muzzle against the hip of the boy before him.// A'kali, don't listen to the crying. This is not sad, this is good. All of this is good. He rubbed his head closer in, as if maybe burying his head in that robe would hide the sight of the Sands. //Paszenifth hungers. It was a slight request, more a beg than a demand than anything else.
Personality
This brown dragon is a rolling ball of love, really, but oh is he touchy about being perceived as a bit on the bigger side! It's not like he's not active, oh no, Paszenifth is incredible active, almost as if he moves more he'll somehow reverse his genetic code that makes him wide. The dragon loves the thrill of debate, and often takes the opposite stances on issues simply because he can, and because he'd like to see what his rider would do when presented with that option. Well, his rider is eccentric, and although the brown may write off his tendencies as being strange or bizarre, he is insatiably curious about them. Of course he'd never admit that last bit out loud, oh no! He berates him enough for being strange, if he was to seem interested in it, oh he probably wouldn't hear the end of the whole ordeal! And besides, Paszenifth is supposed to be the one who does that.
Information Provided at Hatching
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name}} Paszenifth
bond}} A'kali
color}} brown (d06e15)
gender}} male
egg}} and my running feet could fly
dragonet}} no more gasping for a breath
description}}
The brown, an excellent example of one, sizes in fully at around thirty-four feet in length. He is a large brown in every sense of the word. He is wide, some even would dare to call him, ah, overweight. Well, it certainly doesn't matter if the brown is overweight, because he is goddamned beautiful. His head and upper half of his torso is a milky chocolate color, and the bottom half including his tail looks like sweet caramel. His wings, though, are the kickers. Large and thickobviously to keep him up in flight, because anything less than that and he'd drop like a stonethey showcase a marvelous gradient between a deep soil color to a light, almost bronze-looking hue at the edge of the wingtips. He may have girth to him, but this brown is splendid to look at. Now, just because he is heavy doesn't mean he is without muscle, he is packed full, and shards, muscle or not he would be something to stand up to.
personality}}
This brown dragon is a rolling ball of love, really, but oh is he touchy about being perceived as a bit on the bigger side! It's not like he's not active, oh no, Paszenifth is incredible active, almost as if he moves more he'll somehow reverse his genetic code that makes him wide. The dragon loves the thrill of debate, and often takes the opposite stances on issues simply because he can, and because he'd like to see what his rider would do when presented with that option. Well, his rider is eccentric, and although the brown may write off his tendencies as being strange or bizarre, he is insatiably curious about them. Of course he'd never admit that last bit out loud, oh no! He berates him enough for being strange, if he was to seem interested in it, oh he probably wouldn't hear the end of the whole ordeal! And besides, Paszenifth is supposed to be the one who does that.
Clutch Siblings (PC)
(12) blue you've got a riot on your hands Krollinoth to NPC
(14) green the sunrise is just over that hill Zernasth to Tanst
(16) green i wonder where all the porn stars go Villoth to S'kai
(25) green we were such terrible liars Lesioth to NPC
(03) ayizan a quiet desperation's building high Serfinoth to Echo
(06) anaisa pye with quiet words, i'll lead you in Hermisith to Torena
(24) blue come on and wash these shores away Roslunth to Kayana
(18) brown maybe the children of a lesser god Riksivyth to O'rion
(10) brown no more gasping for a breath Paszenifth to A'kali
(09) anaisa pye you clicked your heels and wished for me Weskronth to S'dri
(11) green spin faster shouting out loud Kirnsth to R'kald
(04) blue work and play is never okay to mix Bakktenith to NPC
(05) bronze would you have loved me either way Mercisuth to B'dent
(17) blue sick of all the act sincere Lansvith to Shi'ka
(23) kriminel nothing was left but hope or desire Chaaryuth to K'tet
(19) green leave all your love and your longing behind Zhorcanth to Breaerin
(20) bwa chech 'cause it's time for them to be scared of us Ansath to J'ni
(02) green i've been dying to reach your fire Nemnaresth
(13) bronze of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts Dularith to A'lo
(01) gold i'm snagged by a nervous twitch and cold desire Braezath to Marabee
(08) green we are the angry and the desperate Sornecsth to Fallyn
(21) brown wounds to heal and cracks to fix Tsuvowth to Ma'lir
(22) bacalou come on, it's time for something biblical Dihnnheth to L'neaux
