This clutch was desced by me. It was part of a larger clutch given to me by N'hn from his Janeway. The theme of the clutch was months of the year. Click here to see the other descs from the clutch.
I've forgotten who desced this clutch. The eggs were given to someone else as I didn't have the time to desc them up myself. If anyone knows who the credit goes to for this clutch, please contact me. Thanks!
This clutch was desced by Zella. The theme was the movie 'The Princess Bride'.
This clutch was part of a larger clutch for the first in what could be a reoccurring theme: a firelizard auction. The actual theme of the clutch was Fairy Tales and Myths.
Mopey moss pads across proportional shoulders, dipping over the firelizard's back to subdue the slumping tail with muted jade. Ivy tendrils wreath her angular head in belated festivities, unintentionally lending the opposite affect. Gloomy, downtrodden, unsatisfied, flawed emerald slinks mournfully around and across, in much the same way as the green mopes, herself.
Rudolph
Light brown, shading from earthen darkness at his tail's tip to a rusty, reddish brown over his muzzle. Oddly shaped headknobs, almost hinting at a forked shape, protrude
prominently from the back of his small head. Rudolph's size can hardly be called impressive, but his small form is fit, his bearing is confident and his
mien is that of a leader.
Sethio
Hazeled chocolate covers lithe form, aged ivory dapples trickling from pointed nose in a line to wingspars, transparent wings like ancient papyrus scrolls. Lyrical movements are aided by graceful lines across the board from nose to thin-tipped tail, muscles toned for precision drilling and acrobatics. Daintily honed claws are polished, glinting almost silver like Belior's rays upon the graceful waters of a black night-time lake. He is a well oiled machine, the Renaissance Man, and he is unstoppable.
Partee
Nutmeg and spice envelopes and frolics over husky draconic frame, the coarse blackness of pepper raining down firelizard's hide like a mist of Between had rolled o'er his body. Visual picture proclaims harsh skin with pepper-freckles, although one can sense he is not so harsh as imagined. Wingsails spread close to these dark shades, too dark to be called translucent, in fact. Burly he is, full of sinew, but graceful in every movement, crafted with precision and care. He is the daredevil, the risk-taker, and the
comedian.
Nishan
Golden wheat striates along supple hide, reddish brown kernels littering haunches in an artistic disarray. Pale cornhusks fill out elongated 'sails, darker lines indicating where one ends and the other begins. Lighter orange kisses smallish 'knobs before trailing down triangular ridges and glossing over a rather chubby tail.
Elan
Burnished reds compete with brilliant yellows and fiery oranges in a mottled pattern, odd leaf formations clearly defined from large and knobby headknobs to thickly tapering tail that fades to black, a root to keep the tree stable. Light reflects and refracts off of the stained glass effects of his mottled wings as he holds them aloft, a happy circumstance that he's more than proud of, prideful neck arching as he awaits adoration.
Skidle
Vivid cornflower blue is highlighted with only the briefest touches of mellowing white, a
never-ending skyscape that speaks of lazy summer days and lemonade on a shaded porch. Sun's heated yellow touches wingtips only briefly, easily overwhelmed by vast azure hues. One lonely fluff of white spots shyly between 'knobs, making its leisurely way across the endless sea of sky.
Monkey
Out of the dark there emerges a hero. Brown flecks cover the skin of this seemingly large brown, warring with streaks of tan on his stomach. Stranger yet, the markings resemble fur. Could this be our
savior?
Cream-pale tan of much-wrinkled hide may be faded and weathered, but the spirit of this aged brown is as playful as the most callous youth. Age has lent subtlety, and the only indication amongst rheumy limns and arthritic joints is the twinkle of wry humor in playfully winked eye. Skin has folded in upon itself, sagging around fragile frame in pallid sepia, and fingersails seldom extend- tired old bones are brittle as hide is faded. Still, there's life within him yet: kindly and ever gentle, the wisdom of a lifetime sparks vital life in the warmth of teasing eye.
desced by Zella
No-nonsense navy, trim and smugly executive, encloaks this smaller blue in highly-trained competence; last vestiges of this calm control vanish, though, in the spatter of horror-struck blue-white that splatters messily across bulbous skull and unmuscled forelimbs. Faced with terrors he's never been prepared for, threatened with tortures he never deserved, this firelizard, once a bold guardian, has collapsed into a state of fearful exhaustion, muddled gray pooling in the folds of drooping wings. Once he held wisdom's keys in capable paw, but the world has proved too much: no solace presents itself to weary, terrified eyes.
desced by Zella
Alien cyan slithers and slickens the thick, muscled length of slimy hide, the horrible scum-scrawled shadows of the depths etched in seaweed and saltwater along his bristling back. Built like a tunnelsnake, stubby legs barely support impressive length of undulating, untruncated torso, which writhes with deadly swiftness along any course; he has no goal but to fill that growling belly, no love but the love of the hunt and that final blood-spattered lunge. Needlebright, fanglike teeth frame a gullet ready for that fatal bite; normally mute, only at the victim's last terrified breath does this monstrous blue release his terrible, blood-boiling shriek.
desced by Zella
Swarthy myrrh darkens towards burnt umber across this little thief's dusky hide while midnight stripes encircle prehensile tail and slather scimitar sharp talons. Djinnic whirlwinds swirl across draping 'sails, the sandstorm pattern engulfing his long, wiry frame. Pure white twists and turns across overly large headknobs, turbaning each within its protective layer.
Vanity marks this mahogany lizard as the flawless shade seeps down from his delicate muzzle to the spaded tip of his tapered tail. Perfection marks his magnificent male form, each muscle graceful in its composition. Possessing a countenance that would make even the angels weep, it is no wonder that he is favored among the gods.
Impish delight peppers this cornflower blue, whirling from chortling curved 'knobs to devilish tailtip in gleeful paisley patterns. Wicked delight edges his small, sharp frame while gossamer pixie wings shimmer with mystical magic. Fairy dust powders his naughty crown and rascally shoulders as mischief dances in childishly large, bejeweled orbs.