Post by Rouxy on Aug 16, 2010 21:47:53 GMT -5
Who: Rozsk, Rozen, Zeek and whoever wants to join them~
Where: Hatching Caverns
When: Late night/Early morning
What: A Clutching!
A large golden form shifted through the inner caverns of the handler's apartments, whuffing and sniffing about in search of something indefinable. A snort was audible proof that the creature was dissatisfied with whatever she'd found, and the golden form backed out of one cavern entrance to sniff her way down the next in line. Dagger sharp claws scratched at the smoothed stone floor as Rozsk inspected every corner of the slightly smaller middle hatching cavern. Her wings twitched up close against her gravid taunt sides as she moved laboriously around, her tail uncharacteristically sweeping the floor.
The gold wher stuck her nose in every corner, and finally gave a faint growl as she rejected the cavern. Shuffling back to the entrance, she headed into the left side cavern and repeated the whole process again in the larger space. She took a gouge of the floor with her claws, pleased with the cleanly swept floor. She abruptly settled against the far wall where the ceiling swept closer to the ground to create a sort of smaller, foot shallow mini-cave in the larger cavern.
Unnoticed at the entrance, Rozen leaned against one side of the cavern wall, her look amused as she watched the finicky gold choose her laying spot. Zeek was curled up around her neck, sleepy at the end of the night and dozing. He sent dreamy, floating swirls of color through her mind, making her sleepy too, but the handler would see the gold settled before she retired for the day. Rozsk had become increasingly proddy and irritable as she grew heavier, and even Rozen's teasing reminders that she'd done it to herself made the gold more eager to blame the brownmale involved in this particular equation than to even contemplate personal blame.
The wher moved and shifted about in her cubby space, circling about one spot in particular before she finally began to lay. An hour later, ten wrinkled wher eggs lay in a loose nesting circle, drying in the cool cavern air. The tired gold wrapped her entire length around the clutch and heaved a deep sigh of contentment, her mind finally finding that of her bonded and brushing against it in a sharing of the moment. The woman smiled her wonderment, content to watch for a while longer as Rozsk began drifting to sleep. The clutch was laid, and her gold was at peace for now. When she woke, all the territorial nature born into her from her wild mother would be drawn to the surface as she became chief protector of her children. Rozen had witnessed it many times before, but she also know Rozsk wanted her children bonded to humanpets, as she was. She'd let properly respectful candidates go through the various steps, so long as they didn't threaten the clutch.
The sun wasn't up yet, but the handler could feel the night catching up with her. Zeek breathed a small sigh against her cheek, a slight puff of air from the sleeping flitter that tickling her slightly. She put a hand up to his warm brown body, cuddling him close as she watched the gold sleep, her sides rising with each breath.
The Holistic Clutch
Yarrow Egg: Small clusters of red, yellow and fuchsia colored speckles are spread randomly about this smallish egg, creating a fairly even distribution on the fairly smooth surface. Each of these spots is backed in green, and the rest of the egg is mainly a clean off-white color. About mid-center to the clutch, this egg doesn't seem too shy, but is generally pleased with everything around it.
Hawthorne Egg: For the most part, this egg is a matte, dull brown color similar to wet mud, or the color of reddish cliffs. Smallish patches of bright white create a nice contrast on this larger egg situated towards the back of the clutch. The entirety of this egg is layered with darker and lighter orange breaking marks that look like the shell is cracking prematurely, but it is merely a trick of the coloration. This dullish egg has a particularly thick shell and the unfortunate hatchling within may eventually find it difficult to break free.
Comfrey Egg: Most of this medium sized egg is a nice, even green color with heavy wrinkles and deep texture. Darker and lighter patches give it an almost living, plantlike quality. Small bursts of purple and pink color dot the shell here and there, and this fairly simple looking egg has a nice feeling to it. It rests near the center of the clutch, companionable and at ease with its clutchmates.
Sage Egg: Very dark in color, this shadowy green egg seems to almost hide among the other eggs, even being smaller in size and nearly dead center of the clutch. The greens are striated across the shell in various patterns that occasionally dip down into near black and soar back up into forest and olive green. Only a handful of very pale lavender swoops and swirls mar the green perfection, and these just barely peek through the overbearing green shapes.
Dandelion Egg: Right at the front of the clutch, this brilliantly butter yellow egg would rival Rukbat in its ability to shine, even though it won't see its rival until its occupant is released. Small, wispy brushes of white that are barely visible against the nearly eye-burning color run around the shell in random patterns, as if blown by the wind. Each wispy shape holds some resemblance to a shooting star leaving a trail across a warm yellow sky.
Valerian Egg: The majority of this egg is a very pale pink, with shallow wrinkles that could almost pass for smooth. Darker shades of purple and fuchsia blossom across this pastel egg like indistinct flowers, and the general effect is very lovely and almost peaceful. Wispy, fern-like patterns of pale green fall randomly about the bottom third of this large egg.
Feverfew Egg: This medium sized egg has deep wrinkles, but a mostly white surface, indistinct marks of an almost grey color overlapping like scales all along the white portions. In almost even distribution about the entire surface, buttercup yellow spots are heavily numbered. Each fist sized dot of color holds a darker nearly orange center that’s created from even smaller orange spots grouped tightly together and gradually spreading thinner as it gyrates outwards.
Stinging Nettle Egg: The shell of this smallish egg is rather peculiar. The deep wrinkles are peaked almost like in tiny spikes. Not sharp enough to hurt anything, they still prickle the skin when touched, generating an interesting tactile sensation. Otherwise, this egg is a simple shade of dark green. It’s slightly apart from its brethren in location, as if either they don’t like to touch it, or the egg itself is too prickly to want anyone near.
Willow Egg: Medium green and an even brown color begin at the top of this egg and seem to fall down the sides all the way to the bottom in a striation effect that seems to shadow the creature within. Spotted here and there, tiny splotches of pale pink and bright yellow bloom randomly without any seeming indication of pattern. Some bunch together, others leave larger spaces of the green and brown pattern to show through. The overall effect is very wispy and it looks like a good wind would actually make the patterns shift from the shell.
Aloe Vera Egg: Perhaps the only egg to rival the Dandelion Egg: in sheer brightness, this medium large egg is brilliant lime green in color. Small strokes of upwards pointing color spread evenly all around the egg make it look almost like it has yellow-green spikes shooting up all over its surface. The shell, however, is rather smooth with only very shallow wrinkles and virtually no bumps, so the effect is merely visual rather than tactile. It rests at ease within the clutch, close to other clutchmates.
Where: Hatching Caverns
When: Late night/Early morning
What: A Clutching!
A large golden form shifted through the inner caverns of the handler's apartments, whuffing and sniffing about in search of something indefinable. A snort was audible proof that the creature was dissatisfied with whatever she'd found, and the golden form backed out of one cavern entrance to sniff her way down the next in line. Dagger sharp claws scratched at the smoothed stone floor as Rozsk inspected every corner of the slightly smaller middle hatching cavern. Her wings twitched up close against her gravid taunt sides as she moved laboriously around, her tail uncharacteristically sweeping the floor.
The gold wher stuck her nose in every corner, and finally gave a faint growl as she rejected the cavern. Shuffling back to the entrance, she headed into the left side cavern and repeated the whole process again in the larger space. She took a gouge of the floor with her claws, pleased with the cleanly swept floor. She abruptly settled against the far wall where the ceiling swept closer to the ground to create a sort of smaller, foot shallow mini-cave in the larger cavern.
Unnoticed at the entrance, Rozen leaned against one side of the cavern wall, her look amused as she watched the finicky gold choose her laying spot. Zeek was curled up around her neck, sleepy at the end of the night and dozing. He sent dreamy, floating swirls of color through her mind, making her sleepy too, but the handler would see the gold settled before she retired for the day. Rozsk had become increasingly proddy and irritable as she grew heavier, and even Rozen's teasing reminders that she'd done it to herself made the gold more eager to blame the brownmale involved in this particular equation than to even contemplate personal blame.
The wher moved and shifted about in her cubby space, circling about one spot in particular before she finally began to lay. An hour later, ten wrinkled wher eggs lay in a loose nesting circle, drying in the cool cavern air. The tired gold wrapped her entire length around the clutch and heaved a deep sigh of contentment, her mind finally finding that of her bonded and brushing against it in a sharing of the moment. The woman smiled her wonderment, content to watch for a while longer as Rozsk began drifting to sleep. The clutch was laid, and her gold was at peace for now. When she woke, all the territorial nature born into her from her wild mother would be drawn to the surface as she became chief protector of her children. Rozen had witnessed it many times before, but she also know Rozsk wanted her children bonded to humanpets, as she was. She'd let properly respectful candidates go through the various steps, so long as they didn't threaten the clutch.
The sun wasn't up yet, but the handler could feel the night catching up with her. Zeek breathed a small sigh against her cheek, a slight puff of air from the sleeping flitter that tickling her slightly. She put a hand up to his warm brown body, cuddling him close as she watched the gold sleep, her sides rising with each breath.
The Holistic Clutch
Yarrow Egg: Small clusters of red, yellow and fuchsia colored speckles are spread randomly about this smallish egg, creating a fairly even distribution on the fairly smooth surface. Each of these spots is backed in green, and the rest of the egg is mainly a clean off-white color. About mid-center to the clutch, this egg doesn't seem too shy, but is generally pleased with everything around it.
Hawthorne Egg: For the most part, this egg is a matte, dull brown color similar to wet mud, or the color of reddish cliffs. Smallish patches of bright white create a nice contrast on this larger egg situated towards the back of the clutch. The entirety of this egg is layered with darker and lighter orange breaking marks that look like the shell is cracking prematurely, but it is merely a trick of the coloration. This dullish egg has a particularly thick shell and the unfortunate hatchling within may eventually find it difficult to break free.
Comfrey Egg: Most of this medium sized egg is a nice, even green color with heavy wrinkles and deep texture. Darker and lighter patches give it an almost living, plantlike quality. Small bursts of purple and pink color dot the shell here and there, and this fairly simple looking egg has a nice feeling to it. It rests near the center of the clutch, companionable and at ease with its clutchmates.
Sage Egg: Very dark in color, this shadowy green egg seems to almost hide among the other eggs, even being smaller in size and nearly dead center of the clutch. The greens are striated across the shell in various patterns that occasionally dip down into near black and soar back up into forest and olive green. Only a handful of very pale lavender swoops and swirls mar the green perfection, and these just barely peek through the overbearing green shapes.
Dandelion Egg: Right at the front of the clutch, this brilliantly butter yellow egg would rival Rukbat in its ability to shine, even though it won't see its rival until its occupant is released. Small, wispy brushes of white that are barely visible against the nearly eye-burning color run around the shell in random patterns, as if blown by the wind. Each wispy shape holds some resemblance to a shooting star leaving a trail across a warm yellow sky.
Valerian Egg: The majority of this egg is a very pale pink, with shallow wrinkles that could almost pass for smooth. Darker shades of purple and fuchsia blossom across this pastel egg like indistinct flowers, and the general effect is very lovely and almost peaceful. Wispy, fern-like patterns of pale green fall randomly about the bottom third of this large egg.
Feverfew Egg: This medium sized egg has deep wrinkles, but a mostly white surface, indistinct marks of an almost grey color overlapping like scales all along the white portions. In almost even distribution about the entire surface, buttercup yellow spots are heavily numbered. Each fist sized dot of color holds a darker nearly orange center that’s created from even smaller orange spots grouped tightly together and gradually spreading thinner as it gyrates outwards.
Stinging Nettle Egg: The shell of this smallish egg is rather peculiar. The deep wrinkles are peaked almost like in tiny spikes. Not sharp enough to hurt anything, they still prickle the skin when touched, generating an interesting tactile sensation. Otherwise, this egg is a simple shade of dark green. It’s slightly apart from its brethren in location, as if either they don’t like to touch it, or the egg itself is too prickly to want anyone near.
Willow Egg: Medium green and an even brown color begin at the top of this egg and seem to fall down the sides all the way to the bottom in a striation effect that seems to shadow the creature within. Spotted here and there, tiny splotches of pale pink and bright yellow bloom randomly without any seeming indication of pattern. Some bunch together, others leave larger spaces of the green and brown pattern to show through. The overall effect is very wispy and it looks like a good wind would actually make the patterns shift from the shell.
Aloe Vera Egg: Perhaps the only egg to rival the Dandelion Egg: in sheer brightness, this medium large egg is brilliant lime green in color. Small strokes of upwards pointing color spread evenly all around the egg make it look almost like it has yellow-green spikes shooting up all over its surface. The shell, however, is rather smooth with only very shallow wrinkles and virtually no bumps, so the effect is merely visual rather than tactile. It rests at ease within the clutch, close to other clutchmates.