Clutch:22
Clutch 22
Dam Gold Zeraeth
Sire Bronze Teimyrth
Theme Space
Number of Eggs 8
Clutching Date May 15, 2018
Hatching Date June XX, 2018

Life Giving Destroyer Egg

Burning bright this egg is covered in rippling flame. Intense reds and oranges ripple and bubble in a beauty that one darn not touch. Waving heat blurs parts of the surface, and not all seems the fault of the sands underfoot. Deceptive dark spots might draw one to thinking of safety amongst this flaming bright large egg, but they are only dark in comparison to the heat surrounding them. A heat, a warmth of life giving breath, as long as one is not to close. For to close and one will achieve but the same destruction as any creature drawn to close to flame. A torturous plight as any drawn to beauty is warned and yet ever burned over and over again the tale plays. Flares sprout, the etching upon the surface which is actually flat and perfectly smooth, seems as if the arcs of flame are tossed above that deceptive surface.

Mind Touches

Burning Desires creeps out in thin tendrils at your touch. It is as if fingers of warmth slowly wend themselves up from your fingertips, about your wrists and up your arms. A growing awareness of something… else follows. The sense of another so strange and alien, like to completely different worlds coming in to contact. Slowly the awareness grows, a trickle of curiosity that licks at the outer edges of your thoughts in fiery reds and deep ambers. Unfortunately, that feeling at your fingertips continues to grow in warmth as well until it becomes uncomfortably intense and draws your attention away to see that the shell you are before has not truly burst into flames as well.

Burning Desires slips up your physical being, the warm tendril drawing up the hairs along your arms upon their invisible touch. The warm hues splash against your thoughts with less hesitation than before and bring with them glimpses of deeper desires. Of one with burning passions to latch on to something, something not yet defined but to which it will become with all its being. Something good perhaps, the desire of an explorer, the curiosity of a new child, or the passion of a lover? It could just as well turn out upon darker paths. The shadowy nibbles in the exploration of pain, the hunger of dominance so many ways this one could go, could be directed? Such desires so open to influence brush upon your thoughts, seeking a glimpse into this one that brushes up against its own world. Just how will you respond to such an advance, what sort of influence will you be?

Burning Desires curls around your mind almost as if it has already settled in. Home is but a step away in the familiarity you bring as you grace its presence with your own. Heat rippled reds and ambers flow from it but the physical burning is diminished from prior visits into a comforting glow of warmth that might bring life rather than take it beneath some conflagration. The passion of its desires glow as bright, slowly beginning to take shape as it experiences more of the world. It's still too soon to say quite where this will lead, and for the moment it has settled into curiosity, lapping heatless flares into your memories to see what it might tease out for better, or worse.

Hatched

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Exhausted Explorer Egg

The steely hull of some tired vessel has settle upon the sands. It seems both entirely out of place and a perfect fit for the dark grains that it now nestles within. This is no newly fabricated vessel, no shiny bright fresh off the line speedster. No, one could think it perhaps was on the edge of having crashed into the sands rather than settled for the pot marked and scarred surface that is showing. A credit to its pilot, or perhaps that is what is now missing in the lonely empty feeling it exudes. What tales it must have to speak of! Where did that line of rusty craters originate from? How did that dark cobalt streak scar its far surface? Whom might draw out these tales or is it left to harper's to weave from their imaginations what adventures this sad settled hulk has seen. Is this but the end, or perhaps a new beginning.

Mind Touches

Boldly Going nowhere you find yourself in sudden darkness, floating senseless and but for the lack of chill you might consider this much as one's imagination of between. From that darkness blossoms the barest speck of a star, quickly followed by another, and another. The pinpricks of light quickly stretch and flicker off beyond your vision as if you've started to move and hurtle through this suddenly grand space while at the back of your mind an odd set of chords echoes in an addictive tune that you can't entirely grasp before everything is suddenly cut off as your fingertips lose contact with the hardening shell.

Boldly Going somewhere, you think as you are plunged back into starlit darkness. Wide, vast open space streaks past at unimaginable speed into something of a dream. You burst through a bright gaseous nebula, vibrant in hues of purple and cerulean within which newly born and birthing stars burn brightly. Veering off to one side the world darkens again traversing as you are drawn along a wild ride with growing excitement. What's over here, what's over there? A whole lot of nothing punctuated by brief moments of color and awe in the diversity the universe offers before it slips so fast that it escapes your thoughts and leaves you breathless upon the dark burning sands.

Boldly Going where neither of you have been before. A catchy eerie tune thrums in the background as you zoom through places as diverse as the imagination. Silver blurs from the thoughts of this one as it pushes and pushes you both above and beyond. Until everything blurs together into a blinding, brilliant light and the scene vanishes, the sounds ceases… roll title screen! Now let the real action begin!

Hatched

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Quiet Kiss of Oblivion Egg

It's hard to focus upon this object. Perhaps it is because it is so far away from viewing, or maybe it is due to its strange makeup. Indeed, it seems less any one thing than a multitude of a million billion zillion countless specks of icy grains orbiting some invisible central point within. This strange sort of quiet cloud of objects thins out at the apex of the narrower end of the shell. Not as if the end is somehow protruding this strange phenomenon, but as if a lens has been applied and you get a closer peek. Veiled beauty is revealed in a fuzzy gaseous ball. Even up close clear definition eludes, but from that ball is stretched a wispy trail that glistens in breath stealing beauty.

Mind Touches

Lonesome Beauty drifts closers to your thoughts. Icy hues range from sky blue to near white as this one deals you a glancing blow. There I little harm in its intent, and if anything, one might say little intent at all. It simply drifts along to where life will take it, coursed by the pull of gravity and the occasional collision with another shifting its course. Some tiny part of it finally recognizes your presence, the merest whiff of consciousness in an otherwise dark oblivious void. Is it supposed to care? There is more than chill to its mental coloration as it drafts farther away only before the last gasp of separation is there a flicker of challenge, dare one to follow.

Lonesome Beauty continues on what seems an endless journey, circling your thoughts at a distance which seems so visibly near and yet the harder you reach toward it the farther away it can be found to be. Tiny jets of silver and white sparkle in the stream of light from a not too distant star sending thoughts into a spiral before settling again looking outwards. A trail of beautiful glittering particles follows where it has been, and even as you reach to grab the tail this one teases you with it melts under the heats of the sands and your vision settles back to staring at the fuzzy ovoid before you.

Lonesome Beauty dances delicately in the vast oblivion that surrounds. It seems like this one is a solo act as it follows a path not of its own choosing but of what the universal laws demand. Veils of ice drift along behind it like a delicate bridal train, wispy and nebulous as fuzzily defined as its shell's surface the more one concentrates the less one can truly focus upon it. There is a forlorn calling from the touches of frost that do reach you. A loneliness, a need to be fulfilled although where exactly its path will bring it is as unclear as it knowing that the path is already laid and it has but to follow.

Hatched

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To The Edge of Yesterturn Egg

The darkness of Igen's sands appear to have been pranked by the Weyr's youngsters. In one particular patch the obsidian sands are splattered by a mix of paint-like dots. The majority seems to run from lemon to tangerine in hue, but there are tinier dots in icy blues, or blood hued reds found within the mix. There is otherwise no discernable pattern as some of the markings cluster and others are a bit more spread out. With closer inspection one will notice that the markings actually arc away from the darkness and indeed these are marking upon a shell and not so the sands themselves. How long has this egg been hiding so for it seems so much farther distant than any of the others that it might belong to a former clutch of yesterturn rather than today.

Mind Touches

Cosmic Yearnings reaches out slowly, languidly, unhurried. A creeping dark mist it may be mysterious, but it is mostly harmless. It swells slowly upwards, as if the effort might be more than it can handle, or wants to invest, it's hard to tell. Like a dream it envelops, drifting you to some higher plane amidst its misty visage. Blue and green, purple and reds blossom faintly from the dark as it begins to probe the edges of your thoughts. Most notably lacking is a sense of curiosity, if anything it seems more a sense of duty, as if it truly must extend itself to this task but its attention, its true yearnings seem focused elsewhere and distracted it fades.

Cosmic Yearnings returns in a dark misty swell, enveloping you in a fog that both contracts and expands your world. No longer are you stuck upon those sharding hot sands, but off to someplace, somewhere else, pushing a boundary you aren't quite sure how to define, reaching with a surprisingly strong yearning for a distant very tiny red spot. Against the darkness it both stands out and fades away. A trick of the eyes, or mind, or as real as anything else in this endless void. The spot suddenly pulses, there, you can just make it out if you strain your eyes and squint a bit with your head tilted just *so*.

Cosmic Yearnings laments in a sad swirl of obsidian and deep navy. It just cannot seem to reach what it desires, what its heart and soul yearn for. Almost mournful and moping it circles about you in a slow erratic pace, the flare a nebula to your left, the swirl of a supernova to your right. It slips by in an icy shower of comets pounding the edges of your mind in a wistful hope that eludes as you reach for it vaporizing back to the hot reality of the black sands beneath your feet.

Hatched

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Give Me Some Space, Baby Egg

Color swirls flamboyantly across this not so subtle ovoid's shell. Playful and fun the colors brighten what might have otherwise been a fairly plain black background. Instead there is an explosion of magenta across the smaller end, spreading out in nebulous curls of a slowly outstretching paw. Or the bright mix of lemon, tan and carnelian that swirls somewhat opposite as if drawing one into another dimension of time, space and fun! A mix of artistries dash and splatter here and there as if while within the same theme the occupant didn't quite settle upon a single artist's inspiration. In the end perhaps there are too many ideas clogging the surface and vying for attention that one thinks this egg might just need a little bit of space to sort itself out.

Mind Touches

Let's Have Some Fun, Baby speaks a low voice, a teasing challenge in its simplicity. Colorful thoughts roll into yours own. If complexity is what you are looking for, this isn't it! Instead it is more like chaos. Fun, FABULOUS, chaos. Hello world, Hello Star, Hello Ship! Hello cat… I'm not a cat! The thought escapes randomly. Hmm, what exactly are you then? There is a pause, as if momentarily it manages to focus your way with an eh? Sort of question, sort of look.

Let's Have Some Fun, Baby spins and spins until the world stretches into noodles of color splashed upon a background of bright pink and yellow and green. Wheee it kerplops itself into a mentally different universe and tries to be suddenly serious. Well now, is there a conversation to be had at this waystop in another dimension? A topic, any topic and from your thoughts is plucked the first thing to mind. Food! Basic, necessity of course, and wouldn't one search for food ever so perfect. That might be a grand adventure as it wets its appetite into your food-y memories before the tug and pull of time runs out like a clock hitting the midnight hour. Ding, the world unspins as colorfully and plunks you back into that selfsame spot you were simply settled before the flamboyantly colored egg.

Let's Have Some Fun, Baby skips ahead. Who wants to read the middle of a book anyways, the ending is what it's all about! Right, baby? Of course that also assumes one bothers to actually /read/ as well, but such minor details are waved off into that final chapter where the end turns out to be the beginning of the end of the beginning. Ugh, nevermind. See, this is why it doesn't read, just thinking that makes its brain hurt. It wants something more playful, more fun more rewarding. Perhaps it should go hunt something down. Yeah, it's totally serious! Watchout, baby!

Hatched

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The Lone Wanderer Egg

Surprisingly large this egg glitters against the dark sands. It drifts through that dark oblivion on no particular course under the gentle nudging of its dam. It seems rather round in comparison to other eggs, but instead of warmth, it exudes a chill from its frozen appearing surface. Regardless of the baking temperatures of the dark sands, not a drop of the ice melts or shows any sign of yet revealing the soft pulse of life that grows within. That breath of life is cradled deep beneath the ice cracked surface, beneath the dirty edges of vast canyons that end in as solid a bottom as the top one starts from. Or perhaps those are grains of the hatching ground sands sticking to the surface reducing what might shine in otherwise bright purity to a large dirty snowball.

Mind Touches

Steadfast Explorer is a solid wall that you run into. What might be normally an 'oh pardon me' moment is entirely different in the plane of awareness where the collision occurs. Or not so much collision as you run into it and come to full screeching stop. It looms large against your thoughts, a veritable wall that for the moment seems oblivious of your presence. It is so enormous one might consider it to be quite grand, only it isn't exactly so. It simply is large and unmoving, and as you focus a bit one gets the sense of dirty icy brown and blue to see as far as one can perceive in any direction in front above or below you. Not exactly grandiose material.

Steadfast Explorer shifts its gigantic bulk. Oh look it DID notice you! The feeling of something so enormous suddenly coming to focus upon the pinprick of your consciousness may be a bit too much for some. There isn't any wrath in the inspection, thankfully. There is curiosity and questions galore. Who are you? What are you? And why are you just so gosh darn small?!?

Steadfast Explorer sweeps you along like a parent to child, settling you about its neck so you can peek beyond at what lies in front. If this one seems to ginormous, it is tiny in comparison to the universe that stretches out beyond. Ah, you can sense a barely held excitement. Yes, that great beyond. Look at how much lays before to be discovered, ever moon to be spun to see the other side, a sip from every watery world to quench the explorer's thirst and to orbit a burning start as one might sit about a campfire keeping ones toes toasty.

Hatched

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When Stars Collide Egg

An eruption of color flares to life upon the apex of this glistening midnight blue egg, vibrant in hue and violent in intensity. Illuminating cirrostratus clouds of fluorescent violet and gold blush over the darkness, sparkling with tiny flecks of metallic light as tendrils extend their reach around the surface. The same tiny metallic flecks sparkle in the void, like a night sky filled with millions of distant stars. Stars that dim and vanish as they reach lower and lower to the sand cradled base. To reach out and touch those far away lights would leave one disappointed, as the shell is as smooth as glass under one's fingertips.

Mind Touches

Stellar Evolution engulfs you in searing red, blocking out the light of the stars and Rukbat as it grows. You didn't need to see now, did you? Don't worry, there's nothing to see here! Just a force to be reckoned with expanding rapidly, taking out any obstacles that fail to move out of it's way. That's all, really! Just ravenous and hungry for more that what you are. There's no room here, it grows and you grow with it. Comfortable in your old skin? You won't be for long. It's time for a change, and change is what it wants. Change is what YOU get.

Stellar Evolution sends out a powerful shock wave, rattling your very existence under the unrelenting force of utter destruction from within. That old you? That was crushing under the weight of of your old ways, of the expectation inflicted upon you. Time to break free, time to expand into new experiences! New thoughts, new ideas, death and rebirth into something greater. Powerful. Formidable. Something has to give, something has to be sacrificed and the existence you once thought was finite is now carried off into a blinding wave of light. Colder, darker, into the silent black where it finally fades beyond distant memory.

Stellar Evolution explodes! Blinding hues of light break free from the titanic eruption from within, incinerating in wave after wave of your former inferior shell in a cascade of impressive vibrant hues. Everything around you is only second best, unfortunate and insignificant to the form you have the potential to possess. The heavens and stars move aside as your shimmering lights take the stage and burn anything that attempts to slow you down. See that star? The one twinkling bright? You will extinguish the light of that inferior star in particular with the very essence of your being. No one will care to miss it. Renewed, you are the BRIGHTEST thing in the cosmos and nothing can shine brighter than you.

Hatched

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Called Into the Ether Egg

Absolute darkness devours the very essence of this very large egg, uniform in matte black as if it's very presence overpowers even the tiniest of glows or reflections that ever dares to touch upon its features. The depths of this shell give the illusion of a gaping void - any remnants of hue or other colorful patterns are lost to the shadows and not a single metallic speck is left in its wake. It's surface, however, is rough to the touch, tiny waves radiate across the curve of the shell, unseen but felt as they spiral to the center where it ends upon a tiny fissure. A ravenous maw calling home anything and everything that dares to challenge the dominance it poses amongst the infinite. The texturing is mirrored on the other side of this egg, only where a smooth fissure would be, is none at all. A tiny point, unseen by the naked eye lurks in the shadows, wait to prick the finger that touches upon it.

Mind Touches

Summoning Void suddenly pulls you into the frozen darkness, floating into the seas of infinity with nothing more than a million stars to prove your eyes have not deserted you. The force of the pull becomes stronger, stronger as it begins to tear away at the very fibers of your existence, devouring the tiniest of pieces that make up all that you are. From the earliest of memories of your youth - carefree and full of life, with each hope and each dream succumbed to the ever growing maw of swirling black before you. To the greatest of fears - flashes of nightmares, loss and grief, of chaos and terrors in the night only to be answered by tears and hopeless wailing, consumed one by one. Nothing is left sacred and whole as youre beckoned closer and closer to the ravenous force ahead.

Summoning Void rips you into two as you cross the threshold of the deepest black. Into the One Who Was and the One Who Will Be. The One Who Was begins to disintegrate, the remnants of your past self reduced to a violent whirlwind of cinder and ash, left frozen in time as time no longer moves for what remains. There's no longer any reason for The One Who Was, as it's come and gone. You can't go back to who you were, you can only move forward. The OneWho Was cannot. Out with the old the universe demands, there is only room for the One Who Will Be. Are you ready to be The One? There's nothing holding you back and you're thrust forward, deeper and deeper into the turbulent void. Who will you be?

Summoning Void sets you free into a cascading river of shimmering lights, vibrant hues of golds and soft greens flowing faster and farther into the ether. Faster and farther with no signs of stopping, unleashed free into the vast future that lies ahead. Do you feel it? The overwhelming sense of completion, of peaceful release as you drift further and further from The One Who Was. Who will you be? Keep moving forward, through the heavens and the stars, intrepid traveler. Solid and whole, stronger than before. Full of vibrant life. To begin your journey as the One Who Will Be.

Hatched

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