Arolaeth x Zaristh Eggs - February 2001

Murky Moonlit Pond Egg

Soft tones of milky white swirl around in an inky blackness, seemingly a duet of light and darkness together. The darkness seems to be winning this battle, dominating well over the bottom half of this egg. Blue black swirls, moving in a lunging pattern strengthen to overtake even the meager defenses of the lighter parts of this egg. The white cap holds onto its position, even if the odds are hopeless some good must prevail out of all this dark. Even the cream, has problems with color, holding motes of yellow, and darker grey. Forming the picture of a pond attempting to illuminate a deep dark part of the water.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by D'ce.>

Break of the Storm Egg

Boiling clouds of murky grey enshroud this egg in deep shadow, casting upon the delicate shell a ominous, waiting air. Bruising winds rush within the swirling vapors, sending free the first of the raindrops to sprinkle against the base, leaving trails of faint silver against the rolling darkness above. A flicker, a flash, a streak of lightning coats the apex of the egg, forking angrily outwards, the blindingly white bolts a shock against the near ebon of the vicious thunderheads.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by Sh'ai.>

Eternal Circle of the Phoenix Egg

Blinding brightness and eternal darkness blend and clash across this enormous egg, a conundrum of paradoxes thrown together and somehow complementing each other. A brilliant flash of brightness, of light incarnate, explodes over a quarter of the shell, extending fingers all the way around its circumference… at least, until it comes upon the void. For a void it is, a patch of pure black that envelopes the other quarter of the egg and is untouched by any other color in its center. Where they meet, the blinding brilliance and the chilling emptiness, is a greyed out, sandy area like cooling ashes, a mixture of light and dark that is never truly dominated save for as it nears either of the rounded contrasts of the ovoid. One singular wisp of color destroys the monotony, though: a tongue of flame, a lashing of crimson and gold and orange that wends its way up through the ashes, peeking out in some places and consumed utterly in others.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by Syra.>

Shimmering Midnight Peacock Egg

Shimmering with iridescent shades of emerald and sapphire, this egg finds its shelter within the dark soft heat of the sands as though nesting there. A swirl of feathered eyes seem to watch you, their whirling dark colors mesmerizing in their hypnotic display of elegance and majesty. So soft it almost seems to cause an ache deep inside, a need to be touched, a desire to be worshiped for its beauty in darkness.

A whirl of color floats across the surface to one side, drawing the eye into a shimmering spiral that seems almost liquid. Perhaps the egg is damaged, or maybe it is only condensation from the humidity of the island… but it seems the egg is crying in its private face.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by V'ncent.>

Depths of a Moonless Night Egg

Velvety nothingness absorbs all around it in a gravitational field of blackness where an egg is said to lay. Empty, alone, the unbroken depth of night enfolds all within its midnight cold and clammy arms, draining all thought away into the void of being. Being lost in the darkness of this moonless night should promote an overwhelming wash of fear and pain, yet somehow, the very lack of self and place caused by the blanking blackness leaves a sense of peace behind. It is the cool of sleep, the little death, hiding amidst the textured crushed velvet of this enigmatic egg, which brings promise to the hopeless. Lost, alone, yet unafraid, the solid midnight black mass awaits.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by Katlyn.>

Vision of a Lost Soul Egg

'Her hand gently beckons, she whispers your name — But those who go with her are never the same.'

Over blackness move whitish figures, floating over murky swamps. One stops and motions to you, dare you approach, dare you listen to the figure's lying words. Or perhaps the words are all truth, telling of certain demise. The figure ripples and seems to disappear as the light shifts upon the egg's surface. Was the figure truly there? Or is it all just an illusion?

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by J'em.>

Fiery Black Night Terrors Egg

Black as the darkest night is what this egg seems to be tinted on the top, like a dark starless night while a fire takes place below, the dark blood red flames licking the under belly and sides of the oval shape. The bottom of the egg, buried in sand is the same pitch black as above, while the blood red flames form jagged peaks on the side of the egg, slowly fading into the black nothing above, like a space that swallows everything and refuses to let it go. The flames seem destructive in their own way, enveloping what used to be under it and burning it to the dark, black ash buried in the sand below.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by N'andi.>

Deathly Swamp's Decay Egg

Ghastly, washed out shades of black dominate across the surface of this smaller ovoid, a mere spot of darkness amid the pale sands. Lighter grey shapes twisted into cruel, withered forms stretch up from a pool of brackish green-black, extended clutching, skeletal fingers towards the top of the egg, where a haze-covered oval of rotting orange lies. Flecks of true black smatter across the oily pool of bracken at the bottom of the shell, giving it a truly unwholesome appearance. Whether this is an egg that has been somehow left over from a previous laying, or one that simply rotted in the womb can never be told, but even its surface has a slick feeling to it, and it gives off a sickly reflection in the light.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by Syra.>

Throbbing Bloody Heart Egg

Ripped fresh from the cavity of an enormous beast's chest, this pulsating, fleshy red egg holds a remarkable resemblance to a real, honest to Faranth, heart. You know, the kind of heart that beats within your chest - not a dragon heart, for there is no green itchier - but an enormous human heart, rippling and pulsing with muscle, stretching over the vast circumference of the oval, drawn inwards to a vertical line that cuts it in half, and then vertically again, forming the 'chambers'. Faint blue veins and larger arteries zip beneath the clear red skin. Vibrant lifeblood drips down from the crown. The base of the 'heart' oozes down into the sand, coated with a layer of black-red 'skin'.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by Nimway.>

Shadow's Darkest Hour Egg

"Not all shadows are cast by light - some are cast by darkness.."

This egg is dark as the darkest midnight, evil lurking throughout its darkness as wraiths and banshees flying over the surface of this large egg's shell. Not a touch of brightness anywhere to be seen, only black. Frightening in the blackness it represents, vampire shadows creeping about its surface leaving in their wake the doom of eternal death.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by J'em.>

Eyes of A Feline Egg

Murkiness shrouds this egg's otherwise sketchy black surface in whispered secrets of gray wisps. Like the night of a full moon, when the moon is cast in clouds that really shouldn't be there. But instead of seeing one muted yellow orb up in the 'sky' that is the egg's shell, there are two, right in the middle. And instead of moons, there's something about those evenly placed almond-shapes that suggest -eyes- instead. Feline eyes, to be exact, set in a furry black face, which is made up of the shell's wispy-black background. One might even expect two triangular ears to jut out from the top of the egg, but there are none. Just those eyes.

<OOC: This Egg is currently being puppeted/created by L'iam.>

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