The Results of GreyStone Aerie's Spring 2002 Clutch

Gold Keiniku & Bronze Kayku

Hatched: 02/17/02

PC Bondings

Gold Xheryniiku & Aika

Perfect Pine Princess Gold

Red Chruku & Zi

Majestic Towering Redwood

Deep chest expands upon slow drawn breath. Control seems a constant facet of life for this massive red. Control of lids which narrow most expressively over gleaming pyrope irises, are framed within a majestic chisled head, muzzle tapering with a carver's proportionate perfection to the very tip where nostrils flare under each drawn breath. Thickly muscled neck controls the fine movements of his head, blending into a broad chest which often proudly extends. Claws that echo the reddish-brown bark of the wood of the tree his scales most resemble, tip each draconic finger. For that, one needs envision the majestic redwood to see the clouded heights echoed within his sails, a mix of that same bark, and foggy white with dapples of the distinguishing needle-like dark green leaves. Scales seem drawn forth from the heart of the wood itself, a color of warmth in its softly crimson hue. Rusty growth rings are distinguished across, but not overwhelming to the eye, blending somehow beneath the greater sanguine hue. The rings are set in uneven increments, marking body from head to tail. Arms and legs sprout from his blocky torso as great branches, twisting and bending in their own elusive ways, yet always hugging close to his frame. His tail is contrastingly long and lean, its ridges stained by the pine of the great tree's leaves. The underside of that slinky appendage is sanded and then stained a darker ruddy auburn which coalesces in a shadowy mass to envelope the slender spade at its end.

Green Qryll & N'eni

Frisky Summit Cedar Green

Lean run the lines of this little green whose scales shimmer with vibrant health, and ripple as the wind through the leaves with her every movement. Yet those leaves aren't the wide palmate swaths bourne by the oak or the dogwood, but the small, stick-like, narrow and sharp pointed needles of the summit cedar. So slender these bracts, it takes several to make up the patterning found upon each meticulously-sculpted scale. Elegant feminine body is the darker cedar green, of those leaves closer to the tree, older perhaps than the new growth, which lightens upon neck and head as well as tail. Graceful she yet carries herself with a spring to her step, frisky as all can be she is a boisterous energetic one, a forever teenager whose topaz eyes bat enticingly to those around her. The bones of her sails are cast in that same lighter green, new growth as they spurt upwards, away from her body into an ethereal elegance all their own. Dotted upon the spars are the fruit found upon cedar tree, young green cones are just beginning to ripen, cast golden within their centers. Contrastingly, the sails themselves are a crystal blue and almost as clear as the sky, so much that when she flies it seems an impossible feat for nothing will it look to be holding her up there. Behind her trails a tail, the tale of a tail as long and supple as hers will be long indeed as it swishes with each boisterous step, angled in time to the rhythm of her body, it has almost a life of its own.

Brown Sryzinaku & Zyxa

Shadowy Maple Veneer Brown

Darkling is this hatchling, polished to a shade of nearly ebon. Each scale is subtly colored, different from the one beside which it lays, so that when he moves the light ripples across the walnut-toned veneer that he presents. A subtle grain picks out paler oaks along his breast, accentuating the stolid strength and coiled muscle that there awaits in quiet promise. He is stockally built, a sturdy representation of his kindred, though slightly small for his hue and his kind, with long limbs and long tail, and a neck that has a tendency to coil in coyly-disarming fashion. There is a slyness in the way his muzzle foreshortens, and a keen glimmer that lurks in eyes of deep-dyed smoky-blue topaz. Motes of black strike individual medley over those orbs, as if framing his countenance with a mask of sorts. Little patterning can be seen other than that, his presence lurking and shadowy, a blot of darkness. Droplets of gold do lighten his ribs, spilling upward in a joyous incantation along each high-pitched ridge. The flicker of aureate metal has also dipped his tail, its burnished brightness drawing to life specks of verdant tint, the hint of leaves against the woodiness of him. That same claret jade defines steel-edged talons and whisks whispered strokes across the broad magnificence of his walnut-patterned wings.

Bronze Rhowandell & K'yn

Timeless Petrified Wood Bronze

The bold lines of this dragon true are of undeniable hue. Bronze lacquers about stormy eyes of smoky blue topaz, set within a head held high, held boldly, to face what the world would toss his way. It is a stance which runs through the symmetry of his frame, in its bold lines, and sturdy definition. Of him, one look, and one can not deny the presence he puts forth, for it feels as if one stands within the shadow of royalty. So strong is he that one can imagine it will be impossible for him to sneak up upon another, as such presence is as subtle a give away as the crossing of one's shadow. The dappled shadow cast by the light, which filters through sturdy wingsails, sets forth a ringed pattern upon the ground, to echo that painted upon the sails above. As wood it seems, petrified by time beyond time they sheen as the rest of his body, ambered bronze heart ringed by a darker brown-bronze growth rings and repeated time and time again. His body is not quite as strongly contrasted as his sails, the colors closer in tone, though therein the same patterning ensues. It is a mix, a wash and thrust where slices of wood meet in the bulge of arm and leg to the fine sharpness of ebony claws. Yet in contrasting delicacy there are the ridges which run upon that symmetric line. The are as delicate as the air, spun of golden light and topaz sheen. They glitter even in ones darkest hour as this one will show the way and thrust back that heavy burden with the deep sounding trumpet of his voice.