I think it's about time to have this up.
Okay, for this guessing game there will be 3 categories: Dragon color, Candidate to Impress, and Other. "Other" is anything else out of the ordinary you'd like to place a wager on; twins, mutation, sickly, etc.
There will be 1 point for correct color, 2 points for correct candidate, and 2 points for correct "other". If you guess an egg right across the board, you get an extra 3 points.
So...uh...prizes... Okay, for the winner I'll draw a picture of whatever you want. DaVinci I am not, but I do promise to put more effort and time into it than the doodle I tossed up in Dec. If anyone else would like to offer prizes, please do so. =)
On to the eggs! Descriptions were done by several people, and the pics are by the Phenomenal Mira!
The Golden Oldies
Bohemian Rhapsody Queen - 1975This egg is a blue so dark it might easily be mistaken for black if it weren't for the dips and hollows along the coarse shell that catch the smallest bit of light and shadow, drawing the blue undertones forward. Streaks of opal cut through the darkness like lightning, teasing the eye into thinking that the color is actually glowing. To touch the shell is to dip your mind into a hurricane at midnight, the sheer force of life bashing and howling against it's prison. It swirls around in a rhythmic tempo, pausing only long enough during the “eye” of the storm to lash out and pry into your mind. Searching desperately, ruthlessly, frantically for something. Unable to find what it seeks, the shrieking winds return at an even higher pace.
Dust In the WindKansas - 1977While none of the eggs are truly huge, this one is most definitely tiny. It rivals the little egg that graced the Tribe with the black and white twins, though it's texture is as smooth as glass and when observed from the right angle it looks almost transparent. The base color is a pale soft sage with giant splotches of blue and copper spread across it like someone tossed paint on a sage-tinted window. Touching this egg is almost a challenge, as fingers slip and slide across the polished surface as if it were covered in oil. The being within simply chitters a windchime laugh, it's mind as slippery and evasive as its shell.
I'm Every Woman
Chaka Khan - 1978Among the more moderately sized, this egg is anything but moderate in coloring. There is something almost decadent about the deep reds and violets sweeping across the velvety shell, like soft expensive fabric draped over the back of a padded couch. The sand that cradles it, soft as the grains are, look harsh and coarse in comparison. To touch the surface is to run your fingers over the silkiest pelt, and the dragonet within purrs at the contact. Almost like a cat, the sheltered mind pushes against your fingers to encourage more attention and more caressing.
I Am a RockSimon and Garfunkel - 1965There are more than a few people suspicious of the validity of the squat grey egg nestled at the edge of the clutch. As a matter of fact, it's terribly easy for anyone to simply not see it as an egg at all, passing it by for a stray bit of stone. There is not bright color, no special marks, no shivering movement. It looks just like a rock. The texture is even rough, gravely under the fingertips of any candidate who bothers to notice it and touch it. Even after making the contact, you are left wondering if it's just warm because it's on the sands, and not warm because there's a life within. It gives nothing, and takes nothing, it is as solid and unyielding as the stone it mimics.
Dancing Queen
Abba - 1976As if to brighten things up a bit, this egg looks far too much like a field of flowers seen from a distance. The grassy green shell is speckled and dotted with all manner of colors, sometimes the play of light on the surface even making it look as if a few butterflies were dancing across the dreamy landscape. Unfortunately, the presence within is entirely unhappy with it's cheerfully colorful surroundings. There is a rumbling growl, like the echo of thunder when a hand is laid upon it. A proud defiant presence glares at you, sizing you up and dismissing you as unworthy.
Here Comes the Sun
The Beatles - 1969While this egg is amongst the largest in the brood, it hardly compares to the large eggs from the previous clutch. The base color is a simple steel gray, but it has no polish or shine to it as a well-kept blade would. A blossom of orange flame cuts through the center, swelling and darkening into a black sooty cloud at the apex of the oblong shape. The surface is uneven; bulging here, dipping there, as if it was the keel of a battleship that had seen many decades of war. Touching this egg brings a deep aching pain at first, echoes of old battle wounds crippling a strong body. It only lasts the blink of an eye, however, the hurt swept away by a strong hand as the mind within looks at you curiously. It does not judge, or pry, or toy with you. It simply watches and listens as if it were the candidate and you were the hatchling.
Happy Together
The Turtles - 1967Bananas. That's what this egg looks like, and even feels like. A bunch of huge bananas. The yellow of the shell isn't a smooth coloring, being streaked and shaded in deliberate arcs with darker yellows and paper thin brown stripes. The texture is smooth, but not glassy - with slightly uneven ridges following the sporadic striping. It even smells like bananas, though that could all just be a trick of the mind within. As soon as you are close enough to reach out your hand, or take a sniff, there is a distinct impression of a pair of eyes watching you with impish glee. When you lay your hand on the shell the snickering laughter intensifies as swiftly as it vanishes, the presence darting to hide and peeking out to tug your ears or pinch your nose.
Hey Jude
The Beatles - 1968If any egg could look like a carved block of wood, this one would be it. Pun intended. It is a rich mahogany, the patterning drawing the eye in and almost hypnotizing the viewer. The knot at the base provides the origin of the rippling glowing stripes that encircle the shell. The surface is polished and lacquered, as any master carving should be, free of blemishes or splinters. Sliding your hand over the brown egg draws out sense of nostalgia and comfort, encouraging you to reflect and think back on your past. While many are content to simply reminisce, some can catch the sparks in the firelight that watch you with sharp searching intelligence.
Hallejulah
Leonard Cohen - 1984Mother Pern looked like she gave birth to this egg. It is a mixture of earthy browns and sandy tans. Deep places and hallowed caverns are this ones theme. And like the ground it seem to came from, it feels slow, sluggish. Time is no issue for it and it's in no rush. If someone goes to touch it, the ancient presence it exudes may stir a little, if they're lucky. Whatever is in this egg, it has an old soul and is infinitely wise.
Pretty Woman
Roy Orbitson - 1964 There is no question that this is the smallest egg in the clutch. In fact, it is down right tiny. A few whispers have gone around that it might even be a dud. Boy are they ever wrong. If you get close enough to this minuscule purple beauty you'll instantly get blasted with feelings of superiority and entitlement. That's right folks, this egg is the creme of the crop. You would be privileged to touch this gleaming shell! Well, at least that's what it thinks. It even sparkles faintly if the sunlight hits it just the right way, as if highlight just how much prettier it is than you.
I'm a Believer
The Monkees - 1966Out of all the eggs, this one is perhaps the queerest. Its size is nothing remarkable, but it's appearance is a whole different story. If someone had left food out to rot in a moist damp place, what this egg resembles would probably grow on it. Most peoples reaction would probably be 'ewww' after looking at this slimey, gooey appearing egg. But surprisingly it is smooth to the touch, and it doesn't smell or anything. The main feelings people would get from it are the ecstatic type of happiness. Someone is coming over to pay attention to them?! YAY! This egg would probably love you forever, if you gave it the chance.
Total Eclipse of the Heart
Bonnie Tyler - 1983This large egg is a bold shade of
Sunglow on the top that
fades to a
Ruddy Brown. What appears to be a shape resembling a star bursts on to the shell in a
Papaya Whip cream. When touched this egg emits a rather melancholy feel with a sharp edge of possessiveness, a cloying presence that seems to beg you not to leave it.
The Sound of Silence
Simon and Garkfunkel -1965This sad, morbid little egg symbolizes all of the losses that the tyranny of the North has caused. It is small, the shell warped and lumped unnaturally in some areas. Depression and loss are the two main emotions that hang heavily over this egg. With its macabre coloring, not many would want to go near it. But who could blame them? Yet even with how uneasy this egg may make people feel, there would be no mistake that there is a profound longing coming from it. All it wants is to be loved, and to have a little peace.
Drift Away
Dobie Gray - 1973The Drift Away egg is a rather unique specimen. Not exactly the smallest but quite near it, this egg is literally a sight to see. The egg has an interesting mix of blues and greens. Bright green, forest green, spring green, the colors mix together to create fake highlights and shadows. The blue looks like little rivers, or perhaps cave paintings, crudely drawn to the more artistic eye. However less crudely drawn if one thinks about the past and the fact that, in the past, these were the best art forms around. The egg seems almost as if it's stuck in the past but it's happy to be in the past, because the past, the wild and all things wilderness-related, is where it seems to like to live.
Sweet Caroline
Neil Diamond - 1969This egg appears to be almost impossibly small, but, what it lacks in size, it makes up for in appearance. The egg has a base of
American rose that is broken by a thick band of
Cadmium green. Strange spiderwebs trail out from this band,
fading to an
Inchworm green. Small veins of
Lust red crawl over its surface beneath the green, breaking up the rose base. This egg seems to carry sweet as pie air about it with just a hint of manipulation hiding beneath it. Oh, don't you just want to stroke its shell? That's
right you do.