Book of the Clow Egg

Untempered brass makes its mark upon an oblong surface, a warm hue that envelopes a rounded surface like smooth velvet. While there is no deviation in shade upon this large ovoid's surface, it is embellished by time-stained gold. Tarnished but never losing its metallic luster, it blazes not so carefully one rounded side; it is there a large feline blazes rampant, citrine crowned within its forehead as a flutter of silk that matches the beast's fur ranges at the egg's apex. Flanked by wings of yellowed ivory, the beast protects that which is within in the likeness of a metal encrusted moon under a banner marked with cryptic symbols. However, even the back of the egg is not left unmarred -- instead, a warding done within the shell's primary colors has been etched there, a sure sign that some legendary quantity rests inside.

Scottish Medieval Castle Egg

Grays, blacks and browns blend and overlay, giving the impression of rough hewn stone to the coarse pebbled surface of this egg. Stately castle ramparts jut into a fire tinged night sky, heralding barbaric siege, and framed against this forbidding sky are winged shadows, a defending clan. Blazing paired points of raging-white and battle-red dot these shadowy shapes as eyes. The dimensions of this stone cold egg are formidable; one would almost expect the creature within to be of biblical proportions.

Shrine of Seiryuu Egg

Deliberate cerulean strokes caress the apex of this deceptively smooth shell, enshrouded by a violent deluge of midnight that obscures any veracious intent. Instead, pastel mist offers counterfeit aid to the confused opalescent smears that wanders across in search of a lost companion. Foreign power is wielded through liquid amber that leisurely trickles down to its stable nadir, flaunting unconquerable presence and patiently biding its time until it strikes its vengeful blow. What seems to be a statue of a wingless dragon wraps around these troubles, his metal-dipped scales glowing with a divine indigo aura. There a choice is made: the cruel azure of betrayal thwarts a crimson tendril that seeks a lost friendship despite implied enmity, reaffirming the hostility between hues.

Tweety Bird Egg

Brilliant sunshine swirls across a tiny orb, pattern overlapping pattern in a suggestion of bright yellow plumage. No hint of complexity here; in fact, there seems to be an exuberant joy taken in mere existence. Endearingly innocent, this sunny ovoid's purpose is solely for the pleasure of those who would behold it. The buttery surface exudes a childlike wonder, blithely evading perils that seem to forever surround it. Still, there's an aura of patient vigilance from a pair of wide baby blue eyes from round splashes at the side, watch back at its watchers and doting guardian, giving an underlying wisdom that is its ultimate protection.

Righteous Combat Egg

The eerie glint of hand-polished iron marks ovoid's form in sharp diagonal slash amidst a tumultuous sea of crimson right in the bulbous middle. Surrounding such a center in smaller blotches are twin crossed bamboo shoots to the lower left and a snaky, inky black mess in the upper right shot through with a crimson strip of its own. The lower right bares a violet-infused blue, with no less than four grey claw-like with the upper left decorated with the earthen brown of a stoppered jug.

Swingin' Sherwood Forest Egg

Sunlight breaks though in small pinpoints of light, drifting through patches of evergreen and swirls of deep umber that cover this shell. Sky blue and cloudy granite break through braided branches of hemlock and spruce in an almost musical pattern, the remnants of a foot-stompin', belly-bustin' spring evening's celebration in the heart of this mysterious wood. Cares and worries tossed aside, the forest primeval swings and grooves to its own beat. Peering through fronds and oak, lincoln green carefully hides what might be a hint of foxy orange or honey bear, not to mention others that frolic through the woods waiting for a fattened prince to come by.

Coveted Sea-Foam Egg

A deep longing penetrates through the scintillating shell of this ovoid, iridescent pastel freckles of loss and loneliness sprinkle alongside splatters of russet love and the grim cast of violet holding the essence of regret, surrounding the rotund nadir. Evergreen blooms with protection from a murky continuance along the zenith by a small silhouette of light, fitted with the one-horned, otherworldly exquisiteness of the unicorn where the motley hues converge. The lone tinge of pristine ivory unleashes tendrils of cascading light, compelled to find others like it within the bleakness above. In a secluded gray tower above a shore, a soul burns with scarlet-infused desire and sends flames find the snowy chaste wanderer. The consuming crimson tongues of fiery greed obey and round up the soothing invariance of innocence found in the pale porcelain delicacy of single-horned dapples dotting the turquoise waves.

Brush of an Angel's Wing Egg

A pearlized sheen cocoons the egg in a frothy concoction of clouds, blanketing the surface of the shell so that the underlying dark shades are partially hidden beneath. Within the swirls, one can make out a few generalized shapes. An obsidian silhouette of two figures seems to be in the middle of the egg - twin siblings, one girl and one boy, hands held tightly together. Brushing across the face of the girl is a wisp of white, like the wing of an angel, setting the already darkened outline further into shadow. Circling the egg to the opposite side, one finds an unusual set of patterns stamped upon the surface. Glinting beneath the whiteness is a metallic gleam - a sword, if the shape seems right, inlaid with a single ruby jewel in the center. And beneath the weapon bleeds yet another symbol, a circular design that pulses with every heartbeat of the dragon laying nestled within.

Vines of Eternal Slumber Egg

Climbing vines of eternal green creep up from below, twining and imprisoning all by its thorns; but underneath the protective wall lies beauty in slumber, awaiting the right moment to christen her awakening. The flutter of silk rippling peeks out over the ovoid's surface, shimmering and soft looking save for the oddity of the clashing colors of pink and blue mingling throughout. It was as if two warring faeries had a major disagreement over it's creation, one inspired by the gentle hue of tea roses, the other conjuring the color of a sweet spring sky. The two mingle to form a gown that would otherwise be fit for a princess, though it is draped across jutting spars and wheels of oak brown, a spinning wheel catching it by a sharp needle point, just a gleam of silver near the bottom of this dragon's egg.

Crystalized Darkness Egg

Darkness swarms across the surface of this ovoid shape which nestles into the light sands beneath it. Jagged edges are etched across its surface, showing defects and flaw where a shard from the crystal is missing. Shining palely through the darkness at the top of the egg are three glowing orbs which seem to be heading towards a conjunction. Shrouded in the darkness are a jumble of figures but standing prominent is a splash of white which seems to be outstretched like a pair of wings. Nestled between the wings are two figures, one carrying a glowing piece of crystal as they head from the turbulence towards the shattering.

Tragic Trapped in Roses Egg

Blood red and pure white roses vie for supremacy across the sleek shell of this ovoid, and yet there is graceful symmetry in their numbers. Soft, fragile petals hide sharp, deadly thorns, warnings to others not to take them too lightly. Hidden among the shadows and curled in a fetal position is a gentle-hearted princess who would be a prince and beside her a trapped bride who wants to be a 'real girl'. Shadows drift again and the image is lost - or is it? What sacrifice will free them both from the tragedies that hold them in their thrall?