=-=Artist of Any Trade=-= IP: 220.127.116.11 Posted on November 13, 2011 at 01:23:08 PM by Houndini
A small, purple and brown swirled egg was nestled in the grass near the center of the island. The trees rustled above, yet the island's climate was warm despite the encroaching winter. It was here, in the tropical island of Shell Shock, the egg began to crack. The crack wasn't loud, it wouldn't be heard by anyone most likely who haunted the island today unless the happened to stumble across it.
Soon enough a little purple head poked out of the top of the shell, and forced itself out of the shell, wet down clinging to it's tiny body. 'It' was a male duckling, purple in color, shivering in the breeze. Though the breeze was helpful in the fact that it helped to dry the young duck, his purple down feathers fluffing up in the cool breeze. At least he hadn't hatched in the cold, it was pure luck his egg had been in the somewhat warmer region of Shell Shock.
An indignant quack escaped from his tiny beak, beady black eyes looking this way and that at the trees overhead. He wouldn't survive long if no one nice found him.