All I wanted was an omelet. The cockatrice has a set of teeth that offer her a dissenting opinion. Omelet didn't happen. I had a cookie instead, dipped in left-over cake frosting.
Cockatrice eggs probably taste rotten anyway.
Behold, the majestic, and floofy albino cockatrice, which should not be considered a good producer of eggs. At least if you want to collect 'em.
Fully poseable via plastic armature & ball & socket joints, with cast resin head and feet from our original sculpts. Hand painted & sewn, and strangely...adorable, in an 'evil chicken' sort of way.
This guy is probably going to be a one-off, since we're modifying the pattern significantly (larger wings, less... chicken...). Its okay though, we kinda like her.