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DragonData +	A soft summer wind rushes through the night, an invisible dancer pushing through the grasslands of the Telgar Plains. The deep green shade of this dragon seems to ripple, patterns traced across endless fields. Great waves of grass blades, greyish green under the faint starlight of a night sky, weave across her sides, billowing over her flanks where the midnight depths are exposed in a sudden downdraft. Whirlwinds trace ebony spirals over her fragile seeming wings, as the impatient gusts scour over her, lighter green chasing beside where grass lies flattened. Her legs deepen to earthy darkness, plunged into Pern's rich loam to serve as an anchor whenever she is on the ground. The rise of her proud and graceful neck is unyielding to the whimsical fancy of the night's wind. Racing up the strong arch towards her head of nocturnal green, gusts of wind chase wild patters in grassy fields before leaping skyward yet again. Lit by Belior's silver light, her neckridges gleam with seed tufts coaxed into a complex dance by the tantalizing breeze, to be teased into a fury of liquid light over the crests of her eye ridges.  +
DragonData +	Warm, stone-washed indigo coats this little blue in a cloud of hazy, pale colour from nose to tail. Wings are built to cut the air rather than sail upon it, sprouting from slim shoulders and sweeping back over narrow hips before pouring smoothly down into his long, thin-as-rail legs. He is made up of the things of dreams, all smooth, lean lines and the seamless flow of that quiet, subdued color as if magic and not muscle holds him aloft - and indeed, he has a lack of prominent musculature typical of his size. His lack of definition helps that misty, dreamy blue mold uniformly like a coat of fur along the body of a feline, hiding the power within.  +
DragonData +	At first glance, this lithe creature is a being of contrasts, the shadowy, midnight shade that envelops her well-proportioned form one that defines the beginnings of her slim muzzle, steady paws, and both the very edges of her broad, brave shoulders and sails, to the tip of her tail, but this is all the darkness that is allowed to encroach upon her. Where darkness ends, light immediately springs to life, the brush and dance of vivid emerald, jade and prasiolite greens sweeping across her, twisting and twining as they go, highlighting her supple figure and the smoothness of hide over well-defined muscle. Aquamarine and blue topaz possess her generous wingsails, claiming them so securely that, when wings are spread wide, she might, for just an instant, be mistaken for a blue.  +
DragonData +	At first glance, this dragon does not seem at all remarkable--that is, for a dragon. He is brown, and on the small side for a brown. However, 'brown' is not always a nondescript colour. At second glance, the simple earth tones of his hide give way to a myriad of colours--glimmers of warm amber that edge his angles and points in the sunlight, a note of cinnamon here, a trace of honey here. In dimness, he turns dark, nearly sable, with traces of purple in his shadows. He is made up of elegant curves that flow into each other, of neck, of body, of tail, all one sinuous length, giving him a startling symmetry of form. Yet, for all his delicate curves, there is a strength to him, too, in the angle of his shoulders, the muscles of his hindquarters, the set of his jaw, and the surprising size of his paws. Bright-eyed, he has a mobile, expressive face, and keeps his wings at a jaunty angle.  +
DragonData +	At first glance, one might believe that this dragon is hewn out of a tremendously large piece of walnut that's been polished to a perfect shine. There's much to be said about the perfectly even hue of his hide, that rich, dark brown of walnut wood. Grain lines in darker brown start at the tip of his blunted muzzle and whorl, like knots, around his eyes. His features seem set in a perpetual scowl, which is only underscored by the relative darkness of his hide. The rest of him is thickly built and, simply, massive; as browns go, he probably should have been a bronze. But, no; he's solidly brown throughout, with no deviation in his finely grained hide - save one: his wings are three shades lighter, but still marked as the rest of him is. His claws are long, thick, and just a shade or two darker than the rest of him. All in all, he's an example of a masterpiece - if woodcrafters could make dragons, that is.  +
DragonData +	At a casual glance, Tziveth's hide appears obsidian, bronze tone giving it a sheen of familiar shade. It's not until closer inspection that it is clear that the tones of his hide are striated and varied, shading in different tones but never straying too far from his base, bronzed-obsidian shade. Long and lean angular limbs and sharp angles give him a wiry, near skeletal appearance; he is not the largest bronze by far, and yet the way the intent looking dragon watches constantly, taking in everything, might well give Tziveth a sense of intimidating presence all the same. Wickedly sharp ivory talons stand out in contrast to the dark of his hide.  +
DragonData +	As smooth as water, this dragon's hide is a green with hints of aquamarine as if blurred into her general color, much like the waters found in Boll or even points further south. Her sleekness is constant throughout forearms and hind legs, and even her ridges lend themselves to a gentle curve that could be found in the most subtle of waves. With well-defined color throughout, the only difference may be in her wingsails: speckled more along the underside of the sail, there are hints of gold, green, and an entire myriad of colors. On closer examination, this same trend flickers across each talon with a slight oddity of a tail that seems to be shorter than proportional.  +
DragonData +	Angles, sharp but far too fluid to be spikes, pair with bone-deep grace to soften his size; he's a dragon distinguished by his supernally pale hue and yet distinctly brown. Lightning-marks lick from the core of his spine across wingsails and back, sparking toward and down his long broad tail. Movement gives life to the forked etchings fixed in flesh, flickering like dancing flame with every limber shift. A wicked intelligence lives in the dragon's glowing eyes, and in the upturned line of his maw with its many sharp and pointy teeth. The harmlessness his innate laziness implies is belied by a subtle cagey, calculated quality-- and the deadly curl of claw.  +
DragonData +	An unfathomable number of tiny stars make up Oswinth's hide, coalescing in glittering clouds of icy particles, growing sparse in vacuous midnight, all connected by a fine web of electric filaments. It means that, from a distance, his color is richly mottled. His forehead seems pale, enhancing the wide, youthful face he should have grown out of long ago. Arctic hues light the apex of each sharp neckridge, encase his fragile spars and collect along his soft belly. The dark of empty space wars with natural shadows, obscuring what little definition there may be in his tender muscle. He is small and slim, spindly in build with bones prominent. Even his wings show exaggerated angles and between his frosty spars, the web of electric blue grows more dominant, forming its own visible pattern like a glowing map.  +
DragonData +	All smooth curves and neatly compact frame, this bold young green moves with a fluid grace that makes each step seem deliberate and thought through. Large eyes rimmed with peridot lend her an air of innocence, her ridges like ripples, deceptively soft with their hints of sea foam. Beginning at the tip of her nose, a splash of rich aquamarine slips down across her jaw, twirls down her elegant neck and washes across both flanks, where it filters through moss and bright vale on its journey to the very end of her tail. Slim shoulders promise delicate wings, her wingsails brushed with the shimmer of sunlight shining through rushing water. Well turned-out, subtly sturdy limbs are wrapped in faint fern patterns that grow bolder and more distinct as they lead to granite claws, and lack sharp joints or angles save at the very tip.  +
DragonData +	All sharp angles and lean limbs, this narrow, crimson-bronze dragon is larger than a first glance might guess. Shades of silvered gold highlight where his joints move beneath hide, and wash out the undersides of his great wings. Truer bronze, accented with copper, brindles its way down his neckridges and the trailing edges of his sails like a dark, slowly consuming fire, sparks extending all the way to his sharp-edged tail. Clever eyes, wise beyond their turns, are an intense focal point for his blackened, sharp-edged muzzle.  +
DragonData +	A volcanic explosion of turquoise-bright blue sprays out from this dragon's strong shoulders and down the length of his spine before flowing, lava-like, down the obsidian-shadowed valleys of his hide, with nearly-hidden pockets of brightness tucked away in the folds of hide surrounding the joints of his legs. Ash-laden smoke in electric blue plumes out into short, broad, strong wings, leaving him looking just slightly disproportionate when contrasted with the slender, flexible length of his strong tail. Large, alert eyes are wide-set above a short, stubby snout, with a surprisingly handsome effect.  +
DragonData +	A towering sculpture of a bronze, warm as dawn's light on stone and bright as glinting steel, this dragon holds himself high and straight with unmistakable self-assurance. His face is strong, chiseled, all clean lines and smooth planes with a sturdy, distinguished jaw and sleekly curved headknobs. A wide avenue of ridges advances down his back in monotonous squares until they rush into a crowded series of bumps along his streamlined tail. Tin-cast champagne splashes his trim sides, made all the brighter by irregular streaks that patter his ribs like so much half-rinsed grit. The tall, muscular architecture of his shoulders and haunches and the depth of a broad chest give his otherwise lean build an athletic quality, lending power to long limbs and quick motion. When spread, his enormous wings reveal the length of straight spars that gleam like newly polished metal, their sails holding a mottling of brick and concrete, rendered indistinct by the haze of sunlit smog.  +
DragonData +	A subtle creature to look at, though certainly not average, this dragon is draped in the palest shade of grey-green to be imagined, from the beak-like tip of her sharp muzzle, all the way back to the length of her slim tail. It's a peculiar color that warrants a second look, especially with the way her celadon tone creeps into darker hints of green-blue in what seems like strategic places: the pinions of her wings, to swoop in a painter's broad strokes along the areas that comprise the majority of her overlarge sails; near the sharp threat of her dark claws; along her eyeridges and just behind her headknobs. She looks as if she were set in a kiln, glossy in her pallor, well-balanced and attractive. She is a large dragon, but not fat; she's simply larger than many of her counterparts. Her build speaks of stamina, if not the agility and sleek speed of smaller greens.  +
DragonData +	As a young teen, S'varis probably looked weedy, but since he's grown up, he's filled out, and now could be considered really quite attractive. Dark, walnut-brown hair curls loosely around his face, which is overfilled with green eyes and a quirked smile. Viondeth is a sandy bronze, long and lean for his colour. %r %rSevaris grew up at High Reaches Weyr, and worked in the lower caverns until his Impression at 18. Quietly ambitious, he was terribly pleased to Impress bronze, and worked hard during weyrlinghood, joining the silver thread program. Early on, he was good friends with former guard F'reln, but that friendship took a turn for the worst after a challenge issued by the pair nearly got him killed (http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Who's_Up_For_The_Challenge?). %r %rAfter graduation, S'varis joined Boreal Wing and was eventually promoted to Wingsecond. It was under his Wingleader's direction that he reached out to Teris, his clutchmate and a childhood acquaintance, in the hopes of drawing her back to replace the two High Reaches 'seniors' in Turn 30. Caught out by Jo and Z'ian, S'varis and his Wingleader lost their positions; he is now in disgrace.  +
DragonData +	A relentless restlessness infuses this small, dark green: she's a live wire, radiating energy from the subtle points of her headknobs all the way down to the tip of her lengthy, twitchy tail. She has a feline grace, bundled up into a curvy form and bedecked in the darkest of malachite, which curls mysterious tendrils beneath the glow-lit cave of her belly, and puddles towards the mossy-richness of her dainty feet. Her eyes are especially shadowed, rimmed in a green so dark as to be very nearly black: stark and expressive against the fragile, ethereal lines of her face. Despite her size, there's power in the broad expanse of her pale, striated wings, their sails so adept at carrying her aloft.  +
DragonData +	A primordial figment, a terror, this wraith, a creature come up from the pit of the world, from the fathomless sea. He is swathed in midnight blue and mystery with a ghostly fog writhing murky cobalt around his slender shoulders to mist out into the jutting spires of his wingspars, milky clouds floating across the membrane of wingsails shot through with dark veins like spiderwebs. His eerie-lit eyes are narrowed in an intense face sharp of cheek and snout, leering from the pitch darkness of sunken hollows. Sickly moonlight touches the tips of sea-monster ridges that grow jagged and finned from his spine, larger and larger then smaller and smaller as they get nearer the whip of his tail. The same greenish, otherworldly glow shines just barely on the crown of his head, alighting on blunt headknobs. Long, supple limbs drenched in shadow end in paws with subtle webbing between each digit and cruel black talons that arch like scythes.  +
DragonData +	A lush green dragon is Ivraeth, that darkly dappled ivy twining along the length of lithe, sinuous lines. Hints of honeyed highlights frame indulgent, hooded eyes and stroke along her jaw, before the color darkens along the length of her supple neck. That honeyed gold again glazes the generous curve of her flanks, sweeping for only a moment onto the base of her thin and equally supple tail. Her wings are built for shorter, agile flights, the spars themselves delicate and precise, while the fine membrane between them is almost transparent in its thinness, a green so dark as to be black: intertwined vines at night, worked with the near-invisible impression of nightshade's starry blooms.  +
DragonData +	A little rugged, a little gawky, more than a little handsome, he's vital from the intelligent cant of eyes and rakishly-cast headknobs to the lengthy, whiplike tail: a young dragon in uniform, a snazzy blue only just darker than royal. His wings are tapered yet broad, if currently big for him; if they're also streaked with flagstone blue, just like the tips of his neckridges and the crevices of his joints, it's a worldly dustiness that promises plenty of exploring in distant lands. When it clings to short, strong claws, it's less a matter of color than it is simply matte: grit that accentuates an otherwise near-black shine.  +
DragonData +	A hint of gold marks the undersides of this spindly bronze's wings, visible when he holds them just so, then gone again like well-hidden pirate plunder. His talons are a treasure, too: elongated and wickedly sharp, honed and hued like ancient ivory. Otherwise, though, he's dark; the semblance of sea salt encrusts the burnished patina of his hide, its deep, rusty hues drawn down between the jagged breakers of his neckridges, emphasising youthful scrawniness. There's a keenness to his narrow-set gaze, and determination in the blunt line of his chin; though he may never be powerful in body, the hardy expanse of those water-dappled wings promises eventual agility in flight.  +
DragonData +	A clandestine air suffuses the lithe frame of this petite green, akin to a stealthy silence of a wolf on the hunt. Rainbows shimmer across the expanse of her wingsails, in response to feather-touches of light on delicate membranes. Tendrils of dusky white wend their way over the leading edge of her wings like the touch of powdered snow, to merge -- to shatter -- with whorls of malachite racing down the length of her spine, spinning out of control as they hit the end of her tail. Clouds of a powdery spring-green are the backdrop for a strange marking emblazoned upon her front: a dark viresence tattoos itself in a three-pointed design, stark against the pale greens behind it. Talons of goldenrod flex from their casings of verdance, causing the overtones of iced alice-blue to writhe with the movement.  +
DragonData +	A big, bronze dragon who is entirely too smart for his own good.  +
DragonData +	%tSand whips across the hide of this sepia-toned dragon, settling heavily over the clean cut muscles of his long solid figure. He's substantial without being cumbersome; he moves with an unusual amount of deliberate purpose. While his color might be considered bland, it is when the light hits the etchings of his sturdy build that its true brilliance shines. Glints of illumination reflect back like granules speckling his otherwise even hide. Polished limestone lays contrast to the heavy deposits of grit that have collected on the sweeping expanse of his wide wings and the breadth of shoulders and haunches. Bright sunrise glares from his neckridges, precisely placed in a series of sharp crests that stamp their mark along his neck until his head is reached. Bands of dark brown over his eyeridges create the illusion of true brows, balancing the angles of his square jaw, and his slanted eyes are rimmed with near-black to lend an exotic air to his determined gaze.  +
DragonData +	%tLean and sinewed, every detail speaks of a high performance machine built for both strength and speed but expressed in smooth curves of glossy molten green. A skilled craftsman molded her, giving this small, agile dragon an aerodynamic frame beneath an exterior of sumptuous luxury. Emerald streaks sideswipe her finely shaped head and along the angle of keen, tilted eyes. Similar brilliance glistens along the peaks of her small, windswept headknobs and the crest of ridges racing down her sleek neck. At haunch, knee and the arc of her chest, the gleam of her hide brightens from even hunter to perfect mint while low points pick up dramatic shadows, a contast that accentuates every clean line of her elegant form. Her wings arch long and narrow, announcing her agility before she gets in the air, and even in their translucence they carry a glossy depth of color that paints her sails in opulent darkness.  +
DragonData +	%r%tThe overall shade of her hide should give ample clues to all as to the nature of this dragonet: a satin-like sheen of green so dark as to appear almost black in low light. Deeply set eyes are placed slightly forward in a predator's gaze, their surrounding hide cast in black that tints gradually up into dark green upon broad forehead. Her long brow and nose are convexly curved, and a tapering muzzle's teeth within gleam larger than normal, while longer headknobs also curve outward, back towards her succinct neck. The 'ridges that spring forth from her back and neck are wickedly sickle-like, appearing as if they might impale or cut the unwary, mimicing inky-black talons that seem to glitter with a faint smattering of stardust near their bases. Long and corded legs effortlessly support her slightly narrow chest and long loin, while angular haunches hint at ample power within. Upon her long and agile tail, black and purer evergreen hues inscribe seemingly random lines and shadowy patterns that make no sense whatsoever, until one steps farther away. It is only then that colors and markings unite into an image that offers the semblance of articulated, exaggerated joints at every vertebrae.%r%tThe wings of this dragonling, while finely balanced between breadth's stamina and length's maneuverability, are as potentially 'disturbing' as the rest of her wicked, well-graven form. Often found mantling open over her prey, deceptively diaphanous pinions are traced with the intimations of occasional 'webworks' of black that arch and stretch - interlinked, supportive - over a predominant background of oily green and smudged, sludgy purple. Around the center of each sail, hints of sluggish pools of patinaed gold and tarnished copper swirl randomly within the predominant green, appearing to shift when her wings are in motion.  +

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