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• DragonData  + (A big, bronze dragon who is entirely too smart for his own good.)

• DragonData  + (A clandestine air suffuses the lithe frame …
  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.
  ed alice-blue to writhe with the movement.)
• DragonData  + (A hint of gold marks the undersides of thi …
  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.
  wings promises eventual agility in flight.)
• DragonData  + (A little rugged, a little gawky, more than …
  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.
  accentuates an otherwise near-black shine.)
• DragonData  + (A lush green dragon is Ivraeth, that darkl …
  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.
  impression of nightshade's starry blooms.)
• DragonData  + (A primordial figment, a terror, this wrait …
  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.
  cruel black talons that arch like scythes.)
• DragonData  + (A relentless restlessness infuses this sma …
  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.
  heir sails so adept at carrying her aloft.)
• DragonData  + (A soft summer wind rushes through the nigh …
  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.
  d light over the crests of her eye ridges.)
• DragonData  + (A subtle creature to look at, though certa …
  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.
  agility and sleek speed of smaller greens.)
• DragonData  + (A towering sculpture of a bronze, warm as …
  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.
  red indistinct by the haze of sunlit smog.)
• DragonData  + (A volcanic explosion of turquoise-bright b …
  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.
  nout, with a surprisingly handsome effect.)
• DragonData  + (All sharp angles and lean limbs, this narr …
  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.
  int for his blackened, sharp-edged muzzle.)
• DragonData  + (All smooth curves and neatly compact frame …
  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.
  arp joints or angles save at the very tip.)
• DragonData  + (An unfathomable number of tiny stars make …
  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.
  ts own visible pattern like a glowing map.)
• DragonData  + (Angles, sharp but far too fluid to be spik …
  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.
  ted quality-- and the deadly curl of claw.)
• DragonData  + (As smooth as water, this dragon's hide is …
  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.
  hat seems to be shorter than proportional.)
• DragonData  + (At a casual glance, Tziveth's hide appears …
  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.
  d out in contrast to the dark of his hide.)
• DragonData  + (At first glance, one might believe that th …
  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.
  woodcrafters could make dragons, that is.)
• DragonData  + (At first glance, this dragon does not seem …
  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.
  ce, and keeps his wings at a jaunty angle.)
• DragonData  + (At first glance, this lithe creature is a …
  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.
  r just an instant, be mistaken for a blue.)
• DragonData  + (Average in length but slender in build, th …
  Average in length but slender in build, this brilliantly emerald-green dragon is built for speed. She's all lean muscle and swoopy curves-- the lamborghini of dragons, as it were. There's not an ounce of spare flesh to be found, nor is muscle save those used for flight overly bulked. It gives her a predatory look, moreso than most, especially in her narrowly angled eyes and swept-back headknobs. Her wings are particularly scalloped, narrower in some places and almost too-full in others, and mottled over with a camoflauge pattern of darker green. There's some impressive scarring on her right shoulder joint, reaching down her arm and over into the fabric of her wingsail.
  and over into the fabric of her wingsail.)
• DragonData  + (Baronial bronze basks across the grand lan …
  Baronial bronze basks across the grand landscape of this creature's formidable physique. It's polished until it gleams near gold in places where brawny muscle bulges up his stately arms and down his haunches, turning brassy around his flank. The peppered teal of corrosion pours like tears from his whirling eyes, dividing his angular head and defining his severe eyeridges. His wings are built from the purest essense of energy, crackles of brass lightning sprawling erratically across the membrane of his sails as if he was born out of the fury of nature, destined to command the air.
  ry of nature, destined to command the air.)
• DragonData  + (Big, big eyes are all the brighter for the …
  Big, big eyes are all the brighter for their depthless indigo setting, while nearly as expressive are the headknobs that like to tilt this way and that with the dragonet's every mood. Dark without being cold, he's slender but short-limbed in youth; ungainly paws contrast in size to the point of comedy, leaving his knees and wings smudged with turquoise as though he'd tripped and trailed their edges in so much starry light. That light clarifies at the tip of his tail: no longer a galaxy but his very own crescent moon.
  r a galaxy but his very own crescent moon.)
• DragonData  + (Boldly hewn of battle-lines and rebellion, …
  Boldly hewn of battle-lines and rebellion, this miniature green dragonet, this fierce predator: there is no girlish mint to be seen here, no coy lurk of forest or lichen or spuming spindrift. She is green, grass-green and vivid, from the tip of her pointy nose to the end of her pointy tail. If there is a thing that can be angular, she has it; if there is a thing that should be curved, she lacks it. Draconic she is, make no mistake, but the spikes of her neckridges and the spars of her wings and the talons of her undainty paws all point, ha, to a nature that refuses to bend to feminine conceit.
  that refuses to bend to feminine conceit.)
• DragonData  + (Bright, shimmering lime fashions a vivid b …
  Bright, shimmering lime fashions a vivid backdrop across Yizibeth's hide, from the tip of her delicate muzzle to the spades of a flirtatious tail. Intense green fades in a soft gradient to opalescent blonde throughout her upper extremities; her headknobs and the ridges that traverse the length of her spine, the leading edges of her wings and the breadth of her chiffon-esque sails. Sculpted out of gentle curves and attractive proportions, she's a head turner and she's well aware of it.
  a head turner and she's well aware of it.)
• DragonData  + (Brilliance glistens in the expansive sails …
  Brilliance glistens in the expansive sails of this pale and diminutive queen, stretched like sunlight caught in the web of her narrow wingspars. Exceptionally large eyes are lined with sweeps of rich ochre and set deep beneath finely-built eyeridges, gracing a broad head of wheaten gold crowned by curved headknobs scattered with dewy droplets. Ridges of cream filigree arise like flower petals from a sinuous neck which expresses, far more than does her enigmatic face, her moods and opinions with its arches and twists. A slender but powerful tail is similarly articulate, its tarnished-copper tip the only dark part of her aside from those shadowed eyes lashing whiplike with curiosity or upset. Despite the gangly awkwardness her long, sinewy limbs currently present, she moves with an icy determination that promises, in maturity, a certain statuesque grace.
  , in maturity, a certain statuesque grace.)
• DragonData  + (Bulky, hulking, the huge blue dragon explo …
  Bulky, hulking, the huge blue dragon explores the world with oddly delicate paws to tip his sturdy limbs; now and again there's even a bounce to his stride. Always there's a plush warmth to his dark hide; its brownish lowlights become more pronounced across the weight of his thick forehead and strongly crested neck, his muscular shoulders and craggy, shaggy wings. His eyes may seem small beneath such a heavy brow, but they have a keen glint, and the near-eternal venturesomeness of his approach comes with curving gray-sheened claws.
  ach comes with curving gray-sheened claws.)
• DragonData  + (Burnished orange-gold washes about the ext …
  Burnished orange-gold washes about the extremities of this queen who is so very bright in hue, tripping down the low curves of her headknobs, her neckridges, that tail that goes on for miles. Long and lean, her physicality promises a certain capability; with broad wingsails at once delicate and stretched over solid pinions, she's built for power if not for speed and agility, her movements confident, controlled and precise. Large eyes, widely spaced in that enormous, wedge-shaped head, are keen and incisive rather than innocent. She's striking, to be sure, from the fiery brilliance of her hide down to the almost beak-like tip to which her nose narrows and curves; truly, she's a dragon worth noticing.
  ves; truly, she's a dragon worth noticing.)
• DragonData  + (By all appearances, this bronze is the def …
  By all appearances, this bronze is the definition of average. His hide is an unremarkable shade, his proportions neither large nor small. There's something kind about him, though, a gentleness in his countenance. Perhaps the most noteworthy thing about him is the dark scars of an old injury over his left wingbones and sails.
  injury over his left wingbones and sails.)
• DragonData  + (Crow's-plume casts his lumbering form in d …
  Crow's-plume casts his lumbering form in darkness, pearlised by an oil-like sheen with the faintest shimmer of indigo and teal across the curves of his sturdy physique. Along the inky slope of his muzzle, between those wide eyes and the atramentous 'ridges above them, is a Prussian smudge, fading into the dreamtime whirl that is the dusky darkness of his midnight hide. The stuff of dreams tempers the nightsky canopy of his wings; a whimsical sprinkling of sleep-dust dappling the space between his star-studded sails, turning spars to arenaceous blue-gold, cast along each leading edge to bespeckle the etiolated constellations that mark the inky cosmos of his sides. Three of four paws are marked with the same shade as his nose, while one, the right-fore, bears a flash of light across sooty toes before sinking into ebon talons.
  ooty toes before sinking into ebon talons.)
• DragonData  + (Darkness embraces the sleek, slender form …
  Darkness embraces the sleek, slender form of this blue. Light reveals a striking, secret beauty in the pooled inky blue, pulling prismatic highlights and undertones throughout the darkness of his hide. In just the right light, he might seem to glitter; though not crystalline, movement in light breathes vibrancy and a certain grandeur to the rainbow splotches that peek through the blue lens, particularly dazzling across the slightly iridescent thin membrane of wingsail and stronger in shade across the spiky lines of his maw, headknobs and neckridges. His deep-set eyes are lined with midnight, though the colors within his bejewelled gaze exceptionally vivid. His talons are pale as bleached bone, adding yet one more contrast to the many that make up this blue.
  ntrast to the many that make up this blue.)
• DragonData  + (Deep, dark blue drapes across this muscula …
  Deep, dark blue drapes across this muscular dragon with all the intensity of a starless night sky. The color is unchanging through most of his hide, deepening just slightly into near-black toward his extremities. His wingsails, though, and just the tips of his ridges, bear a striking amalgamation of blues and greens and even a little bit of purple floating in the darkness.
  le bit of purple floating in the darkness.)
• DragonData  + (Deepest mahogany ripples over the hide of …
  Deepest mahogany ripples over the hide of this powerful brown dragonet, the mottled twists and turns of muddy clay layered with darker shades, creating a random undulating pattern that covers him from blunt nose to over-long tail. Each ridge and headknob is finely sculpted with a hint of upturned whimsy, while his limbs are contrastingly short, solid and ready for action, and his wide wingspan's sails are improbably touched with a deep red glow-- a ruby half-buried in the loamy earth. Bright-eyed, observant and discerning, his heritage is obvious in both the confidence inherent in his bearing and the sinewy muscle that will soon pack his stocky frame.
  scle that will soon pack his stocky frame.)
• DragonData  + (Even as a hatchling, this green is almost …
  Even as a hatchling, this green is almost exquisite looking, her limbs gracefully long yet well-balanced that lend a regal impression to the way she moves. Her jawline is chiseled yet sharp, held on the refined length of neck given this dragonet. Misted fog slides over the jungled green of her hide, turning translucent at wings that are almost oversized and yet holding a deeper touch of gemstone on her underbelly.
  eeper touch of gemstone on her underbelly.)
• DragonData  + (Even her muzzle is long and lean, clad in …
  Even her muzzle is long and lean, clad in the dark, unreflective green of a winter's forest; she's a lithe dragonet with a single lustrous racing stripe down each side, a paler, glossy hue that underscores her sudden, strong movements and the racer's slant of her thin-boned physique. Further ripples, as glossy but less pale, flow down her wingsails, closer and closer together as they reach their trailing edges. Sharply defined neckridges are wholly dark again, the same onyx as her perennially-chipped claws, spaced in a way that seems less irregular than a pattern as yet undiscerned. Within all that darkness, her eyes glow that much more, holding nothing of artifice and everything of fearless, no-holds-barred conviction.
  g of fearless, no-holds-barred conviction.)
• DragonData  + (Even in unpolished youth, this two-toned b …
  Even in unpolished youth, this two-toned bronze has the promise of presence. He might have been merely a pale specimen, were it not for the heavy shadows that drip, as though wetly oozing, from the tenebrous ridges of his spine. That pattern, if it can truly be called such with its extreme irregularity, is unbalanced from one side to the other: absolute boundaries of dark swallowing light in some places, grisly smears to unite them in others. Though bright against their dark spars, his wingsails also bear the erratic splatters of arterial spray. He's a solid, strong creature, but age will whet his angles into ever sharper, ever harder lines, from his hooked muzzle down to his honed talons.
  is hooked muzzle down to his honed talons.)
• DragonData  + (Faint hints of emerald shine through this …
  Faint hints of emerald shine through this beryl coated green. Her face is dark with highlights of nephrite that fades into a faint white that gives her features a sharp, defining, quality. Her long neck, lean muscular shoulders, and lithe body is bathed in a beautiful deep green that seems to have been crystallized from the rolling magmas of a volcano. Her wings are long, her tail dainty, and her body well proportioned.
  il dainty, and her body well proportioned.)
• DragonData  + (Fine-boned and all knobby arms and legs, t …
  Fine-boned and all knobby arms and legs, this dark brown is on the smaller size for his colour, at least in terms of his bone structure. Out of the dark chocolate that melts over the rest of his slender body, the brighter, warmer hue of mahogany across his wingsails stand out rather dramatically. It looks almost as though the dark brown shadow that cloaks the rest of his lean figure has been polished away across those narrow sails, revealing the warm woody tone underneath. He has very prominent headknobs and neckridges that might be a little too big for his small size.
  ht be a little too big for his small size.)
• DragonData  + (Fortitude and stubbornness drape like unse …
  Fortitude and stubbornness drape like unseen vestments, darkening the dragon's muscular shoulders and heavy chest. Sleek and dully glittery, the embers of nearly extinguished hardwood ride up along the corded neck, his angular jawline a mulish flash of green-tinged bronze beneath headknobs of obsidian. Down the stiffened spine, the harsher tones fade to sun-streaked tan over the haunches and wings, flowing down in a wash of dark, grainy sand to the tip of the forked tail, while the lines of the wingspars create a striking contrast of muted russet. The powerful back legs darken to aged, shadowy copper and end in hard talons surrounded by contours of ancient bronze, while his forepaws shift toward an inviting shade of cinnamon, spicing the somber mantle with living vibrance.
  ng the somber mantle with living vibrance.)
• DragonData  + (Great, beautiful plumes of smoke and ash b …
  Great, beautiful plumes of smoke and ash billow and churn upon the lean lines of this brown dragon's hide, dashing gilt whorls upon narrow haunches and spilling red-hot lava down the stuttering heights of his craggy neckridges. Burnished umber washes his hide, darkening in uneasy shadows beneath the curve of his belly, whilst growing steadily lighter as it creeps towards the tip of his whiplike tail. His wings are cloudy, yellow-tinged, reminiscent somehow of noxious gas, and just barely contained by the ashen, icy lengths of his pinions. There's fire to his demeanour, his shoulders held in an almost perpetual position of readiness, while smoky, charcoal etchings beneath his eyes hint at unrestrained passion.
  ath his eyes hint at unrestrained passion.)
• DragonData  + (He has a dragon's semblance, a dragon's fr …
  He has a dragon's semblance, a dragon's frame: the right number of limbs, the right arrangement and design, down to each blued-steel claw. But it's his narrow eyes-- glowing pools set within the midnight shadow beneath his brow-- that are at once the most natural and the most telling thing about him; all else seems artifice, every inch armored in glossy, silvery blue aside from those eyes and his wings. His hide has such an innate sheen to it that one might imagine, with enough oil, it might mirror back whatever faced it; fine, darker lines articulate his joints and shape his already fine-wedged head in chiaroscuro to seem a helm that's larger than life. Larger than life also is the way he moves, with a powerful athleticism that lends breadth to an otherwise angular physique, and pride in how he bears the twin banners of his wings; they're richer, royal blue, subtly patterned as though with some crest that only the initiated may interpret. Any softness ends there, though. Even his tail looks as though it should clink as it flexes, its seemingly overlapping armor narrowing into a long, far-too-sharp tip.
  narrowing into a long, far-too-sharp tip.)
• DragonData  + (He is dark and sleek and bronze.)
• DragonData  + (He might be lit from within, pale bronze t …
  He might be lit from within, pale bronze turned luminiscent; he wears his hue like a glowing raiment, glossy hide smooth and polished from the aristocratic arch of his neck to the narrow point of that incisive muzzle. Even his wingsails seem incandescent, as if their delicate draperies have been lit from beneath, marked by traceries of gold about pinions, and the fine points of sharp, sturdy talons. Shadows gather, however, beneath the length of his neck and the curve of his belly; striations of burnished bronze curl their way down the length of him, tapering to almost pure black-bronze at the tip of that fine-wrought tail.
  onze at the tip of that fine-wrought tail.)
• DragonData  + (He might seem a carving of sleek, varnishe …
  He might seem a carving of sleek, varnished ash wood, but no woodcarver would have built a dragon so wide--he has shoulders like a burdenbeast, limbs that are as big around as the trunks of ancient trees. The muscles are not clearly defined but obviously present, the enormous padded bulk of his body making an average-sized brown seem behemoth. His hide is pale as blond wood, smooth over the blocky body and haunches, only faint striations of lighter and darker colors running through it like woodgrain. Huge, broad wings become more pallid still, their sails lit with silver frost. A slim trail of white curves over the left wing only, as though a long-faded scar from some unknown injury. Whatever trauma he seems to have endured, it also seems to have left him without one of his front teeth on the top, the gap obvious whenever he opens his mouth.
  e gap obvious whenever he opens his mouth.)