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• 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.)
• DragonData  + (He's a bear of a brown, thick of shoulder …
  He's a bear of a brown, thick of shoulder and strong of claw, with wings that he wears like a grand and all-encompassing cape. Erratic neckridges are larger than most; that irregular crest sweeps from his darkly chiseled face over an otherwise mahogany backdrop, carrying that sable hue between swept-back headknobs and down his spine in a long swath to the very tip of his tail; that extremity could be broad and strong and dark like his other limbs, but instead it's also long, apt to coil with supple, surprisingly-quick tensile strength. The only true lightness about his looks-- other than, sometimes, his eyes-- must be the rare gold that shines from beneath his wings, illusory softness and not-so-illusory drama inextricably combined.
  t-so-illusory drama inextricably combined.)
• DragonData  + (He's a beastly sort, this dark hulk of a b …
  He's a beastly sort, this dark hulk of a bronze, all short, spindly limbs and big, knobby joints - and deep-set, mischievous eyes. That deep hide's the granular, gritty shade of a brew long-steeped, though brassier metal glints at the tips of talons and tail and the very end of his nose; his wings are hazier, smoky and swirled, limned here and there with the time-muted copper and green and gold of distant lands. The bluntness of his head contrasts the exaggerated length of his neck, neckridges carrying the same barbed spikes as his curving, upturned tail.
  rbed spikes as his curving, upturned tail.)
• DragonData  + (He's a darkling bronze of long legs and lo …
  He's a darkling bronze of long legs and longer tail, grown into the dreadful weight of his wings, with the wolfish prowl to prove it. Those wings are mottled as smokily as the rest of him, but webbed darker still. Darkness shadows the dragon's muzzle as well, like some long-smoldering mask, but it can't fully hide the eerie gleam of his eyes beneath their heavy brows nor the flare of large nostrils seemingly crafted for scenting prey. The only clearer points about him beyond the old silvery scarring which trails like an amorphous rune along his belly, are his neckridges, and even they are less pale than steeled sharp-- ticked at their points like spines-- and of course his avid hunter's claws.
  s-- and of course his avid hunter's claws.)
• DragonData  + (He's a gargoyle of a dragon, blue, brash a …
  He's a gargoyle of a dragon, blue, brash and bony, with a gritty dark hide that might have been carved from solid granite. Glowering brows are so prominent as to shadow the telltale bright colors of his eyes, and the rest of him is all outcroppings and shadows too, all the way to knobby wings and wiggly, wiry tail. But if sometimes he looks like a big rock, he's also one that legions might have passed by: chipping at his now-irregular neckridges, letting patchy lichens grow along his talons and the underside of his tail, scratching graffiti along his ribs and staining his flanks with yellow. It's a lot of wear and tear for one dragon, and he may yet acquire more, but even now he flaunts those shadow-tattered wingsails with pride.
  hose shadow-tattered wingsails with pride.)
• DragonData  + (He's a gaunt hound of a dragon, a collecti …
  He's a gaunt hound of a dragon, a collection of bones animated by a hunter's cheerful, relentless spirit, his joints bulging beneath hide of a wan and green-washed bronze. So pale is he that his eyes stand out in stark relief, bright within deep sockets the burning red of embers, and his big paws seem eternally smirched with a darker, ashen mottling. No other markings does he have, however, not on the blunt head that balances, barely, on a short neck, nor the barrel chest that diminishes to frankly skinny haunches, not even his whippy, wriggly tail. If the thin sails of his sharp-sparred and very aerodynamic wings seem a little greener, it's only because ichor beats so very close and ready beneath the skin, their very vulnerability also their strength.
  ir very vulnerability also their strength.)
• DragonData  + (He's a hunter, a prowler: a mid-sized bron …
  He's a hunter, a prowler: a mid-sized bronze with outsized appetites and equally ginormous wings. Nor are the shades of his hide particularly subtle, though they must serve as camouflage ''somewhere''; he's all fired up in sedimentary shades that near brown and gold as they layer across his narrow frame, paling in long scratches down his throat and deeper gouges along his belly. Another stripe blazes from his broad brow, between forward-set eyes and all the way down to his acutely narrow but strong-jawed, toothy snout; his neckridges are spiky, his forelegs a touch smaller than the norm, his hindquarters solid with the promise of muscle aplenty while his tail is both long and strong. As for those wings, they might as well be comet-blazed, chased with coppery highlights over a bronze as dark as his predatory claws.
  r a bronze as dark as his predatory claws.)
• DragonData  + (He's all ridges and hollows, a lean young …
  He's all ridges and hollows, a lean young dragon the greyed blue of northern waters; salt might as well have encrusted the spiky tips of his spine, such a crystalline glint have they, and the prominences above large, canny eyes. That color shivers into warmth along the underside of his wings, from dusky shoals to the subtler golden shimmer of dawn, less concealed than not always revealed.
  , less concealed than not always revealed.)
• DragonData  + (He's all warm, mutable browns, this mid-si …
  He's all warm, mutable browns, this mid-sized and sturdy dragon-- at once fire-licked and liquid, like the orange glow of a setting sun over a dark, never-still sea. Ripples along his back and sides emphasize the breadth of his shoulders; as they continue down his chest, the orange tints grow hazier and the true browns starker, deepening further and further down his legs. By contrast, the ripples lighten as they rise, his wings and even his neck, right through the small bubbles that ring the base of his throat with odd, obscure symbols. His face is comparatively plain, with no markings to make him stand out amidst other dragons, though the set of his eyes affords him a determined look that jibes with the straightforward vigor of his muscular limbs.
  raightforward vigor of his muscular limbs.)
• DragonData  + (He's got a battered frame to him, long and …
  He's got a battered frame to him, long and lean if heavy with muscle through the shoulders that support massive wings, sheathed in a leathery brown the color of aged chestnut shells. Those wings reach longer than they rightly should, but seem less so when he has them furled, a matter of efficient folding of thin, opaque-seeming sails. He's seen Thread, and it's scarred him a couple of times, along his left shoulder and diagonally down his sharp-ridged tail: old wounds, that don't impair his mobility except at the end of a particularly long, cold day. Though the dragon's talons have a metallic glint to them, they smack of iron rather than anything softer or more malleable.
  er than anything softer or more malleable.)
• DragonData  + (He's physically unimposing, this slight an …
  He's physically unimposing, this slight and slender bronze, the kind of dragon who could so easily have been outright skinny were it not for the natural arch of his neck and the tailored curve of his narrow body. The red-bronze of oxidized cinnabar sweeps across him: upon the aristrocratic bent of his long, sharp face and pointed chin, where he wears his distant lineage so distinctly; up and down each sculpted neckridge; and all the way to the tip of that tail that has such a tendency to probe and pace behind him. Except in flight, he wears his dark, dulled-bronze wings tight, furled like a cloak-- and yet, outstretched, his wingspan is impressive for his size, those wingsails abruptly lustrous as their deep sheen catches any available light.
  ir deep sheen catches any available light.)
• DragonData  + (Hulking, angular, hind-legs dominate an al …
  Hulking, angular, hind-legs dominate an already looming stature, scratched with a coarse brown that peels, as though fetid, rotting into a deep coloring mistakable for black across the back and along a long, ridged tail. High bony ridges define him up to his neck, where they fall away to patchy brown skin that look like scales. Coloring on his chest lightens, this unremarkable brown shade surviving all through his forelegs, up the bottom of his neck, and onto a reddish muzzle. His jaw's as sharp as the rest of him, and his head-knobs little more than tall spikes. That sizable wingspan trends dark, eaten by shadows, his 'sails thick and impenetrable by light. Wicked design seems to have made his back legs larger than his front; huge paws versus those made almost entirely out of curled talons that make resting on the front feet look distinctly uncomfortable.
  front feet look distinctly uncomfortable.)
• DragonData  + (Illumination casts flickering patterns of …
  Illumination casts flickering patterns of reflection along the deeply rich, reddish-bronze dragon like fire within glass, an echo of the volatile brilliance in his wide-set eyes. There's a distinct crest to his neck, long and lean like the rest of him; sharply defined ridges' darkness brightens to each jagged, still-molten tip, while onyx talons seem perennially chipped. His glassy wings are nearly as dark, approaching obsidian when sunlight doesn't shine through them, their fine sails chased with even more coppery highlights that glimmer vibrantly from leading edge to trailing tips.
  rantly from leading edge to trailing tips.)
• DragonData  + (Ineuth could seem a smooth dragon -- at fi …
  Ineuth could seem a smooth dragon -- at first. There's his physique, innately streamlined, approaching athletic as training builds muscle and knowhow; there's his coloring, predominantly the greyed browns of driftwood, further darkened in rippled swaths down his long and narrow wings; there's the way he moves, full of mostly-focused energy ... in a way that makes his glitches that much more noticeable when they do appear. The irregularities don't end there, though these reflect idiosyncrasies rather than issues: dark-cresting neckridges seem pitted along their trailing edges, expanding into patches of bark-like mottling along his flanks and the tip of his tail, while deliberative, heavy-lidded eyes rarely stay solely with one hue. As for his paws, they're also speckled but paler this time, even granular, as though he's always walking on shifting sands.
  ugh he's always walking on shifting sands.)
• DragonData  + (Intricately reptilian patterns scale the h …
  Intricately reptilian patterns scale the hide of this deep, dark brown, their fine charred lines lending him a sinister, disreputable air that's only enhanced by the bright cunning in his brow-shadowed gaze. Further charcoal smudges his neckridges, seeming to dissolve into campfire smoke at their well-honed tips, a haze that drifts all the way down his tail. His wingsails are a smoldering veil, burnt nearly to black along his wingtips and spars, casting even more shadows upon the lanky leanness of his body; he's a dragon well-suited to darkness, sly and swift and unquestioningly self-assured.
  nd swift and unquestioningly self-assured.)
• DragonData  + (Kinetic energy radiates through this drago …
  Kinetic energy radiates through this dragonet's youthfully exaggerated proportions, as though it might set the nebula of his hide-- its hazy clouds of light and contrastingly swart shadows obscuring a burnished copper-bronze backdrop-- into full-fledged and characteristically unpredictable motion. Gravity might well have drawn the darkest hues towards the central part of his frame, leaving his extremities bright and nearly golden at the tips of headknobs and claws, but for the billow of deep, dusted rust across his wingsails that escapes even that. Clusters of stars stipple pale constellations across his top-line, traversing from his muzzle over his neckridges and wingspars, all the way down to the spade of his tail.
  all the way down to the spade of his tail.)
• DragonData  + (Leanly muscled and sure of limb, this tall …
  Leanly muscled and sure of limb, this tall, dark brown has a whimsical air about him from his muzzle's dished profile all the way down, and down, and ''down'' to his small paws. Those extremities of his are even darker than the rest, as though he'd waded hip-high in ink and trailed his tail behind him too, even splashing it up the spars of his all too expansive wings. It's a second look that might find subtler variations, the depth polished away in his softer places to tawny warmth: the velvety curve of his muzzle and the vulnerable indentation behind his jaw, and indistinct dapplings along his underbelly and the fine sails of his wings like so many ghostly fingerprints. It's grace he carries himself with, hard-earned with maturity, but tinted by his own ineluctable humor.
  , but tinted by his own ineluctable humor.)
• DragonData  + (Like a dreamy star-scape, patterned by the …
  Like a dreamy star-scape, patterned by the imaginative hands of an apprentice starsmith, this angular dragon's hide is bedecked in brilliantly luminous blue. His wings are oversized for the slender form of his torso, built like solar sails destined to carry him far; paler than his body, they have a cloudy, insubstantial quality marshalled carefully by the stark blue-black of his pinions. Across his haunches and belly, his hide gives the impression of being stretched too thin, clinging tightly to each bone, muscles barely hinted at beneath. Dark shadows mark his face above each searching, intelligent eye, giving the impression of over-exaggerated eyebrows - and a certain amount of manic eccentricity that is matched by his frenetic movements.
  that is matched by his frenetic movements.)
• DragonData  + (Loam and light drape across a shape that i …
  Loam and light drape across a shape that is awkward and immature. The majority of his hide is rich as the sediments of a river delta, exemplifying earthiness and the solidness of stone, head knobs and muzzle consisting of an even darker shade of brown. Although this young dragon is contrastingly chubby and angular, his frame is broad enough at the thorax and haunches to suggest that he will grow into something much more muscular. The hues of sandier soil whorl from ridge to ridge, the color graduating to darker tones over the middle of his back and onto a tail that begins thick but ends with whipcord thinness. His limbs tend towards a leanness that contrasts with chest and haunches. Broad wings promise strength, the sails the dusky color of silty water, while his feet are a more shadowy, richer brown than his muzzle, and end in talons that glitter like smoky quartz containing dark inclusions that are probably the quick of the talon.
  that are probably the quick of the talon.)
• DragonData  + (Long and angular, with overlarge wings and …
  Long and angular, with overlarge wings and redly scabrous neck ridges, this bronze is not a handsome creature; he may have grown into his asymmetrically-proportioned frame, but nothing can erase the perpetual sneer caused by shadowed eyeridges and a narrow, heavily fanged mouth. His hide is beaten, rusted bronze, with the heaviest concentration of titian corrosion stripping down his flanks and underbelly, bleeding down his limbs like running oil. Veins of carmine interlace in the delicate parts of his wingsails, where muddier colors daub his spars; dark as his winghooks are his claws, a red-tinged ebon that's starkly, sharply unsettling against his other hideous proportions.
  ing against his other hideous proportions.)
• DragonData  + (Long and serpentine, this washed-out brown …
  Long and serpentine, this washed-out brown has been smoothly drawn from a hooked and beaky nose to an ink-tipped stylus of a tail. More inky-brown spots have stained his paws and talons, though the short strokes that outline each eyeridge and headknob seem more purposeful. The whole of his body has a sheen to it, a semblance of shiny mica and sandglass twinkling along his hollow flanks and long neck: a thin dusting of sand to blot up those last dark spills. At least the shadowy spars of his wings have been swept clear, though their generous sails have caught all the excess in their deep pockets; they sparkle in the light, each movement shifting grains until he seems surrounded in a hazy, eternal mirage.
  eems surrounded in a hazy, eternal mirage.)
• DragonData  + (Long and well-proportioned, this green mig …
  Long and well-proportioned, this green might seem sturdy were it not for the angles that make up her frame. Faded carbon sweeps through the chrome green of her hide, leaving deeper strokes of deadly smog in its wake similar to creases and ripples brushed over her form. Her sharp muzzle leads to narrow, hooded eyes that lend her an air of perpetual displeasure, her burnt olive neckridges neat and clean cut. To the left of her spine runs a shadowy, jagged line, beginning midway along her back and running to just shy of the thinning of her tail: an old scar. Slim wingspars match joints so plain to see as to seem almost unprotected, the same smoky haze that smothers her wingsails drifting over the underside of her limbs. Only her large paws and the very tip of her tail permit any trace of light to touch her, glossy opal splashed haphazardly over both. Upon closer inspection, her right forearm is not quite straight, but crooked, as though once broken.
  aight, but crooked, as though once broken.)
• DragonData  + (Mahogany brown hide streaked with honeyed …
  Mahogany brown hide streaked with honeyed rays of sunlight splash over a brown that is more midsection and limbs than anything else, broad chest speaking to potential power and strength. This young dragon seems to have outgrown himself, as a softly rounded appearance diminishes the impact of his bulk from an unassuming face, chubby belly flecked with sunspots and long, solid legs, his small, almost dainty paws sporting thick, white talons. Speckles of dark moss gather in a long dorsal stripe bordered by a froth of lighter sand, drawing the line of his frame and creating angles for the eye to follow. Pale, carbuncle-like neckridges lump along with it, seeming to grow down his length of their own accord rather than as part of his body. Matching a shortish neck, his rudder of a tail is broader than usual even at its forked tip, held off the ground as a feline might for balance. Wings stretch wide but never overtake his large frame, opaque sails a near-black slick of mud mixed with a textured ripple of waves over still water.
  textured ripple of waves over still water.)
• DragonData  + (Mahogany darkens his back, masking powerfu …
  Mahogany darkens his back, masking powerful shoulders and persisting on the flat 'ridges that march up his neck, right until the edge of the teak hood that covers headknobs and eyeridges. A richer rosewood feathers ruddier tones over the tops of his wings, skipping his legs to appear again over fearsome talons. The lighter underside of his youth has darkened with age, attested now only in the clay on the middle of his 'sails and sandstone on his limbs; gossan has since dusted his belly, and fully covered wings' leading edge, while charcoal has scored the trailing fringe. Burnt ochre brings out the hook of his snout, but even that pales in comparison to the bright vermillion of his long tail.%R%RHis front left leg twists at a bit of a strange angle, and he moves with the slightest limp, but no signs of pain.
  the slightest limp, but no signs of pain.)