Browse wiki

This browny-gold young queen carries clubs with her, wingspars as thick and blunt as her jaw on an even larger scale, ashen like aged bones. She carries treasure with her too: the small and close-set jewels of her eyes, shiny-dark and rapacious and so often joyful; the even more opulent folds of her wingsails, dusty-dark and warm and rich as the shadows of throat and flanks. Within those two extremes she's that smudged, umber gold, her hide clinging to a skeleton that needs to be grown into, short of neck and skinny of haunch with a strong chest in between. But if her neckridges are ragged, and so is her carriage, there's no missing the fine lines of her long, sensual tail, or the wicked promise of ebon-gold talons.