Dragon Descriptions

This dragon is a sea serpent from the depths of the ocean. From afar, it's scales seem like a midnight black. But as it grows closer to the light it becomes clear those scales are merely a deep, forest green. It's size is as grand as the oceans it resides within, living in the deepest trenches of the seas. Piercing silver eyes glow in the depths of the waters below. Tales speak of flashing lights of silver and blue coming from the depths and shooting upwards, but nothing has been confirmed. This dragon's hoard lies in the trenches of the ocean, golds and silvers and shipwrecks deep in the cracks under the sea. With a mighty breath of misty acid, Nairvuss is a creature to be fearful of.

The Snatcher is a lungdragon of epic proportions. His scales are a deep black, so dark it seems like light shies away from them. But on the off chance that light does his his scales, they have a tinge of purple to them. He lurks in the shadows of his forest, his molten gold eyes staring at you from the darkness. He wanders his woods, searching for new deals to make. But be wary, for this dragon is a trickster at heart. His forest is filled with his underlings, people and creatures who have fallen for his contracts. His hoard is hidden within the woods he commands, deep and filled with golds and silvers and contracts. You may pass through his woods, but should he find you and should you refuse a contract fear his mighty breath of a bright blue flame that burns hotter than anything else around. Beware his forest, for it may be too late to escape this fierce dragon.

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This one is a vast and mighty seven headed hydra. Its scales are a deep, midnight black. They seem stained with red, only showing when the light hits just right. Each head has a different set of eyes: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, silver. It towers over all, living deep in a land hidden away. The island is covered in a constant fog. The island itself seems to move, never being in the same location it was previously spotted. No one dares go near for fear of facing its wrath. Each head breaths a different flame: fire, water, wind, mud, lightning, ice, and acid. Rumors speak of how it became stronger than anything, a last resort if the world is coming to an end. Ancient manuscripts and scrolls show battles of it against mighty opponents, always winning in the end. It is said that, when the world needs it once more, it will come back to the mainland and fight to protect the world and its inhabitants. So beware and be cautious: the end of times will come when its least expected.

You are a fierce and beautiful wyvern. Your scales are a gentle rose pink, soft and pure. Swirls of a dark magenta flow along your scales, making patterns that always seem to shift and change. Your eyes follow the same color as the swirls, a dark magenta. You live in a savannah, a fierce warrior in the lands. Your lair is within the ground, a hidden entrance in a tree the only way to enter. Your breath is an icy water, helping to keep you quenched even on the hottest of days. Your hoard is littered with the bones of your enemies. Fossils and other such things are common as well, a fascinating array of geological beauties. You are a warrior however, weapons of all sorts being in your hoard as well. You are a protector of your savannah, fighting all who seek to harm those in your domain.

You are a sizable lung dragon, a gentle giant. Your scales are white in color, but along your underbelly they are a light grass green. Your eyes come in the same color as your green scales, soft and joyous. You live along an area of mud, a clearing in a forest. Your lair is hidden within the trees, keeping you close to the muds that you use. Your breath is a blazing flame, aiding you in the creations you male. The muds around you are scoured and searched, finding clay to help you create beautiful masterpieces and artworks. Your breath aids you in creating these, using it to dry and solidify the wet clay. Your hoard is filled with these sculptures and the tools you use. Its filled, as well, with all sorts of things to use to dye the clays all colors known.

As a larger than normal fae dragon, this one is an unusual one. Its scales are a muted jean blue. Along its spine, the scales are a seafoam green, muted as well. White scales separate the two colors along it's back, glimmering in comparison to the two muted colors. Yellow-orange scales on its left horn and close to its eye form a starburst pattern. Its eyes are a simple black, surprisingly piercing. It lives within different homes, jumping from one to the next. It has no specific lair. Along those lines, it also has no specific hoard. Instead it goes into different homes, taking spinach and cans to eat and play with. Its breath comes out as a small wind, harmless to all.

You are a fierce and feisty fae like dragon. Your scales are a vibrant pink, spots of light brown along your back. Your eyes are a piercing and vibrant cerulean, brighter even than the morning sky. You live on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the sea and the forests. You as re a bright streak to all who see, swift and fleeting in the day. Your lair is located in the cliffside, a small entrance just the size for a being like you. You use your breath of icy air to keep away predators and beings who may want to harm you and your allies, making the air frigid but not freezing. You streak across the land, finding treasures and trinkets just right for you and your hoard. Seashells, broken items, forgotten jewelry, and the likes all find their way into your hidden hoard. You are a collector of the unique and bright, enjoying the way they shimmer in the sun.

You are a magnificent dragon of the western style. You have beautiful scales that gently shift through the rainbow, seeming to always change and swirl in the day and night. Your eyes are a bright white, speckled with colors throughout. You live in a hidden away village, a bright and lovely location. You live within a bright house, colors shimmering and shifting through stainedglass windows and hanging crystals. You work with the village to create masterpieces to send to various locations, whether it be paintings or sculptures or drawings you and your village do it all. Your breath is a gentle flame, easily controlled to help with these masterpieces. Your hoard is filled with your art supplies, things you use to create beautiful artifacts.

You are a fierce wyvern. Your scales are a shimmering white, neon green flowing across them in waves and swirls. Your eyes are the same neon green, bright and glowing. You live in mountainous caves, the dark your ally that you stalk within. You wait for prey to come near, jumping them with a silent attack. Your breath is a heavy acid that glows like your eyes, green and pulsing. Your enemies speak of the caves, telling all to be wary when going near. Your lair is a cave hidden deep with tunnels connecting to the other caverns, easy access to your hunt. Your hoard is filled with all sorts of items. Lost gadgets and gizmos, things that you work on and use for entertainment. But mainly its filled with the precious gems you've found in the caves, shining and sparkling.

You are a speedy amphithere. Your scales are a vibrant, shining aqua blue. They shimmer in the light, like a beacon to the lost. Your eyes are a faded purple, seeming to glow in the night. You live high upon a plateau, the freezing air and snowy land affecting you none. Your breath of icy blue fire keeps you warm from within, aiding you in staying safe on the frozen land on which you live. Your lair is deep within the ice, a melted cave of your own design. The ice is in such a way that the light makes it a rainbow from within. Your hoard is filled with beautiful gems and carvings that you've found and made yourself, perfect and shining in your lair. You create carvings for all of your adventures, each one having a memory all of it's own.

You are a powerful sea serpent. Your scales are a deep grey with a tinge of color, streaks and swirls of lilac flowing across your body. Your eyes are the same lilac in color. You live in a beautiful lake, surrounded by the flora and fauna of the waters below. The entire lake is your lair, no specific spot being called your home. You swim with speed and agility, stronger than many others. You are a playful creature, using your mighty breath of wind to create beautiful fountains and streams for the creatures below. Your hoard is the lake itself. All lost items within become yours, all the creatures and critters are yours. The lake is yours to do with as you please.

This one is a tiny fae, unique in design. Her scales are a pure white, unblemished and pure. She cloaks herself with a fabric of red, hiding with ease somehow. Her eyes are a pure black, piercing and fierce. Her tail is different than most, coming to a sharpened point for fighting in ways that are unseen. Her breath is a piercing lightning, electrifying and powerful. She lives in a dreary land, a protector to those who cannot fight. She has no lair and no hoard, spending all her time seeking out enemies to fight and keep away from the ones she protects. Many know not to go near her land in fear of facing her wrath.

You are an amphithere. With large and vibrant scales of white, you are a blinding streak in the air and the seas. Your piercing magenta eyes are covered in a special eyelid to protect you from the sea. You live on a floating island, diving into the sea from great heights above. Your lair is within the core of the island, a vast cave filled with crystals and gemstones. They glow in the dark, the sunlight never reaching them. Your breath is a freezing fire, a white flame that freezes to the touch. Your hoard is filled with the bones of your enemies and the weapons you craft from the metal you find.

You are a mighty drake. Your scales are a vibrant red, like the purest of rubies. They shine in the light of fire and lava, like that of where you live. Your eyes are a shimmering grey, speckled with flakes of all sorts of colors. Your home is along the edge of a volcano, too hot for many. You thrive in this heat, your lair within a cave connected to the bubbling lava within. Your breath is an almighty flame, powered to lava by where you live. Your hoard is filled with diamonds and obsidian, and other such things that withstand the heat. Many fear and respect you for what you can do where you live.

This one is a bright and fun loving wyvern. With scales of a bright, light yellow, they seem almost as though the sunlight was given form. Their eyes are a golden yellow, shimmering and fun. They live in areas where the sun is constant, commonly found within oases' in the deserts. They play within the water, bringing the cooling aqua to those who need it most. They have no particular home, instead travelling from oases to oases to have fun and explore. Their breaths are a sparkling lightning, bright and pure like twinkling lights. Their hoard is nothing but the jewels they wear and the canteens they carry. When they pass, people cannot help but smile at the excitement and joy they always seem to share.