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Race: Quadripedal silver frost dragon
Age: 697 years (Most commonly on dA. Younger versions may be encountered.)
Size: Roughly 30 feet tall and 74 feet long with 116 foot wingspan. (Most commonly on dA. Size may vary from between rps depending on rp owner preference; Forlirn is meant to be a large dragon.)
True:Scales bluish silver. Horns silver and backset. Eyes purpleish silver. Frill runs from back of neck to tip of tail; small break near shoulders ideal for riding. Talons and supporting spines for frill pure black. Wing membranes and frill membrane blackish silver. Small horn located on tip of snout. Three taloned scar extends from top left to bottom right of face, middle scar barely avoiding left eye. Often wears necklace of a silver dragon claw gripping a green orb from a silver chain. Wears brown leather bag designed for dragons on left shoulder. Paws are slightly but not fully webbed. Hum
It Only has to Happen OnceA large, green creature zipped through the sky. It had four wings, which flapped independently, calmly making its way through the iron jungle, past all the tall buildings. She wore an old shirt with two holes cut in the back for her upper wings which fluttered in the wind, and her hair fluttered as she calmly drifted through the cloudless morning.More Like This
With a flap, she closed her wings and latched on to the side of an old building, holding herself up using her hands and her frontal legs’ talons, with three front-pointing fingers and one large thumb pointing back, all with small claws on them. Her rear leg’s feet were more similar to those of dog’s paws, but wide with big toes. She looked about as she quietly hung there, looking down into the streets, seeing some people walking about, a few vehicles chugging along.
She shoved off of the old building, free-falling for a good 100 feet before her wings shot open and she felt the g-forces try and pull her down, but her velocity
Gryphonics- Chapter 1I gazed out over my empire, leaning against the giant tinted glass window with my arms crossed. I gave a confident twitch of my tail as the massive fuselage of one of our wide bodied jetliners was being moved from one end of the facility to the other on the massive sets of cranes that snaked across the facility. I couldn't help but get the warm feeling of satisfaction, because frankly, to see something that you've built with your own hands manifested in front of you is the greatest feeling one could ever hope to have.More Like This
Of course I can't exactly call them hands anymore, everyone considers them more like talons now. I stood up off the window, instinctively ruffling my wings to reset the feathers. I let my large wings unfurl a bit as I took care of an itch on my back before turning around to get back to work. I felt exhausted and yawned as I refolded my wings, twitching my tail in annoyance. I didn't get much sleep last night. Too much crap was on my mind about this whole parts ordeal (it'