Unique Dragons of Awe and Horror
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- Young and hungry, its head is split vertically by its jaw, bookended by its piggish eyes and also a mane of fiery hue. Its snakelike body has powerful bat-like wings. Its hide appears raw and half-flayed, oozing blood, that suddenly clots hard against weapons. The broad, flat tail is capable of powerful swimming strokes. It is the size of a horse. From its mouth comes a black light, and all it touches is now gone. Gravity has little command of it. You can hear it calling on the loneliest of moors. It prefers to feast upon the substances of Scorpion.
- Old, scarred, and horrible, possessing of a head in the classic lizard style. Its snakelike body has powerful bat-like wings. It has a thick protective fur, of sinopia. Its long, snakelike tail is especially noteworthy for the ever-burning flame at its tip. It is the size of a house. Its breath is a shimmering wave in space, and then all is melting and desiccation. It is found on lonely wind-swept sea cliffs. It prefers to feast upon children.
- Young and hungry, possessing of a head in the classic lizard style. Its stilt-legged body gives it the look of a quadrupedal marsh bird. It possesses shimmering fish skin to its gain. Held aloft, its tail is delicately scaled with poisonous frills. It is the size of a horse. It can let out a deep low undulation which moments later makes all struck by it violently hemorrhage. Its tongue lashes out, and flays, with its tiny burrowing barbs. Dog flesh is poisonous to it. The muck of swamps is its kingdom. It prefers to feast upon platinum.
- This one is not yet in its prime, but still is to be feared— its head is blind worm-things, a looming maw is all that is seen. Its eel-like body is tarry and vile. Light itself seems loath to settle upon its form, making it hidden in shifting murk. Its tail lashes back and forth like an angry cat’s. It is the size of a bear. It can spit balls of fire, lightning fast, of strange hue, and foe chasing. If it licks you, your wounds do not heal until the next new moon. Above all else, the dragon is known for its Uncontrolled Power. You can hear it calling on the loneliest of moors. It prefers to feast upon precious stones.
- Warped, and possessing of witchery, its head is that of the maligned slothful crocodile, and a tight curl of goatish horns. Its long, legless, elegant body ripples in space. It has a thick protective fur, of citrine. Its tail is barbed like a scorpion’s. It is the size of a large dog, or a small horse. From its lungs comes a grey cloud that petrifies what it touches, but only partially, leaving its victims a fleshy core in a stoney crust. Each day it learns and forgets one spell. Its movement is jerky and unreal like a puppet, or someone moving under flickering light. Above all else, the dragon is known for its Glory. The depths of lakes, in the silt, is where it slumbers. It prefers to feast upon rotting flesh.