With a serene mien, a fluffy green llama with long eyelashes stands guard here.
Looking very much like a sheep with its neck and limbs stretched too long, this fluffy camelid gazes
around with a serene mien, clearly considering himself the most important llama in existence as he
flutters his long eyelashes. He is covered from head to hooves with curly green fur, which begs to
be touched and pressed against the cheek, if one could get past the llama's protective, glittering
eyes. His mouth is scrunched up, large teeth protruding, ready to spit at a moment's notice as he
snuffles the air with his soft, velvety nose. Two longish ears protrude from his head, occasionally
turning this way and that to detect stray noises. Between his ears is a mop of silky fur drooping
over the face. He is called 'Kuzco.'
You administer a dose of zimoru reagent to a grey, fat pony with feathered wings. A golden glow surrounds her which shimmers and you watch in amazement as she transforms into a silver speckled, sleek pony with green feathered wings.
Little more than a ball of ghostly white poof, this baby penguin barely registers as a living being beneath the downy exterior. The only delineating feature is a black marking that begins at her neck then swoops around the back of her head to end surrounding her beak. Like a tiny hood, her distinct pattern leaves the rest of her face, prominently the cheeks, pristine and untouched of any hue. Glassy obsidian eyes sit centre in each alabaster circle with a pondering expression for the wide world.
Sitting squat and low to the ground, this penguin is a perfectly poofy puff of baby.
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Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this well-proportioned penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. Her face is a bright white around a black thin beak, surrounded by a raven-dark line at the edge of her cheeks to her chin and topped with the same hue to resemble a flat hat against her head. Attached around her neck, she carries a shimmering rubescent bow. Always with the slightest tilt to her head facing upwards, she exudes a confidence and ambition in her carriage. She is called 'Ankles.'
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this darling penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. Resembling a pair of bushy eyebrows, a blot of snowy white rims her raven-black eyes and extends in a blotchy circle above as the only marking on her otherwise black head. Attached around her neck, she carries a giant manacle collar. Perfect for sliding on, her belly is white and smooth with a slight bulge that does not hide her black feet tipped with dainty claws. She is called 'Snowcrow.'
Why is my penguin boring af, even after like nine zimorus?
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this regal penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. Blinking in delight, his piercing green eyes peek out from a tuft of fuzzy red crest feathers. Attached around his neck, he dons an elegant white bow tie. With a graceful curve of his head, he gently sorts through his lustrous feathers from time to time. He is called 'Pingo.'
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
Penguins are just different, I think. Some of the difference goes into their mannerisms rather than their physical appearance. I have examples below!
Each penguin ingested ~108 feed
=Pure Fruitfeed=
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this robust penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. Dazzling golden eyes create the perfect showman in this penguin, the imagery enhanced by a particularly stylish top hat banded with aureate lace and decorated with a frilly white feather. Attached around his neck, he dons a plain leather saddle. Standing stock still like a statue, he shows off the splendour of his appearance.
=Pure Vegfeed=
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this robust penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. He has liquid brown eyes that shine with curiosity beneath a bald, black-feathered head. Attached around his neck, he dons a blue-trimmed saddle. Lifting his small wings to shoulder height, he occasionally opens and closes his beak.
=Pure Meatfeed=
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this corpulent penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. Her face is a bright white around a black thin beak, surrounded by a raven-dark line at the edge of her cheeks to her chin and topped with the same hue to resemble a flat hat against her head. Attached around her neck, she carries a red-and-white swirl ribbon. Standing tall with only the barest slouch, she balances on two orange-hued feet.
=Pure Fishfeed=
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this cute penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. Lovely swirls of white fur make up his cheeks, while his beak and forehead remain a midnight black. Attached around his neck, he dons a black-sequined bow tie. He stands with his head curled down to look at his feet, completely engrossed. [[I love the mental image that provides]]
=Pure Eggfeed=
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this stout penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. He has two enormous eyes of a fiery red hue in the shadow of a pure black crest. Attached around his neck, he dons a red-accented saddle. He occasionally preens his feathers, careful to keep them neat and tidy.
a lady-like penguin with a collar strung with delicate seed pearls Standing majestically, a lady-like penguin with a collar strung with delicate seed pearls surveys the surroundings.
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this lady-like penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. A sweeping crest of head feathers splays outward from her head, touched with rime that glistens and glitters as a polished quartz to match shimmering opalescent eyes. Attached around her neck, she carries a collar strung with delicate seed pearls. Fading like a beautiful sunrise, a golden hue becomes a radiant gradient from chest to feet on this royally poised penguin. She is called 'Pengui.'
Yay it finally matured... Not bad for a first attempt, might zimoru it later though.
a grungy black rage worg with wings of churning fire Snarling and slavering, a massive grungy black rage worg with wings of churning fire waits here. At first glance, this rage worg appears like the common wolf, with a narrow muzzle, upright, triangular ears, and a club-like tail. The similarities end there, however; rising fifteen hands at the shoulder, the beast cuts a hulking figure, possessing a pelt of grungy black fur and wings of churning fire. Thick muscle ripples beneath his coat, yet his movements belie a savage grace and swiftness uncharacteristic of a creature of his size. Knife-like fangs line his grinning maw, while a pair of amber eyes stare outward with a cruel intelligence. Beneath his massive paws, shadows undulate outward, forming trembling images of skeletal trees upon the ground.
A misty sidiak bird with amorphous wings of light and shadow
Nebulous and incandescent, this sibylline sidiak bird displays her misty form with pride and effervescent grace. Bearing little in the way of physical shape, she seems instead to be made almost entirely of crashing whorls of colour, which drift in and out of formation as she moves. Her avian head is made of the same manifest thought, with glittering, irisless eyes of galactic hues that seem always to be watching you no matter where you move. With amorphous wings of light and shadow, this radiant creature never deigns to alight upon a surface, seeming to require nothing so mundane as rest.
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this limber penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and
simplicity. His eyes are a golden yellow in hue, reminiscent of drops of honey upon white cheeks
hooded in black feathers. Attached around his neck, he dons a noose of vines. Golden beads have been
woven into his feathers, gathered by the penguin over time; against the black of his form they give
the appearance of a starry night.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
A pale strix with wings trailing flecks of molten silver
Owl-like in form, the enigmatic nature of this legendary strix speaks to its inability to remain corporeal, causing it to linger somewhere in between. Argent talons, foreboding and razor sharp, extend from the tips of her four silver feet, which, when standing on solid ground, give her the height of a maturing fawn. Pale feathers cloak her body and two longer tufts sweep backwards from the crest of her head, as if she wore a crown of her own design. Occasionally, the wise-eyed strix clicks her wickedly long, curved beak and she periodically shifts her wings trailing flecks of molten silver that cascade majestically from her back. Seeking something unknown, her unblinking, glowing eyes stare deeply at the world, as if she sees what others do not, and a sense of guarded insight manifests within the aura of confidence that surrounds her. Faint wisps of ethereal energy follow her every movement and a palpable spectral whispering trails in her wake.
an enchanting emerald squonkabonk with chromatic peacock wings
An enchanting emerald squonkabonk stands here amidst a pool of frosty tears, chromatic peacock wings protruding out from the many flesh folds along her back.
A mass of enchanting emerald skin, the squonkabonk is a horrible malformation of the smaller squonk, making the tiny, hideous fae quite attractive in comparison. Warts cover every bit of the poor creature's form, from her bulbous, stumpy tail, to the swollen maw upon her face. Beneath the protruding flap of flesh upon her brow, the fae's innocent powder blue eyes glimmer, providing the only beauty afforded to her otherwise grotesque figure. A constant stream of frosty tears falls steadily down the beast's cheeks, pooling in a puddle about her that fills the air with the scent of all things foul. Protruding out from amidst the puckers along her back are chromatic peacock wings which shift about as she waddles around on her four stumpy legs.
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a sparkling sapphire squonkabonk with shimmering silver wings
A sparkling sapphire squonkabonk stands here amidst a pool of effervescent tears, shimmering silver wings protruding out from the many flesh folds along her back.
A mass of sparkling sapphire skin, the squonkabonk is a horrible malformation of the smaller squonk, making the tiny, hideous fae quite attractive in comparison. Warts cover every bit of the poor creature's form, from her bulbous, stumpy tail, to the swollen maw upon her face. Beneath the protruding flap of flesh upon her brow, the fae's deep emerald eyes glimmer, providing the only beauty afforded to her otherwise grotesque figure. A constant stream of effervescent tears falls steadily down the beast's cheeks, pooling in a puddle about her that fills the air with the scent of all things foul. Protruding out from amidst the puckers along her back are shimmering silver wings which shift about as she waddles around on her four stumpy legs.
A fuzzy penguin with a shimmering red silk collar with silver bells
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this fuzzy penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. A wide-brimmed top hat on his head has seen better days, its tattered edges only barely hiding his eyes, sewn shut with crimson thread. Attached around his neck, he dons a shimmering red silk collar with silver bells. Unruffled, he makes as few movements as possible as he observes everything around him. He is called 'Fannar'.
A shimmering silver squonkabonk stands here amidst a pool of pure
tears, regal gold wings protruding out from the many flesh folds along her back.
A mass of shimmering silver skin, the squonkabonk is a horrible malformation of the smaller squonk,
making the tiny, hideous fae quite attractive in comparison. Warts cover every bit of the poor
creature's form, from her bulbous, stumpy tail, to the swollen maw upon her face. Beneath the
protruding flap of flesh upon her brow, the fae's flecked silver eyes glimmer, providing the only
beauty afforded to her otherwise grotesque figure. A constant stream of pure tears falls steadily
down the beast's cheeks, pooling in a puddle about her that fills the air with the scent of all
things foul. Protruding out from amidst the puckers along her back are regal gold wings which shift
about as she waddles around on her four stumpy legs. She is called 'Snytch.'
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this robust penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. He has eyeless sockets that stare accusingly around him, and a spiky crest of bones. Attached around his neck, he dons a bright green collar with red flowers. With a stoic bearing, he holds himself compactly upright, wings placed gently against his sides. He is called 'Fannar.'
I decided to zimoru my thunderbird. She decided to start listening to the Cure.
The thunderbird is as large as a giant eagle, with head feathers that spread around her neck like a mane and tail feathers that flare out behind her. Her midnight black wings are twice as long as the length of her body tip-to-tip and surrounded by forks of black lightning. With each beat of her wings, the sound of a small thunderclap echoes around her. She preens and cleans her deep black feathers with a long curved beak, golden eyes glowing with a noble intellect. She is called 'Thundercrow.'
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Colourful and exotic to behold, a jewel-toned paradise parrot preens red-and-blue wings here, glittering trails of stardust dancing about his form.
Every colour the sky has ever known ornaments this extraordinarily colourful, jewel-toned bird, whose rainbow plumage shimmers as if newly painted by the Gods. He raises his neck proudly to reveal the deeply turquoise plumage of his breast, a colour which sharply contrasts against the scarlet feathers on his legs and the yellow of his underbelly. His onyx eyes dark as the gloaming, he fans out an impressive tail that doubles his entire length, each slender, elegant plume painted a brighter shade than the last. He idly preens red-and-blue wings with his strong, curved beak, which shines a lustrous pearl to match his leisurely curling talons. His rare beauty unquestioned, his avian silhouette is outlined by glittering trails of stardust, dancing about him in sporadic arcs.
Purty.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
With a coy countenance, a pearlescent, slender swan graced with velvety wings of blush-pink glides through the air here.
a pearlescent, slender swan graced with velvety wings of blush-pink
Curves and lines indicative of refinement at its best, this swan exemplifies queenly majesty with a pearlescent, slender physique. Full and expansive, she flaunts velvety wings of blush-pink in a dazzling display of flight and feathers. Gazing at the world from stoic eyes of ebony, this cygnus is no common waterfowl. With a coy countenance, she glides upon the gentle currents of the air, utilising the breeze as easy as a fish swims in water. She is called 'Georgie.'
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With a spirited mien, a fluffy lustrous llama with dazzling furry wings stands guard here.
a fluffy lustrous llama with dazzling furry wings
Looking very much like a sheep with its neck and limbs stretched too long, this fluffy camelid gazes around with a spirited mien, clearly considering herself the most important llama in existence as she flutters her dazzling furry wings. She is covered from head to hooves with curly lustrous fur, which begs to be touched and pressed against the cheek, if one could get past the llama's protective, glittering eyes. Her mouth is scrunched up, large teeth protruding, ready to spit at a moment's notice as she snuffles the air with her soft, velvety nose. Two longish ears protrude from her head, occasionally turning this way and that to detect stray noises. Between her ears is a mop of long, smooth fur drooping to the right. She is called 'Teena.'
On knobby knees, a young kirin carefully examines the world with fierce dragon eyes.
Muted brown scales cover this young kirin's round dragon face, opening into wide, bright eyes and a mouth filled with tiny teeth. A small nub barely begins to rise from the top of her head before her neck transitions into the soft, furry body of a deer fawn. Her tail is long but nearly bare, only the softest fuzz covering it.
Inherents are Sleepcloud and Amnesiacloud
ALSO: kirin ambient:
A young kirin slowly spins forward, bleating out in surprise when she suddenly flips head -over-heels in midair, circling a few times before finally slowing to an indignant halt.
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Cloven hooves floating off the ground, a ruby scaled kirin with a pair of smooth brown antlers displays a thick ivory mane.
a ruby scaled kirin with a pair of smooth brown antlers
This kirin is a magnificent creature to behold, her ruby scaled form shifting from the head of a dragon to a deer's body, with a thick ivory mane sprouting from the juncture. Cloven hooves floating off the ground, she holds her head high to display a pair of smooth brown antlers curving back from her proud brow. Matching her regal mane, a tuft of vibrant hair bursts from the lower half of her long tail.
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Glowing slightly, a saffron scaled kirin with a pair of rough brown horns displays a thick ivory mane.
a saffron scaled kirin with a pair of rough brown horns
This kirin is a magnificent creature to behold, his saffron scaled form shifting from the head of a dragon to a deer's body, with a thick ivory mane sprouting from the juncture. Glowing slightly, he holds his head high to display a pair of rough brown horns curving back from his proud brow. Matching his regal mane, a tuft of vibrant hair bursts from the lower half of his long tail.
Cloven hooves floating off the ground, a red and orange scaled kirin with a pair of ivory antlers displays a wispy gold mane.
This kirin is a magnificent creature to behold, his red and orange scaled form shifting from the
head of a dragon to a deer's body, with a wispy gold mane sprouting from the juncture. Cloven hooves
floating off the ground, he holds his head high to display a pair of ivory antlers curving back from
his proud brow. Matching his regal mane, a tuft of vibrant hair bursts from the lower half of his
long tail.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
I may or may not have zimoru'd it. Now it's the prettiest ever.
Crackling with orange sparks, a silver edged gold kirin with a horn of glowing amber displays fiery wings of red and gold.
This kirin is a magnificent creature to behold, his silver edged gold form shifting from the head of
a dragon to a deer's body, with fiery wings of red and gold sprouting from the juncture. Crackling
with orange sparks, he holds his head high to display a horn of glowing amber curving back from his
proud brow. Matching his regal mane, a tuft of vibrant hair bursts from the lower half of his long
tail.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
A sapphire scaled kirin with a pair of golden antlers
Wreathed in bright white light, a sapphire scaled kirin with
a pair of golden antlers displays a wispy gold mane.
This kirin is a magnificent creature to behold, her sapphire scaled form shifting from the head of a dragon to a deer's body, with a wispy gold mane sprouting from the juncture. Wreathed in bright white light, she holds her head high to display a pair of golden antlers curving back from her proud brow. Matching her regal mane, a tuft of vibrant hair bursts from the lower half of her long tail. She is called "Aliskirin.'
Her wings are green wings with glittering emerald tips.
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Little more than a ball of ghostly white poof, this baby penguin barely registers as
a living being beneath the downy exterior. The only delineating feature is a black
marking that begins at her neck then swoops around the back of her head to end
surrounding her beak. Like a tiny hood, her distinct pattern leaves the rest of her
face, prominently the cheeks, pristine and untouched of any hue. Glassy obsidian eyes
sit centre in each alabaster circle with a pondering expression for the wide world.
Sitting squat and low to the ground, this penguin is a perfectly
poofy puff of baby.
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this regal penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. Blinking in delight, his piercing green eyes peek out from a tuft of fuzzy red crest feathers. Attached around his neck, he dons an elegant white bow tie. With a graceful curve of his head, he gently sorts through his lustrous feathers from time to time. He is called 'Pingo.'
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Each penguin ingested ~108 feed
=Pure Fruitfeed=
=Pure Vegfeed=
=Pure Meatfeed=
=Pure Fishfeed=
=Pure Eggfeed=
Standing majestically, a lady-like penguin with a collar strung with delicate seed pearls surveys the surroundings.
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this lady-like penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and simplicity. A sweeping crest of head feathers splays outward from her head, touched with rime that glistens and glitters as a polished quartz to match shimmering opalescent eyes. Attached around her neck, she carries a collar strung with delicate seed pearls. Fading like a beautiful sunrise, a golden hue becomes a radiant gradient from chest to feet on this royally poised penguin. She is called 'Pengui.'
a grungy black rage worg with wings of churning fire
Snarling and slavering, a massive grungy black rage worg with wings of churning fire waits here.
At first glance, this rage worg appears like the common wolf, with a narrow muzzle, upright, triangular ears, and a club-like tail. The similarities end there, however; rising fifteen hands at the shoulder, the beast cuts a hulking figure, possessing a pelt of grungy black fur and wings of churning fire. Thick muscle ripples beneath his coat, yet his movements belie a savage grace and swiftness uncharacteristic of a creature of his size. Knife-like fangs line his grinning maw, while a pair of amber eyes stare outward with a cruel intelligence. Beneath his massive paws, shadows undulate outward, forming trembling images of skeletal trees upon the ground.
Nebulous and incandescent, this sibylline sidiak bird displays her misty form with pride and effervescent grace. Bearing little in the way of physical shape, she seems instead to be made almost entirely of crashing whorls of colour, which drift in and out of formation as she moves. Her avian head is made of the same manifest thought, with glittering, irisless eyes of galactic hues that seem always to be watching you no matter where you move. With amorphous wings of light and shadow, this radiant creature never deigns to alight upon a surface, seeming to require nothing so mundane as rest.
Dressed in a tuxedo of colours, this limber penguin is the epitome of monochrome beauty and
an enchanting emerald squonkabonk with chromatic peacock wings
An enchanting emerald squonkabonk stands here amidst a pool of frosty tears, chromatic peacock wings protruding out from the many flesh folds along her back.
A mass of enchanting emerald skin, the squonkabonk is a horrible malformation of the smaller squonk, making the tiny, hideous fae quite attractive in comparison. Warts cover every bit of the poor creature's form, from her bulbous, stumpy tail, to the swollen maw upon her face. Beneath the protruding flap of flesh upon her brow, the fae's innocent powder blue eyes glimmer, providing the only beauty afforded to her otherwise grotesque figure. A constant stream of frosty tears falls steadily down the beast's cheeks, pooling in a puddle about her that fills the air with the scent of all things foul. Protruding out from amidst the puckers along her back are chromatic peacock wings which shift about as she waddles around on her four stumpy legs.
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a sparkling sapphire squonkabonk with shimmering silver wings
A sparkling sapphire squonkabonk stands here amidst a pool of effervescent tears, shimmering silver wings protruding out from the many flesh folds along her back.
A mass of sparkling sapphire skin, the squonkabonk is a horrible malformation of the smaller squonk, making the tiny, hideous fae quite attractive in comparison. Warts cover every bit of the poor creature's form, from her bulbous, stumpy tail, to the swollen maw upon her face. Beneath the protruding flap of flesh upon her brow, the fae's deep emerald eyes glimmer, providing the only beauty afforded to her otherwise grotesque figure. A constant stream of effervescent tears falls steadily down the beast's cheeks, pooling in a puddle about her that fills the air with the scent of all things foul. Protruding out from amidst the puckers along her back are shimmering silver wings which shift about as she waddles around on her four stumpy legs.
Blue fists adorning his majestic body, a leafy kelp dragon floats here, riddled with silver hearts.
This graceful beast consists of a large collection of golden seaweed found on the bottom of any
her neck like a mane and tail feathers that flare out behind her. Her midnight black
wings are twice as long as the length of her body tip-to-tip and surrounded by forks
of black lightning. With each beat of her wings, the sound of a small thunderclap
echoes around her. She preens and cleans her deep black feathers with a long curved
beak, golden eyes glowing with a noble intellect. She is called 'Thundercrow.'
Purty.
around with a spirited mien, clearly considering herself the most important llama in existence as
she flutters her dazzling furry wings. She is covered from head to hooves with curly lustrous fur,
which begs to be touched and pressed against the cheek, if one could get past the llama's protective,
glittering eyes. Her mouth is scrunched up, large teeth protruding, ready to spit at a moment's
notice as she snuffles the air with her soft, velvety nose. Two longish ears protrude from her head,
occasionally turning this way and that to detect stray noises. Between her ears is a mop of long,
smooth fur drooping to the right. She is called 'Teena.'
eyes and a mouth filled with tiny teeth. A small nub barely begins to rise from the top of
her head before her neck transitions into the soft, furry body of a deer fawn. Her tail is
long but nearly bare, only the softest fuzz covering it.
-over-heels in midair, circling a few times before finally slowing to an indignant halt.
A jade scaled kirin with a pair of tawny antlers
Edit: Taught her flying, and now the mane has been replaced by long-feathered wings of blue and gold.
dragon to a deer's body, with a thick ivory mane sprouting from the juncture. Cloven hooves floating
off the ground, she holds her head high to display a pair of smooth brown antlers curving back from
her proud brow. Matching her regal mane, a tuft of vibrant hair bursts from the lower half of her
long tail.
dragon to a deer's body, with a thick ivory mane sprouting from the juncture. Glowing slightly, he
holds his head high to display a pair of rough brown horns curving back from his proud brow.
Matching his regal mane, a tuft of vibrant hair bursts from the lower half of his long tail.
of a dragon to a deer's body, with a wispy gold mane sprouting from the juncture. Wreathed in
bright white light, she holds her head high to display a pair of golden antlers curving back
from her proud brow. Matching her regal mane, a tuft of vibrant hair bursts from the lower half
of her long tail. She is called "Aliskirin.'