Dragon

Name: 'Glowworm', Originally Known as: Iridescent
Gender: Female
Size/Shoulder/Length: Medium 9' s / 40' l / 62' and 25' ws
Colors: mostly glowing spring green, shiny nearly metallic pale greens, pale sea-aqua belly, yellow-green spots and trim, sky blue gradient into dusty blue, and brilliant white, claws and spikes pale blue, eyes bright peach
Features: Silkwing, four slender muscular legs, with 5 and 4 sharp claws; four butterfly-like leathery wings with 3 and 1 visible fingers, short or stiff wrist thumb, elbow strut all with short claws; body is compact, neck heavy; heavily scaled with softer belly, overlapping mid-neck and body, tail scales; face is dished with prominent eye ridges, rounded beak, two elegant long spiraled horns, two long slender antennae, external ears; dorsal spines from head to tail tip
Powers: Winged Flight, though Glow doesn't do much flying these days, living as she does in underground caverns, she can still fly short distances in the dark, and only flies at night outside
Senses, her antennae are extremely sensitive to vibrations, as well as magnetism and pressure - making her able to detect when it's safer to go outside her underground cavern, when that cave might collapse, or even when there's a rainstorm that will cause a flash flood. Also she is keenly aware of the passage of time though on Earth it's a little weird because there's only that one moon to feel for. She easily makes her way through the darkness with her eyes, ears, antennae, and sharp mind
Climbing and Clinging, many Silkwings would be used to climbing the great trees of their home land, but she uses this to scamper through caverns or up plateau and mesa cliffsides just as if it was flat ground. She can remain upside down or on a vertical surface indefinitely
Verbal Speech, don't listen to anything she might say
Silk Production, Her normal silk is durable and somewhat springy, elastic while it's still fresh, so she uses it similarly to a spider hunting large prey, wrapping it in generous swaths while whatever it is inside is still able to bulge it or think it's going to give when it definitely will not. She can make a wide net of it that can cover an entire cavern entrance in a nearly-invisible net, leading to fine tendrils of trigger silk alerting her to anything that wanders through it. Like the antlions that live under the Rookery, she can also dig out holes into the dirt and sand, line it with a thicker silk, and store things in it, sealed off until shattered by her claws or a stray crowbar
Possesses a variant of flamesilk that instead of burning the color of fire, hers glows an entrancing icy blue similar to the glowworms she shares the sinkhole caves with. But it still scorches enemies, maybe a few degrees worse than normal flamesilk... This also causes her to slightly glow, creating a faint spring-green glow that can illuminate cavern walls as well as the night sky to a small area around herself (about 20 feet from her body including limbs and tail). Note that while other forms of 'glow' silk may be 'painless', hers is definitely painful, and lasts for nearly a week if it's just hung up along a wall. Exposure to colder temperatures, rain, or wind, will reduce this time
Metamorphosis, as all Silkwings, she started life with no wings, and at 6 years cocooned herself and came out with these amazing flight-worthy wings, and any offspring she may eventually lay, will also have such a trait. If it is mixed with a shapeshifter, it's possible that they will need to cocoon themselves to change
Parentage: Pure silkwing; it's possible but not confirmed that she's related to Lumin, but the other dragoness won't say even if she knows
Origin: Adopted from HufflepuffHannah on Deviantart, Wings of Fire by Tui Sutherland
Other Info: With a few spare dragons showing up without contact by the Rookery, some have wandered into weird places around Rookery Earth. This one... happens to have located the deep and vast underground cavern system below Black Mesa and the Ranch

Events or History: (from original adoptable description: A dragon who is obsessed with anything shiny, Iridescent absolutely LOVES making intricate, complicated webs of their odd, glowing silk in the darkness of Pantala's sinkholes. She loves having prey gawk at her own shimmering scales, and her eyes widen with glee as she traps them, then eats them up, animal, scavenger, or dragon. The HiveWings have a myth about this predator, though they do not share it around their SilkWing servants, and they say her name is "The Glowworm")

While she still calls herself Iridescent, she's never actually told anyone else - certainly not any of the dragons that might come 'visiting' her down in the caves, and the Vorts give her a wide berth. She fits right in among the Antlion caves below the Ranch, extending as far north as the Ranch, and south to the Rookery itself. And as they're covered in their own slightly-glowing extrusions she thought perhaps there might be someone else of interest here, turns out it's just more prey. It's easy to tell where she's been, however, since her own glows at a different color value than the yellowish crust of Antlion tunnels (the background of this page, for instance, is that very texture and color). It is also likely that there have been wandering refugees that wound up in her clutches before anyone else found them, since some of her hollowed out caches do have human remains in them. It's also entirely possible that she doesn't bother eating them either, but might use them as bait for other edible prey.

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And then one day something... compelled her to approach one of the devices that those humans had assembled in the desert. Hadn't been functional in a while, by the looks of the sandy dust on it. It was technology she couldn't possibly comprehend otherwise, but she had seen from a distance, a burst of energy, magnetism, and strange power that would then result in a dragon showing up here. Whatever prompted the arrivals she wasn't sure. And whatever had prompted her to approach this one at this moment, also... unsure.

But when she did so, she could feel it in her entire body, her antennae shaking with it - it was 'on', but it wasn't bringing anything to the Rookery's remote ranch collection plate. It was handing it out.

Where she wound up, it was dark. For that at least she seemed reasonably thankful. But ... but where?

It was nothing like anywhere she'd been - a cavern, certainly, but there was such a strange vibration around it that she wasn't at all sure it wasn't just a dream. She couldn't possibly have anticipated being moved by the Healing Den, nor through time, but there she was - none of those words would ever cross her mind, she would remain oblivious to this unless someone fully explained it to her. And that explanation might come, as she did sense dragons. Well, their motion, four feet, certain gaits, large and small. Many small.

So it was, that this unusual loner of a Silkwing arrived to the Death Court's latest clutch.

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(from hatching, by Mystic)

Two of the balespawn eggs hatched at once, as if they had coordinated their arrival. The two hatchlings that spilled onto the ground were each a dark, bruised colour. Until their green fire flared to life, casting one as a vibrant purple and the other a deep, ocean blue. The two hatchlings exchanged a look, then turned their attention toward Naxi’im. The purple hatchling raised two fists in the air, showing off their middle fingers in a very human show of disrespect, while the blue one stuck out their tongue and blue a loud raspberry.

::You’ll never take us alive, buttface!:: The purple cried triumphantly to the assemblage.

Naxi’im narrowed his eyes, a low growl rolling over in his chest. He could feel Takith’s desperate need to protect her children. He heard her pleas in the back of his mind not to hurt them. He didn’t care.

::Get them,:: he commanded.

A dozen dragons eagerly leapt to his command, Death Court and outsider alike. The dragonesses around their eggs hissed at the sudden surge of movement toward their eggs. A few spit warning gouts of blue fire at the oncoming horde. The fire skittered across the sand, continuing to burn as it split into dozens of little puddles.

In the ensuing chaos, the hatchlings darted off in different directions. The blue ran for a patch of darkness toward the back of the cavern. The purple dove toward a knot of onlookers who hadn’t immediately charged in to catch him. He ducked and weaved around legs, narrowing escaping claws that swiped down to smash him flat. As he cleared the group of spectators, he looked over his shoulder with a triumphant grin, ready to shout another insult at Naxi’im.

Whatever he’d had in mind vanished as he found his forward momentum abruptly arrested. Though he could still wiggle and move as he pleased, his legs no longer carried him forward. In fact, they looked to be suspended by thin, shining threads in the air.

“My oh my. What a little treat I’ve caught,” hummed a warm voice over his head.

The hatchling craned his neck back, partly hoping his fire might burn up the threads, but mostly searching for the source of the voice.
Glowworm crept down her webbing upside down, head angled toward the purple hatchling and wings buzzing gently against her back.

::I’ll bite your face!:: The hatchling snarled.

“No you won’t, Alleen.” With three quick, sharp gestures, Glowworm sliced the threads binding Alleen to her web. Before the hatchling could tumble back to the ground, she reached down with her other paw and caught him up, bringing him up closer to her chest.

::I could still bite you,:: Alleen grumbled as Glowworm crawled back toward the ceiling.
Naxi’im looked away from the insect-like dragoness and her new prize to where he’d last seen the blue hatchling. To his increasing irritation, it had vanished.

::You,:: he barked at one of the guards standing next to Takith, ::go find it.::

The guard froze stiff for a moment while his brain worked through two very opposing commands from his king. Eventually he came to the conclusion that the newest order overrode the old order, and bowed his way out of Naxi’im’s presence.

::Don’t think this frees you to try anything. Move toward the hatchlings and I will have them all burned to a crisp,:: Naxi’im said to Takith.

** (from DF's Wicked)

"Have a care how you utilize that silk of yours in the future, insect. Or you may quickly lose the organs that produce it.” Came the melodious voice of a dark teal Balespawn, trailing ribbons of balefire. They had appeared on a small outcropping high up in the cavern, as high up as possible towards Glowworm and her claimed charge, without scrambling along the wall. Not that that seemed to stop them from leaving the side of their murderous guardian, and simply floating up through the air, offering the child her pup, and a gentle smile reserved only for family. "Well met, cousin Alleen. We are family. And we will not be alone."

Alleen took a moment to process this information, as well as the slightly-wriggling creature bundled in now with the silk strands and messy fire. Though they did share a strong connection, Alleen and Diomhair knew that their presence with Glowworm added would be quite the sight. So Alleen refrained from sticking his tongue out at the Silkwing, preferring instead to wait it out. Maybe some time he could get the perfect chance... bite, rend, chew, or just mock, it was all the same to him.

Diomhair was older by a bit than this hatchling, however, and could see the benefits of their 'host': they had a safe home, food aplenty, targets for the joy of killing. They did sense a little hesitation from the Silkwing since obviously this wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting. But still, she warmed quickly - literally? - to their presence when they got back to their home.

Once there, they discovered that she might be more fit for their little family unit than they'd anticipated, really. Given all the ... things, left in her hidey-holes, the massive caverns where she chased errant antlion scouts and seemed to have 'paintball' parties with the ones that lobbed their bright sticky acidic goo.

"A perfect place for training," Diomhair commented of that location, "and they're quite tasty."

As Alleen was chomping on the sharp leg of one of the antlion scouts, Glowworm raised her head with a nasty expression looking at one particular dark entry tunnel, "oh, wait until you meet their king..."

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