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Sunday:
GrinningWolf24's lair.
This type of dragon enjoys fresh vegetation,
Munching on it while avoiding the Plaguebringer's mutations,
Wandering along without a single worry,
When the cold comes, he becomes quite furry.
With wings as teal as the churning sea,
Wearing dark armor to make a silent decree
He watches over those around
Without making so much as a sound.
Monday: minty's lair.
With golden wings of light,
This dragon packs a powerful bite,
Made to run far and fast
Across a Wasteland so very vast
With bones around her wings rattling loudly
She approaches you very proudly
For she is the greatest of creatures
In a land that few are allowed to be featured
Tuesday: AvatarMars' lair
Standing on four feet, not two,
With green to hide her from view,
She is decorated in the bones of the realm.
Standing regal and tall at the helm
Of the pack of squalling creatures
With wraps to disguise her features
And wings of the dull brown
Taken directly from the sacred ground
Wednesday: RottingFlesh's lair.
The Plaguebringer's own fill the lair
Turning to anyone who enters with a glare.
The one of eyes from the sister flight
Wears heavy armor to show off his might.
Pale sharp spines glint in the sun
Many who see him are compelled to run.
With wraps of blood and wings of brown
He never lets the hardships of life get him down,
Pushing those he trains to be hardy strong
So that when they leave, they can never go wrong.
Thursday: Hkomygf's lair.
A dragon from the coldest corner
Who would be seen as a distant foreigner
If not for the fierce way in which they dressed
Head to toe in sickly green, Plaguebringer's best
With the head of some beast that was slayed
And colors that could make their fade into the glade
They are a warrior through and through
Eager to allow others to be one, too.
Friday:Artemiis' lair.
They say that birds of a feather
Tend to flock together.
Sitting four in a row,
Look to and fro,
In reds and whites.
To think she cannot see the sights
Because of a hood too long
Would make you very wrong
For she is as tough as the others,
As tough as the brothers,
With claws on her hands
She stands above the sands.
Salvation's lair.
Coming from the forest of trickery
Her hide reminds many of hickery
With a bulb for light on her head
Some find her skull reason for dread
But contrary to that belief
She is here to provide you with relief
Decorated in subtle green shades
Find her and she will give you some aid.
