Rail

First Coatl of her colors/gene combo
X/Y/Y and triple gened
one year old/seven digit number




Scribe of the Lair, Rail is always scampering around looking for new gossip and news. Those approaching the Harridan lair for the first time are sometimes bowled over by this excitable historian. Partnered with Blaster, Rail always sends their hatchlings out into the world with a book and a quill, and takes great pride when they have been sent to the dragon gods for exemplary service, also beaming over letters that trail in on fey messengers from hatchlings that have moved far from home.

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Unlike Ambrosia, Treasure is vain. He's pretty and he knows it. His clothing is always minimal and he has an open disdain for skins, unless he can get one on Heartsweet, who is always causing him trouble.
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Isiqtith has been a sort of unfortunate Coatl all of her life. Her hide and feathers are seen as perhaps even more of a curse than simple white or black, as it comes so close to a shimmering rainbow and yet falls so far away. Even her gembond, glittering as it is, offers no kind of color to her. She was bestowed with the name Isiqtith - an additional but deliberate burden, as it is extremely difficult for many Coatls to pronounce - and ousted from the nest as soon as her wings were dried.

Mischievous, sly, and quite the prankster, Isiqtith hasn't let the fact that she's an outcast from Coatl society get to her. Rather, it seems to fuel her: she is often seen teasing the other coatls of the clan by sitting close to them, or delivering messages to them, or generally trying to be friendly. She especially enjoys talking about how cute their new hatchlings are, and delighting in the mingled terror and reluctance on her fellow coatls’ faces when she asks to see the new bundles of joy.

Isi is both a hunter and a bard: while she participates in keeping the seafood stores brimming with bounty, she also writes songs glorifying particularly exciting or noteworthy hunts of others.
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Tsubasa always rounds the newest clanmembers up and gives them a tour of the nest. She's always happy to help lost hatchlings and often has one or more fae hiding in her dense fur.

Only the softest shiver.
The slightest tremble of life.
Pale and still, pulled free to fan tiny wings still wet from birth.

A sigh so soft it could have been the wind.
The warm breath of the sun burning mists away.
As the skies cleared, so too did his eyes.

The runt grew quickly, and soon was a beast among his brothers.
claws and fangs so sharp to the others.
Fine silver veins ran beneath his skin.
They called him Tremble, they called him kin.

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Aurora is the princess of the lair and often doted upon by a motherly imperial Antimony. She's oddly patient for her age but tends to be the ringleader when hatchlings get into trouble.

Iona is the beauty from Nerdbird's lair, her dark, luscious colors a far indicator of her haughty and royal-blooded personality. Iona is the matron of all the pearlcatchers in the lair, quick to have even the smallest hatchlings fawning over her in no time flat.
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Barda is a mellow, polite tundra. She is always covered in the clan's fae, or rolling around in flowers with other tundras. Never too good for the smallest or weakest, she goes out of her way to comfort those who return from gathering food or are injured in the process of traversing the coliseum. Ready with herbs and balms, her hands are almost always full with tending something, be it gardens, hearts, or wares. Endlessly useful to the clan, she and Tessa are good friends.


"In life you have a choice to do your best, even if it is not enough. Surround yourself with those who would catch you if you fall."

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He who is Blooded; Unburdened by name but gilded in title.
Son of Fallow of the Starry Dream and Brista of the Windy Glade. Born on the Twelfth day, swaddled in feathers and fur-white eyes wide and mottled wings still wet from his egg. Beloved. Red like the sunset's dregs in the cloudy sky.
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denim/royal/fire and iridescent/shimmer basic. gene sequencing 100% complete.