Ferusa

Ferusa carries herself with the poise and grace of royalty. Her beauty is a marvel- she almost appears to be a statue carved from ebony, flecked with precious gold. She keeps her scales clean and healthy so that their pristine sheen maintains the illusion. When still, she can easily be mistaken for a statue indeed, and she is often still.

This dragon detests mud and grime, and enjoys quiet contemplation. She takes enjoyment from the task of keeping herself clean and loves to admire her reflection. However, she also absorbs everything she hears in her rapt silence. She reads, often quietly borrowing books from Lekaris. And it is not unusual to see her gracefully approach someone giving a lesson on a topic, in the lair or elsewhere, and quietly lay down to listen without a word.

She's also not one to be trifled with- her beauty and calm masks a past spent in the Coliseum. Threaten her and you will receive quietly narrowed eyes. Attack her and she will not hesitate to fight back, her scales as hard as ebony from training.