Duskrunner

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Its dark this deep in the forest and the cool breeze the shade brings is welcome to the encumbered tundra as he trudges through the tall grass, his weak eyes searching the darkness for movement. He rotates his head carefully to scan the path before him, trying hard not to disturb the small bundle he carries in his jaws.

He's been walking for hours and his legs are beginning to ache. If only the trees weren't so thick, the brush so tall. He'd be able to fly there easily. But they'd chosen their meeting place on purpose, so he'd be vulnerable, trapped. They didn't need the advantage; they had him right in the palm of their hands and they knew it. He knew it as well, knew that he needed them, that he'd do anything to save his clan.

He releases a frustrated growl at the thought, baring his fangs at nothing. The parcel he carries squirms in response, a muffled mewling emitting from the folds of cloth. Cursing himself, he stops to lay it down, speaking words of comfort to the tiny hatchling. As he does the wind shifts. A fresh scent hits his nose and his blood runs cold.

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wandering werestone

- formed from the long-buried shed scales of dragons
- bodies are stone and can grow and erode significantly so long as the scale at their core isn't damaged
- are miners and excavators
- dig out rare minerals to eat to help paint their own hide
- wing patterns are dependent on what they eat and are an important expression of themselves

breed: any
colors: rust-amber/any/any
genes: ground primary, any secondary, veined/gembond/opal



molten werestone

- lava
- ???

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