Denge

Denge. A dragon, or at least, what looks like one, that seems to just hang around the edges. Truthfully, they're not quite a dragon. Their just a spirit of one, held together by colorful dark magic that splits their body into a hundred different pieces, shining through the cracks in between. They're stuck here, bound to earth by ties they weren't willing to break. It's almost like they're still here on a mission that no one can figure out, not even itself.

They seem to be able to move and act just as a normal dragon would, wearing armor, being able to touch things, be seen. It doesn't seem to act like it's aware its a spirit either. It seems just as real as anyone else- just a bit on the colder side temperature wise. As long as they don't seem to be at peace, it doesn't seem like it poses a threat to anyone, but that could always change with time. After all, messing with the spirits is always dangerous work, even if they aren't aware they are one just yet.