A World Without End
Appearance: In full form Jeraclya is 20 stories tall and four modern city blocks long from nose to tail. Generally this stands out a little so she takes a smaller form for convince which is about the size of a German Shepard. She’s a blue-white unless she gets emotional in which case she turns into a translucent electric blue that shimmers like she’s being seen from under water. A decorative hood lays against her neck but has six spines that can be straightened to make her appear bigger. Two horns curve back delicately along her head coming from just above her eyes which are a brilliant electric blue. Twin wings are bigger than she is and like her fringe spread out with six spins and a single claw at the longest, much like a bats.
Personality: Excitable is a good start to any question about Jeraclya. She’s easily distracted by something shiny and can become quite possessive of it quickly adding it to her secret horde somewhere. Even non shiny things can attract her interest and she’ll bounce around them until she’s found something else. Curious to a fault she’ll stick her snout into anything and in most cases will attempt to eat it at least once. While only occasionally showing a sense of superiority over everything that is not lucky enough to be a dragon and hints at her true age.
Story: Minding her own business, or at least the shiny sword she’d stolen from the tin-man, Jeraclya was not expecting to get so rudely shot at as she flew across the sky one night. Injured, upset-justly so-, and still clutching her pretty she flopped through the woods until she came upon those that she decided to blame. After all, there was smoke everywhere, there were people, and she was not happy. She stomped forward to make sure they understood her feelings exactly and maybe to snuggle up to the fire for a little while for her poor wing.