It doesn't take a mage to see that this peculiar individual is a magical creation. Though mayhaps having a mage would help to learn exactly what sort of magic brought them about.





The diminutive figure stands at barely a foot in height at their tallest, looking like a tiny female half-dragon. She was covered from head-to-toe in deep-blue scales, bearing strangely catlike ears and a muzzled face as would be expected of a dragon. A particularly observant individual might notice that her eyes were a bright, golden colour, though given her tiny size it was easy to overlook. Behind her a lengthy tail extended out above a plush rump, digitgrade legs and catlike paws supporting it all.

Overall she was rather androgynous in appearance, but would still be fairly attractive at a more appropriate size.


Despite the convincing appearance, however, there were several telltale signs of her true nature. Most notably she was slightly transparent in nature, even her clothing allowing one to see vaguely through her body. Her scales might randomly be found moulding together in small areas, or her entire figure might appear... Droopy, if she is in a hot area. Should one touch her minuscule body they'd find the scales quite wet to the touch, the texture getting smashed down flat before popping back into shape whenever the roaming bits of pressure were pulled away. Her wings too, while fairly large for her tiny size, seemed to be too heavy to be used for flight, leaving her to running at an impossibly slow pace. There was also the ever-present aroma of blueberries surrounding the strange little creature, which was quite unlike any proper dragons.

Indeed, she was little more than a sentient, form-taking ooze. She had trouble maintaining her appearance when hot, but likewise was unable to move freely whilst too cold. Furthermore, the blueish hue of her scales quickly proved to simply be a coloured skin of thicker slime, one which could quickly become transparent and colourless, leaving her almost impossible to see save for as a faint shimmer of light passing through thick gel.

Those who take care to observe the tiny figure would quickly find that they must frequently visit some source of liquid; Most often a rivulet of water on the street or the edge of a fountain. Though she seems entirely too adverse to approaching salt water, and can be found trembling at the center of any ships she might be forced to ride upon, only to leap off of it as soon as it is near enough to dock or land.

A more recent addition to her visage is the addition of a more defined silver ring around her throat - A simple enchanted thing that amplified her voice, as it turned out, allowing her to communicate more easily with those that aren't so vertically-challenged.