As someone who flowers as her story continues, Daenerys' beauty stems from many things. She is by no means completely flawless, but her mortality makes her more alluring to the eye. In her elven form, Daenerys would easily pass for one of the Tel'Quessir of Abeir-Toril, or the Van'Edhel of Middle Earth. However, she is not from either one of those realms or familiar with their people and ways. In her true form, however, Daenerys' beauty would be one that people admire rather than lust for. As Daenerys is of the lineage of silver-scaled dragons, and one whose bloodlines have ne'er been touched by other races.

When the Lady Daenerys was in her elven form, her face was like a painter's version of the moon: pale and wavering slightly, with a touch of the ageless within. She was neither old nor young, but somehow showed a wisdom of a sage. The memories of events both tragic and triumphant can be seen within her eyes, but just a glimpse each time. Her smile is normally supple and subtle, like a swan's rising from a placid lake. Her jawline is smooth, much as the autumn breeze that would waver through the tawny plains. At times she would be a marvel of lovely contrasts: eyes a smokey silver with light lashes, lips a virgin pink that had never been rouged. Her normal choice of clothing would be coloured like mother-of-pearl or mountain-top snow caps. Casting an ethereal glow on her cheeks, the shades she loved would give her rounded breasts a prenatuaral whiteness, as mounded above her bodice. Her hips and thighs would flare and then slender down, but not to a dramatic degree. They would be inviting as ice cream on a blazing summer's day, but one would feel her aloofness almost pushing them back physically.

In her natural form, there was no possible mistaking of this young dragoness. Any of draconic blood would see her lines and form. Even those unfamiliar with the race of dragons would know her to be something special. Many dracoforms seen by the masses would have lesser races somewhere within them, from elves to orcs, aboleth to kelpie. One look at the proud stance and the outstretched wings, and it would be seen nothing had tainted her lineage. Daenerys would show every aspect of what a silver dragon should be - both in truth and in the eyes of the beholder. Her scales would show not a whisper of ruin or rust, and her fangs would be ivory perfection in their gleaming sharpness. Eyes that missed little would look upon those before her, and her wings would be both powerful and elegant. Her legs would be graceful and yet armored, like a river of coins falling from the stars. And her tail would be kept well under control, not willing for it to lash about like a spoiled seven year old human child.


Reds, greens, yellows: I am a stronge believer that if something is rp'd well, I can go with just about anything, so my reds and greens vary some what depending on situation, I am a sucker for building storyline. But in saying that, Daenerys is not in any way bi. Follow the server rules, respect me and you will be respected in return. (( as a side note, no ooc is prefered aside from the usual hello and perhaps the odd snugs.-snuggles-))