.::Flight to a New Land::.

She just had appeared one day, without any question.

She looked like a Lasarian; she flew like a Lasarian. She could swim faster than the fastest fish and run faster than the fastest jack rabbit. She could hold her breath just as long as anyone else, but though she looked young, she knew a hoard of knowledge only Elders were expected to know.

What struck even the most trusting as strange was her colors; she was dappled in stripes and she was as dark as the nighttime sky. Once one got past the strangeness of her coat, the strangeness of the rest of her became apparent. She had fangs that folded to the top of her mouth and dribbled purple goo that withered vegetation. She seemed to always have a smile on her muzzle, even in her dreams.

She seemed to and not to be Lasarian. It was a puzzle...
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I love this pic <3 i've been working on it for a week, sketch and coloration.

I've decided to keep my Lasarian form, but also decided to keep my poisonous fangs D: i love them too much

Lasarian dragon speicies is (C) to I take no credit in her work; IN OTHER WORDS THEYRE NOT MINE

Daski (C) to me

PS: uploaded new file i forgot the eyespots on the feathers