Oh dear, you found me! ^^

Fusure is a dragon. Not much else is known yet!

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::Fusure::

You're not quite sure how you arrived where you are. One moment, you were walking through thick, forested foliage, secure amongst the company of your party. A few ferns along your winding path and you have lost sight of the entire group. As you hurridly wander in the direction of your peers, calling out, the noise of the rainforest surrounding you drowns out your cries. Before long, you come to a halt, exhausted by humidity and the uncomfortable equatorial temperature. As you turn around, you bolt backwards when you suddenly discover that only a few precious steps behind you has been some kind of monster! Before you can scurry away, what seems to be a bolting, dark shade of violet snaps in front of your path.

The quadruped before you shudders as it tilts its head, as graduated quills of marginally flexible keratin shift along its form. You hesitate to call these scales, as they appear to be solely the rachis of what could someday be pennaceous feathers. These blunt quills of varying length and thickness pervade the form of the winged beast standing in your path, and you are quick to notice that they tend to be shortest on the underside, joints, and limbs of this strange dragon. Its tail violently whips to one side as every quill on its body flattens against its form, giving the appearance of a smooth and limber body. You imagine in hostility, these quills would stiffly stand on end, and make this monster downright prickly against any would-be aggressor.

As it sits down on its hindlegs, it lifts a clawed forepaw to its muzzle and begins to groom away at an unseen annoyance. A thin, non-bifid, prehensile tongue drags itself through the stubby quills on the broad, dewclawed, thumbed, and triple fingered forepaw as three-digit hindpaws and heels, along with a long, feather-tufted tail provide balance. Gazing along the slender muzzle of this violet creature, you notice a pair of thin eyes, with wide, emerald irises surrounding a black, vertical pupil. The broad, feathered tuft of its tail sways to the opposite side as the "feathered" dragon grooms its paw. Some of the only fully developed feathers on it seem quite mobile, capable of flattening widely or even curving with the movement of the tail. As you look over its wings, you realize that with the exception of the leading edge, this dragon has no functioning feathers. There's no way this thing can fly. When it spots you gazing on its wings, it casts them open wide, and you recoil in awe as the visage of a pair of eyes, each as wide as its body, seem to gaze down upon you! It stands on the end of its hinds, and the vibrant oranges, reds, browns, blacks, as well as the circular patterns of the inside of its wings could almost mesmerize one. As the dragon tucks away its wings, you return your gaze to its head and neck, and notice certain, longer quills that follow symmetrical lines along its muzzle and over the ridges of its eyes are a lighter blue color. They line its face in a curious, opposing shape that, when broken by vegetation at a short distance, conceal the natural lines of the face of a predator, making it well adapted to hunt in the forest, particularly at night. The trend of blue-ending quills proceeds down the entire back of its neck, and you seem to notice that the darkest portions of the dragon tend to find the least amount of light.

It finishes grooming its paw and yawns, laying down in front of you as though not as impressed, or hungry, as prior to standing in front of you. Perhaps it was playing a game, that ended when you noticed it? Before the dragon's muzzle shuts, you notice only a pair of tucked away fangs. The curious lack of teeth leads you to wonder how this thing gets anything to eat, but decide that best be left to the imagination.

It croons a quiet greeting, and the surprisingly intelligent thing uses a thumbclaw to draw what looks like a few stick-figures on the ground, and a sloppy question mark. Perhaps if you spoke to it, it could understand you? Maybe it can lead you back to safety before the rest of the night life discovers you?

Before thinking to ask anything else, if you happened to ask in English for a name, you would be greeted with the rumbled murmur of, "Fusure."

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