"according to society I am an abomination. oh well!"
In the shadows of new possibility lurks a rather small thing, slinking about. To say she's - unusual, is the understatement of the century.
Her body is lithe, thin, yet sturdy; sort of skeletal in places, like her ribs and face, yet her limbs are muscular. Her build reflects her rain heritage, lacking the needed ruff though, yet she makes up for that with pearly white fangs poking beneath her lower lip, and a strangely spaded, yet prehensile tail. Also, one of her front teeth is chipped, it isn't largely noticeable, but it isn't discreet either...
She stands tall, shoulders rolled back and expression defiant, yet she is incredibly short for her age. Almost everyone towers over her, even dragonets far younger than her. This annoys her to no limits...
Her body takes up a nice purple hue, not too pale to be gaudy, and not to dark to be mistaken for black. An in-between, perhaps. Neon blue secondary scales take up the plates on her back, while a galaxy of navy and periwinkle pulsate in oscillating ripples along her underbelly. Her scales have a rather lacquer like sheen to them also, making them seem perpetually wet.
Her eyes are a pale ice blue, shining like glassy winter moons from her skull. Her sclera is grey, murky and piercing. Her forked tongue is a rather similar cyan, yet brighter, like the skin of a rare tropical fruit.
Her horns are huge, jutting out from the back of her head, they're bone white, and stand in a stiff curve. Many assorted tiny piercings shimmer from the outerparts of her ears, while larger indigo arrow shaped earrings dangle from the lobes.
A strange onyx black ruff of spikes stick forward over her eyes and forehead, like messy bangs; they are the combination of an icewing frill and nightwing spines.
Now, the strangest part of this creature are her wings, unlike each of the three tribes that make up her blood. They are avian, gigantic white things sprout from her shoulderblades. Covered in soft, pure white feathers, like an ancient snowy owl. Despite the radiance of her wings in their former times, Cupid is much too lazy to give them the proper maintenance they deserve, so they have become rather unkept. They are disheveled, and spackled with a deep purple liquid staining them. Some could suppose it is paint, but, sadly, it is her blood. Spilt frequently from the many fights of accidents she encounters.
Lastly, three black rings piece the outside of her wingtips.
As far as apparel goes, the dragoness usually dons a thriller red jacket with a huge red and yellow X-Men symbol blazing from the sleeve, a star-lord t-shirt beneath it. Purple heart-shaped glasses rest on her thin snout, and glovelettes cover her sharp, long talons.
Ripped black jeans, and a white belt finish her ensemble, a flerken plush keychain toy hangs casually off. Bandaids cover her horns to talons, mainly on her face and neck. Bruises and cuts also adorn her scales.