The Ballad of Falling Dragons

A custom Tyroth introduced when he dug his claws into The Shade, like a male dragon pissing on his territory. Folk mulled over the strange occurrence, and those who could hear the Creators’ songs would later speak of it as a bad omen, given what was to unfold that dae. A creature that only exists in legends anymore, painted by storytellers or staining the walls of ancient caves. No sunshine reaches this area, so it’s forever cast in darkness—the only light being the aurora ribbons and the light emanating from Moonplume moons.