(Just a heads-up, I may type some things weirdly because I'm used to UK English.)

Dazzling whites and blues seem to mesh upon the smooth yet leathery canvas which is the female's skin. Scales are not designated specific colours: instead, they seem to carry a spectrum of colors. A pair of wings would sprout from the shoulders, extending many tens of yards and somewhat taller than Lys'hara's own backward-curving horns. Thin flaps of skin which stretch over the tines of her wings seems so delicate- as if the slightest brush would rip them to shreds. The entire figure is lithe, and graceful, with long, slender legs supporting Lys'hara's relatively light weight. This slender frame makes her much sought after.

A thin rim of hair grows along the entire length of her spine, smooth as horse hair and the same, many-coloured hue as the rest of her body. Lys'hara also possesses to cold blue eyes, and though a calming shade, the absence of pupils adds delicate, all-seeing aura to the already beautiful body.

The horns which extend from just above the eyes seem to be made of the very crystalline substance of her homeland, that being ice. Light reflects along the many facets, similar to an insect's eye, appearing to contour backward and curling under smoothly rather than being made of many flat surfaces.

The tail, which is slightly longer than Lys'hara's body, is also lined with the previously mentioned fur, with a long tuft at the end, and bearing the appearance of a might lion.

(Story time! )

Dawn broke, its light streaming through the translucent stalactites and stalagmites of a lone, icy cave. The paleness of the sky was just enough to highlight the movement of a single, smooth egg. The egg itself appeared to have the colouration of an exotic opal, with brilliant blues and dazzling purples dancing along its untarnished surface.

On the day of her birth, Lys'hara did not have a mother. Legends roamed about what had happened to the mysterious, rarely-speaking Elthindiel, who had laid the egg and disappeared from Crystallion. One thing was for certain: Lys'hara was the exact image of her dame.

Growing up, Lys'hara was detached from the other hatchlings: instead of joining in their romps and plays along the icy surfaces of their domain, she would perch atop a crystal rock and contemplate things: things which she herself did not fully understand, which is why she sought to contemplate them.

With a deep intellect, and a smooth, soothing voice, as well as her beautiful appearance, Lys'hara had been subject to many male suitors, many significantly older than her, at a young age. These males were turned away, out of her own pride and, moreso, her wish to be by herself most of the time. She never saw courtship as a blessing: rather, it was a burden.

Lys'hara still remains the same today: Graceful. Smart. A bit full of herself, jealous. And though her solitary nature keeps her from much socialization, she is still a member of the Clan.

Quiet, calm, and gentle, when unprovoked. She carried herself with the pride of any dragon, though her movements are all the more graceful with the aide of her lithe frame.

But, when the moment is to arise, Lys'hara is a vicious, even ruthless sort. She will not take no for a answer in these situations, because if things aren't going her way, she will make them go her way. She also carries the tendency to become jealous or overly prideful.

If you're looking for her to hatch your young, you're not going to succeed on the first try. Unless you're really persistent, which in that case she may get a bit annoyed. Be careful.

Hope the image hasn't been used yet. D: